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Authors: Isobelle Cate

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"Damn, I think I just did."

Gracie's laughter tinkled as she pulled back.

"Who started it?" She arched a mocking brow.

"You don't play fair," Luke growled in her ear before kissing her temple. Gracie grinned, while Luke adjusted his jeans.

"You think?"

Chapter Twenty

 

 

 

 

 

 

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he trip to Chester Zoo was a success. Flynn's eyes were filled with wonder while he kept pointing at the animals he only saw in his bedtime story books. Luke insisted on paying for all of them despite Gracie insisting that she would. She watched helplessly as Luke blocked her from paying, firmly telling the staff member at the till to charge his card. Afterwards, they made their way from the elephants to the meerkats, Flynn squealing that they were the ones he saw on television. They doubled back because Flynn wanted to see the giraffes and made their way to the fruit bat forest. When Luke carried Flynn, the boy latched on to him, his small arms not letting go of his neck. Something inside Luke cracked that caused him to close his eyes. Pain? No, not really. It felt like a glow beginning in the middle of his gut, radiating through him. An indescribable feeling.

Of belonging.

He saw Gracie watch him, and he banked the raw emotion that holding Flynn in his arms made. A grin lit his face instead.

A while later Gracie stopped and looked away, frowning. She held on to Flynn so hard that he squirmed.

“Mum!”

“Sorry, baby,” Gracie rushed. “Let’s put you in the stroller okay?” Flynn didn’t object.

"Something wrong?" Luke placed his arm around her shoulders.

Gracie continued to look around. "I feel as though someone is watching us."

"Babe, of course someone will be watching us. You're one sexy woman even wrapped in that thick coat." Then he leaned to lick her ear. "I'd like to unwrap you later and kiss every inch of your soft skin."

He laughed softly when Gracie reddened.

Luke kept up with Flynn's chatter, making faces that made the young boy laugh, and answered all of his questions. Flynn's initial wariness towards Luke soon melted as the day lengthened. Nobody would have been the wiser to think they were not a family. Luke went out of his way to explain things to Flynn. When Gracie was tired, he accompanied Flynn around the zoo before meeting up with Gracie. Flynn took to him like a duck to water.

Still, Luke continued to sneak in bits of sexual banter, chuckling softly at the way Gracie blushed or the way she leaned towards him when he placed a kiss on her nape. Most of all, he loved holding her in front of him, his arms around her waist as he pressed his raging hard on against her ass.

By the time they arrived in Gracie’s house, Flynn had already fallen asleep. Luke carried him up to his bedroom and tucked him in. At that moment, Luke realized he liked it. He looked at the sleeping child. This boy was not his, but he was partly Gracie. Could he want a child of his own? Would Gracie want to have his child? To have Gracie carry his child brought warmth to his heart. His child. He blew out a breath as he looked up and stared blankly at the elephant and giraffe wallpaper. He swallowed. Holy fuck...he was thinking of having a family with Gracie. So soon? The epiphany hit him like a sucker punch and he had to sit down on the sleeping boy's bed. He stared at Flynn's sleeping form without actually seeing.

His own son. Would he be a good father? He was a cynic when it came to talking about kids, slinking lower into his chair when his friends began talking about holidays and childish antics. Not gonna happen, he had said. Yet so many times in the past, when he was forced to drop by during birthdays, he had envied them. Watching his friends and their wives or girlfriends laugh with joy made his chest hurt that he had to make his excuses and leave, not wanting to feel that tight knot of unacknowledged need. Now here he was exploring the possibility of having a child of his own. His face hardened, determined. No way in hell would he be like his father. No matter what happened, he would not allow his child to go through what he went through. He wouldn't allow Gracie to raise his child alone. He ran his hand through his hair and down his face. Having children would change his life for good. His life had already changed. It had already started with Gracie.

He exhaled loudly. Now wasn't the time to think about those things. He prided himself on thinking rationally. While he admitted that he had fallen in love with her, thinking about children at this juncture in time was hasty. He had to take it slow. It was already too much of a whirlwind as it was. He wasn't complaining, he just wanted to get it right. Not everyone was lucky to get the chances he got even with a relationship such as this. This definitely wasn't a fuckship. Well, okay...a fuckship that turned into a real relationship. A relationship he wanted.

Suddenly Luke needed to be with her. To feel her close by his side.

As he came down the stairs, he saw her talking with her mother. Theresa had her coat on. She looked up, saw him, and nodded.

"You only have one chance, Mr. Bryce," Theresa stated without preamble. "That's all I will give you."

"Mum!" Gracie stepped back, mortified.

Luke gave Theresa a perfunctory nod.

"I understand."

Gracie looked at him askance when the door closed behind her mother.

"What on Earth was that all about?"

"Theresa and I talked yesterday before they left to bake more biscuits. She warned me against hurting you."

"Oh, Mum!" She placed her face in her hands, her voice muffled.

"Hey," he cajoled, taking her hands away from her face. "I told her my intentions were honourable."

She gave a hysterical laugh. "I don't think having sex in such a short space of time is exactly honourable."

"What if we had sex tonight and made love tomorrow? What if I made love to you the day after tomorrow and the day after that?"

"That only means you could get me pregnant. That's a possibility, though not exactly with the patch I have."

"But what if I continued to make love to you the next week, the coming week, the next month, the coming months?"

Luke tenderly cupped her face in the palm of his hand. He took a tendril of her hair with his other hand, rubbing the silky hair between his fingers before tucking it behind her ear. It was getting to be a habit with Gracie. He looked at her parted lips and the mouth that held so much magic for him. He bent down to kiss her, his tongue tracing the seam, sucking gently on her lips.

"Would forever prove my intentions are honourable?" he queried against her mouth. He pulled back and sucked in his breath when he saw the molten fire in her eyes. Here was the first woman who tugged at his heartstrings. Completely. He really and truly loved her. For the first time in his life, he didn't know what to do if she rejected him. His head almost burst with his anxiety at the thought.

But Gracie smiled. The tenderness in her eyes made his heart swell with joy.

"God help me if I'm rushing into things," she murmured. "Yes, Luke. We can try for forever."

Chapter Twenty-One

 

 

 

 

 

 

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t was Luke who took her hand to pull her to the bedroom. As soon as she closed the door, he turned her to face him to meet his lips. The sweetness of his kiss made Gracie sigh and open up for him. She curled her arms around his neck and ran her fingers through his hair. He groaned at her response, slanting his mouth to deepen the kiss while undressing her to trail his mouth over every inch of skin, his stubble abrasive as it was erotic. It made her skin tingle in its wake, making her very much aware of his lips on her. Gracie undressed him too, and she had never felt so good doing so. As soon as his chest was exposed, she leaned forward to splay his skin with butterfly kisses and flicks of her tongue that had him softly growling. Her palms tingled against the tiny hairs on his forearms, on his chest before it dipped down to forge a sensual trail to his groin. Luke was all hers. Her eyes raked every contour and plane of his torso. She looked up at him before leaning forward to lick, then suck his nipple. Luke hissed, his hands on her hair. A deep-throated sound came out of him when she swirled her tongue around his own hard bud at the same time her hand moved up and down his jean-encased arousal. He lifted her and laid her down on the bed. Without preamble, Luke ravaged her mouth once again, leaving her senses reeling. Desire pooled in her apex even as her legs spread so that he lay between her thighs. Her hips bucked against his covered arousal, wanting the friction to ease the ache inside her soaked underwear. She ran her hands through his hair and down his back, embracing him to her as close as she could.

"Luke..." Gracie's eyes closed when his mouth dipped to alternately suck her hardened peaks through her lace cups. The gentle roughness of the lace cups added to the delicious friction of his tongue. Then he removed her bra and continued to lavish praise on her breasts, licking and grazing his teeth against the sensitive nubs, his hands cupping and kneading them against his mouth.

"Please." She gasped. "I want more. I need more."

Luke plundered her mouth again. Gracie raised her head to greedily meet his invasion.

"I will not give you more, Gracie," he said against her mouth as he coaxed her tongue out to catch his.

Gracie pushed against his chest.

Her forehead creased. "No?"

Luke trailed his tongue against her jaw before lifting his head to gaze at her.

"I'll give you everything."

Gracie's blood sang in her veins. Her need to belong to someone, to be claimed deafened her to everything around her except the thudding of their hearts, the frenzy of their breaths, and the joint song of their souls. Heat radiated everywhere he touched. He licked, nipped, and placed open mouth kisses that increased the ache inside her. Her heart thudded so hard in her breast she thought it would pop right out.

Then he stopped. Dazedly, she looked at him, a smile slowly easing on her lips when he knelt on the floor by the end of the bed. She squealed when he grabbed her hips and dragged her down and instantly French kissed her sex against the thin barrier of her panties, causing more of her sweetness to flow.

"Oh God! Yes!" She gripped his head, holding on to his hair, her arms squeezing her breasts together. Her back arched, her thighs strained as Luke pleasured her core with his mouth.

He stopped and looked up as he inhaled, closing his eyes. Gracie felt the hot blush rise to her cheeks.

"You smell good. You taste even better."

At his words, more blood plumped her labia. Gracie shuddered when he trailed a finger over her wet underwear, bucking her hips instinctively against his finger. Her impatience was growing at Luke's slow teasing, taking his own sweet time. One side of his mouth lifted in a cocky grin. She bit her lower lip in anticipation and excitement as he slowly undressed her. She held herself up on her elbows. Luke opened her wider and began kissing her inner thighs, caressing them before gradually cupping her ass cheeks. He returned to face her sex again. Her breath hitched, her stomach undulating with the effort of trying to keep calm. She closed her eyes and sucked in her breath when he blew against her core.

"Gracie, I want you to do something."

"What?" Her voice came out as a breath of air.

"Keep your eyes open. I want to see you when I tongue and finger-fuck you."

"Oh God, again? I don't think I can."

"Yes, again and yes you can," he growled.

"What is it with you and having eyes open at the most unforgiving moment?"

"To know that I was the cause of your coming undone."

She swallowed hard as she jerked her head, not trusting her voice. Or if she still had one because she was so turned on.

Luke's mouth curved sideways in a smile before he moved to partake of the luscious feast.

Gracie's hips jerked slightly when she felt his tongue dip against her sex. Luke flattened his tongue and lapped up her sweetness. Gracie's breath came in short pants mixed with her soft groans. Luke laved her from bottom to top, top to bottom, gently rolling her clit from side to side. His eyes never left her face. Gracie was caught in a web of heat that transformed her body into a live wire. Her mouth parted in a silent cry even as she pressed her mound hard to his mouth. The erotic bolts his mouth did to her brought her higher and higher to that break in the clouds where she knew she'd find bliss. She whimpered even as she tried to keep her eyes open. The urge to close them was so strong, but they were mesmerized at the way Luke deftly pleasured her. He flicked at her clit incessantly, and she cried out when she felt a long tapered finger enter her.

Deep.

Her channel's muscles clamped against his digit. He growled approvingly, moving his finger in and out of her before adding another finger. Gracie threw her head back, looking up at the ceiling, her senses nearly overloading at the incredible buzz she felt. Her lips parted as whimpers tumbled from her lips.

"Like that?" he asked against her mound, the sound vibrating through her.

She looked back at him. "Oh God, yes! Don't stop."

"What do you want?"

"What you're doing to me." She gasped.

"Say it, Gracie. What do you want?"

"Whatever you're doing that feels so good. Oh yes..." she pleaded. She had no shame and how could she when she had never felt as much satisfaction until Luke?

Their eyes locked. Gracie gyrated, reaching out to grab his hair to ground her quim against his mouth. He groaned as he continued to flick his tongue before spearing her channel, swirling it inside. Fast. Gracie knew she was so close. The sweet agony of her vaginal walls contracted. Sparks seemed to pierce every pore of her body as though she was a flare exploding from the universal source of heat. Then Luke placed two fingers back inside and hooked them up, massaging that spot that would bring her to oblivion. Gracie threw her head back again and screamed when Luke's fingers and her crest met in an explosive orgasm, her clit twitching in rapid succession.

"Oh, oh, Luke! Oh Goddddd!" She combusted at the strength of the erotic wave drowning her. Her heart stuttered as she was pulled towards the vortex of rapture. With one more flick of his tongue, he removed his fingers from inside her.

Luke rose above Gracie. She was so beautiful, her body rosy from her release, her nipples darkened nubs. He was so rock hard inside his jeans, that when he undressed, his cock sprang and lightly bounced in relief from its prison. It jerked when he gazed at Gracie's wet channel.

"Luke," she said, her eyes dilated with desire. "I didn't get to pleasure you."

His lust spiralled out of control. He gritted his teeth.

"That can wait."

"Mmmmmm..."

She closed her eyes, sighing. Luke leaned over, taking a pillow to put underneath Gracie's buttocks, and she spread her legs before Luke hooked them over his forearms. They groaned together as he entered her, her womanhood tightening against his shaft until he filled her to the hilt. Luke moved his hips, angling them so that his thrusts also hit her pleasure centre, thrusting in long measured strokes. Lust radiated down to the base of his spine and into his balls at the tightness of Gracie's sheath. Gracie's mewls drove him wild, causing him to stroke her faster, the sweetness of their lovemaking gradually increasing to the primitive force of joining their bodies, their minds.

Their souls.

The faster he pistoned into her the harder he became. Luke closed his eyes, feeling the delicious suction of Gracie's core. He felt pampered, surrounded in her liquid heat that increased his own need. The sound of their bodies joining and their harsh breathing transformed the bedroom into a place of carnal delight. Suddenly Gracie tensed as her channel squeezed around him. She threw her head against the bed, her body arching as her orgasm overtook her, her walls tightening around Luke's staff, milking him. Luke groaned, pounding harder, thoroughly enjoying Gracie's velvet heat. She whimpered when Luke's thumb reached between them and played with her clit. Immense pleasure poured into him like a strength giving serum at seeing Gracie's visage as she gave in to her climax.

Allowing her some respite, Luke slowed down. Gracie's head turned from side to side, her eyes closed, her body flushed in her afterglow. Luke could feel his balls tighten, eager to jettison his load into her, but he kept a tight rein on his lust. He lifted her legs vertically and remained inside her.

"Luke?"

"I want you to go halfway around the world with me."

"How? Oohh..."

His heart thudded in his chest. Like the second hand of a clock, he moved her legs clockwise while his cock moved in and out of her. He groaned at the sensation of her lips suction as they twisted around his thrusting shaft, not stopping until her ass cheeks faced him. Still inside her, he held her hips and helped her kneel. He palmed her buttocks, skimming against the baby soft skin before he gripped her hips. He looked down, his cock soaked with her essence before he buried himself deeply into her, making her moan.

"Like it?"

"Yes!"

He picked up the pace, his hips pushing and pulling against her backside. Euphoric moans tumbled from her, incoherent words begging him to fuck her harder. He dove in as she commanded, his pulse racing, his heart thumping as though attempting to catch up with the bliss that was building inside him. Then Gracie's velvet hold clamped hard around him as she came again with a soft cry. With a roar, he joined her, his seed spilling forth from him. His head exploded as he saw white light behind his eyelids. For a moment, he couldn't hear anything, his mind wrapping itself around his intense orgasm before all light and sound came in a rush back into his body.

They collapsed on the bed, spent and replete. The sweat of their bodies incrementally evaporated as their hearts slowed down and the cold November air coming from the window cooled them. He gently pulled the duvet from under Gracie, covering them both with it. Luke never felt such contentment at having Gracie snuggled against his chest. He kissed her forehead.

"I love you, Gracie Sinclair." he whispered. His mouth curved into a lopsided grin when he realized Gracie had fallen asleep. He caressed her arm, eliciting a sigh from her kiss-swollen lips. He placed an arm underneath his head as he looked at the ceiling. His grin widened. It didn't matter.

He planned on telling her every chance he got.

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