For the Night: Complete Box Set (80 page)

‘
Amazing
, Sir,’ she choked as a sob escaped
her lips. I reached up to tuck my fingers under her chin, tilting her head as I
kissed her hungrily, our tongues tangling like warriors going into battle, no
way was she overpowering me, I was the one in charge, I was
always
the
one in charge. I turned on the playlist I’d selected especially for this
moment, as she trembled, spread and eager for me, starting off with Fleetwood
Mac’s
Tusk
, slow and gritty enough with a good beat to start off to,
before we started the climb to the summit. Plus I needed something to drown out
the screams she was about to start producing. I cracked my knuckles and flexed
my neck as I went to the bathroom to wipe the oil off my hands and take a deep
breath. This was what I trained so hard for, as well as to make sure I looked
my best for her, to be fit enough for power fucks that lasted. The sight of her,
arms and legs spread with her spank heated backside, had me growl with carnal
appreciation. I’d never wanted her more.

‘Ready, angel?’ I whispered in her ear, tugging at
her lobe with my teeth.

‘I was ready the moment that you left me for
America. I’ve dreamed of nothing else. Fuck me, please fuck me, don’t make me
wait any longer, Sir,’ she pleaded. I positioned myself behind her and guided
my needy cock to her desperately clenching soaked cunt and waited for a moment,
letting them reacquaint as I curled my fingers around her hips.

‘Hold on tight,’ I snarled, as I thrust my hips
forward and roared as I speared her, bliss saturating my body to be surrounded
by her tight warmth again, her scream of pleasure making my chest swell. I
started with some long slow teasing strokes, making her sob and start to beg
for more, as the tracks changed and increased in tempo to deep pounding bass
beats, so I adjusted, my hands roving all over her stomach, breasts and clit,
clutching, stroking, kneading, as my lips worked on her neck kissing, biting
and sucking. I was on sense overload, touch, taste, smell, the visual of her
mouth ajar as she panted, the screams and noise of my name escaping her sweet
lips, along with a very unexpected load of expletives. Coming from her angelic
mouth made it even hotter. Damn it, I could die happy right now, reunited with
my woman and buried inside her, making her happy again. Even if I couldn’t ever
climax again myself, I’d be content just to make her. She was my fucking world.

I finally let myself release when she needed me to
support her body weight, to stop her hanging from her wrists as her legs gave
out on her. I held her against me, her head flopping back onto my shoulder, as
I gently kissed her and appreciated the calm after the tornado. Damn it, I was
knackered myself after that. I was so proud that she hadn’t even used her safe
words, she’d taken everything I’d given her, giving me back so much more in
return. She let out a murmur of protest as I slid out of her and quickly undid
her ankle cuffs and then the ones around her wrists, catching her as she
slumped and hauling her up into my arms.

‘I love you, you animal,’ she moaned.

‘I love you, too. More than you’ll ever know,
angel. Are you ok?’ I asked, concerned at the look of utter exhaustion written
all over her face as she looked up at me, making my stomach twist in delicious
agony.

‘Lucas overdose,’ she nodded, as she struggled to
keep her beautiful clear blue eyes open.

‘I could never overdose on you, Summer Beresford.
I’ll never get enough of you, every time just leaves me longing for more.’

‘Already?’ she whimpered. I chuckled and dipped my
head, kissing her forehead gently.

‘Not tonight, you did so well, I’m so proud of
you. Come on, let’s get you to bed to sleep.’

‘Don’t leave me,’ she whispered, her lips brushing
against my pec.

‘I’m not going anywhere, not without you. Sleep,
I’ll be here when you wake up.’ I carried her into my bedroom, lay her on the
bed and smiled, she was completely out for the count already.
That
had
been the fuck of the century! Much to my surprise, I actually enjoyed soft and
tender with her, but a fuck like
that
, the way I’d wanted her from the
moment I saw her, had been a long time coming. I carefully rolled her onto her
front, making sure her cheek was resting on the pillow and her hair was swept
off her face. Gazing down at her pink and cream mottled backside had me curse
as my cock stiffened again.
What fucking hold did she have over me?
I
thought I’d unloaded my entire supply in the last few hours. No one made me
respond the way she did, sexually or emotionally. She was the God damn love of
my life, compatible on every single level. I just hoped that I was hers. I went
to the en-suite and had a cold shower to try and calm me down, she was done in,
sexually we were done for the night, but the thought of holding her in my arms
and watching her sleeping soon had me smiling again.

I rubbed myself down vigorously with the towel,
then quickly dried my hair with another and stood in front of the mirror as I
looked at the smile tattooed on my face, at my seriously toned masculine body.
A body I hadn’t even let her touch yet, we had time for that, hopefully we had
all the time in the world, as I never planned on being apart from her again. I
found the bottle of witch hazel and some cotton wool and headed back to find
her still asleep on her stomach. She let out a small murmur as I dabbed it on
her hot cheeks and mumbled incoherently as she nestled her head further into
the pillow. I carefully covered her up and just sat on the edge of the bed
watching her for a while. Four weeks without her had been hell. I ran my
fingers through her soft hair and sighed, wondering how she was going to handle
the next part of my surprise tomorrow.

She had a load of film offers to choose from now,
some in America and some in the UK, but I was stuck in LA for the next six
months, at least. No way was I returning there without her after Christmas.
There were rumours that she might be nominated for a Golden Globe for her
performance in the last of the
Broken Promises Trilogy
, if she was,
she’d be even more in demand in America. It was only a matter of time before it
made sense for us to move over there, for most of the year anyway. We were
virtually living together already and I hardly ever used this place anymore, in
fact I’d had to organise for my old housekeeper to come and clean it from top
to bottom, as well as to sort out fresh bedding so we could use it tonight. It
would make sense to sell it and put the money towards a home in LA, keeping her
place over here. I could only hope that she agreed, when I hit her with my
proposition tomorrow. I grabbed myself a glass of water, pouring her one to put
on her bedside table as well, cursing the fact that I’d not thought to ask
James to bring some limes with him. I rummaged in the food hamper I’d asked him
to leave and made myself a four egg omelette with ham and cheese and polished
it off, then had two bananas and an apple and went to check on Summer. I
smiled, she wasn’t going to wake up until the morning, but I had a feeling
she’d be ravenous herself then. I cleaned my teeth and got into bed with her,
rolling her onto her side and hitching myself across so I could lay her back
down against me. God I’d missed this. I even slept with my arms around the
spare bloody pillow in the hotel, trying to placate myself, but nothing
compared to her warm body or the scent of her honey shampoo filling my
nostrils. ‘Night, angel. Sleep tight. I love you.’

Summer

‘Angel,’ came a mumbled
voice, rousing me from my happy dream. I stretched in bed, then moaned to feel
my muscles screaming their protest as I did, but I still had a stupid smile on
my face to hear my man’s voice. I opened my eyes and bit my bottom lip as my
smile threatened to reach my eyes to see him standing at the bottom of the bed,
wearing a tight pair of bright white boxers, with a red rose clutched between
his teeth and a breakfast tray in his hands, from which the most delicious
aromas were wafting.

‘Lucas,’ I sighed, my heart swelling with love.

‘Sit up,’ he managed to utter without dropping the
beautiful flower. I did and moaned again as the sheets rubbed against my
deliciously sore bottom. He chuckled and walked around, putting the tray on my
lap and whipping the rose from his mouth, handing it to me with a flourish as
his lips met mine for the sweetest tender morning kiss.

‘I’ve missed this,’ I sighed happily.

‘Too lazy to get out of bed and make your own
breakfast while I was gone?’ he asked, a teasing sexy eyebrow raised.

‘Not breakfast,’ I laughed, as I reached up to run
the tip of my finger over the scar he’d incurred running up the stairs of the
hotel in Paris. ‘Waking up to see your gorgeous face and that sexy as hell
smile.’

‘What’s wrong with my sexy as hell body?’

‘Absolutely nothing at all,’ I nodded as my eyes
skimmed it in appreciation.

‘Food,’ he laughed, pointing at the plate. ‘I’ve
slaved over a hot stove doing your pancakes and bacon for you.’

‘When did you get home?’ I asked, as I picked up
my coffee and virtually inhaled it.

‘About an hour before James came to pick you up
from set. He took me to the apartment to leave the note and earrings, before
dropping me here. I wanted to surprise you.’

‘O it was a surprise alright,’ I nodded with a
smile. ‘When do you have to go? Please tell me you can at least stay until
tomorrow?’

‘No, the flight’s in about three hours,’ he
replied. I felt my face fall, disappointment hitting me right in the gut.

‘Lucas! You came all the way back just for one
night?’

‘No, I came back for you. Eat your breakfast, then
you’d better get showered and ready as you’re coming back with me.’

‘I am?’ I looked at him surprised.

‘We’re shutting down on Friday, so you can come
and stay with me for the week before we return back to England together for
Christmas.’

‘How do you know I’m not working next week?’ I
asked, as I started to tuck into my breakfast, feeling famished.

‘Please, this is me you’re talking to, I make it
my job to know. I’d already planned to come back and take you back with me
today, thinking you were working on Monday, so I was going to fly you back on
Sunday night, now I don’t have to.’

‘You’re crazy,’ I laughed. ‘A thirteen hour flight
each way, for both of us, to get one night together in each country.’

‘I am crazy, about you,’ he grinned, tugging on my
lower lip. ‘I want to show you something out there and it needed to happen
before you come over in January.’

‘I wasn’t planning on going over in January.’

‘Right, because you’re so sure you’re not going to
be nominated for a Golden Globe. You’ll be coming out in January to pick up
that damn prize, Summer.’

‘Don’t get all excited, I’m still relatively new,
there’s loads of better established and frankly better actresses than me out
there.’

‘Don’t make me take you over my knee and spank
your bottom pink again,’ he warned. ‘You’re amazing. Now hurry up and eat, as
I’d like to fit in some tender and gentle sex before you shower.’

‘I also need to go home and pack.’

‘No you don’t, I already purchased everything that
you need over there. James will be here in an hour.’

‘O my God,’ I uttered as I ate faster. ‘You and
your planning, Lucas Steel.’

‘Morning, James,’ he beamed, as they did a man
hug.

‘Morning, James,’ I smiled, back in last night’s
outfit, but with a pair of new knickers that Lucas had brought from our
apartment.

‘I trust you had an enjoyable reunion?’ he asked,
with a wink at Lucas, as I climbed into the car and shook my head.

‘Exceedingly good, the best reunion in the history
of reunions, James.’

‘Very pleased to hear it. Though I shall be suing
you for compensation for post traumatic stress, over being physically and
verbally assaulted last night by Miss Beresford.’

‘What?’ Lucas laughed, looking at me as James shut
the door.

‘Well it’s not my fault. He only blindfolded me
before he got in the car to bring me to you. He could have been anyone, so I
took appropriate action.’

‘What appropriate action?’ he demanded, his
shoulders still shaking with laugher as he took my hand in his, our fingers
slotting together and squeezing tightly in a reassuringly familiar way.

‘She tried to garrotte me with her freakishly
strong right arm and puncture the back of my skull with a six inch weapon of
lethal destruction,’ James uttered, as he positioned himself behind the
steering wheel.

‘You’re carrying a knife?’ Lucas gasped, looking
at me horrified. I burst out laughing as James winked at me in the mirror.

‘No, of course not. It was the heel of one of my
shoes, which is only five inches tall for the record.’

‘Still a lethal weapon,’ scoffed James as he
pulled out.

‘Well it’s nice to see that the two of you have
bonded so well while I’ve been gone,’ Lucas chuckled, as he lifted our joined
hands and kissed mine.

‘We’re firm friends, I’m very fond of James,’ I
smiled.

‘Very platonic friends, Sir,’ James uttered
quickly.

‘I trust you,’ Lucas replied. ‘Both of you.
Besides, why would she want your fat old lardy arse when she has my young toned
muscular one?’

‘I don’t know which of fat or lardy to be most
insulted at, Sir,’ James exclaimed, as I laughed. I’d missed the two of them
bantering and winding each other up.

‘Personally I’d have gone with old, but you’re
obviously not disputing that fact, are you, James?’

‘I’m not too old to take you to the mat, I told
Miss Beresford so last night.’

‘He did,’ I nodded. ‘In fact he thinks that we
ought to have a showdown, James, you, me, Bailey and Wayne and find out once
and for all who’s the strongest.’

‘I think we’d need to have a number of winning
categories to be fair,’ James pointed out, his face turning serious, which made
me giggle. Men and their competitiveness really tickled me. ‘Strength,
endurance, flexibility, speed and cunning. In fact I vote we have a day at the
army training base, they run boot camps and finish off the day with escape and
evade while paintballing.’

‘O you’re so on, oldie,’ nodded Lucas.

‘I’ll make you eat your words, Sir, just like I
made you scream like a girl.’

‘You’re
never
going to let that go are
you?’ he sighed with a shake of his head and a roll of his eyes at me.

‘It was very funny,’ I laughed.

‘How would you know?’ Lucas shot back. I grimaced
at James in the mirror and felt my cheeks go red. James covered his mouth with
his hand and coughed, before focussing back on the road. ‘Summer?’

‘Shit, it appears the game’s up,’ uttered James,
as he reached forward and inserted a CD into his media system. I couldn’t stop
giggling at the look on Lucas’s face as the sound of the powerful Lotus Elise
roaring around the track filled the car, swiftly followed by his voice cursing
and telling James to slow down, then a loud scream filled the air as James
pulled on the handbrake making the Lotus spin. I laughed even harder when Lucas
realised that James had mastered the recording to put it on repeat a number of
times. He had a big grin on his face as he kept his eyes on the road ahead.

‘You bastards,’ Lucas uttered. ‘You’re so going to
regret this.’

‘Really? You’re telling me that it’s possible for
you to scream more like a woman?’ James enquired. I had to clutch my side at
the look on Lucas’s face.

‘Set up that damn army day, I’m so taking you
down.’

‘O my God,’ I gasped, as we passed through a
checkpoint and headed onto the tarmac to pull up alongside a private 767, owned
by Davenport Technologies.

‘Ian was over there and had to return so I caught
a lift last night, and we’re hitching another ride now it’s refuelled and ready
to return,’ Lucas smiled.

‘You’re telling me that we’re going on that big
plane, just the two of us?’ I looked up at it in awe. James jumped out to fetch
Lucas’s bag from the boot.

‘Well no, not unless you fancy flying the damn
thing,’ Lucas laughed. ‘But yes, the only passengers, with a crew to tend to
our every need.’

‘Wow,’ I uttered.

‘We have our own bedroom,’ he whispered in my ear,
kissing my neck in just the right spot to have me moan.

‘You must be so tired with jet lag,’ I sighed, as
I reached up to touch his face.

‘I wasn’t planning on sleeping,’ he winked. ‘Come
on, it will take about an hour to give you the grand tour, then we can settle
in for some mile high action.’

‘Sex crazed pervert.’

‘Your sex crazed pervert, complaining?’

‘Absolutely not!’ I smiled. James opened the door
for me and I stretched as I stepped out into the crisp December morning. I
could do with a hot bath to ease these aching muscles. I shrieked with surprise
as James suddenly bolted, then Lucas streaked past in hot pursuit. I watched
with an incredulous look on my face as they raced around the plane and
disappeared from view. When they reappeared on the other side, Lucas had gained
on him and finally tackled him to the floor, pinning him face down and putting
him straight into an arm lock, as he straddled him with a triumphant look on
his face.

‘See,
old
man,’ he panted.

‘You had the element of surprise, I was being
chivalrous and helping Miss Beresford out of the car, as you seem to have
forgotten your manners, as well as the fact that I carry a Taser in my jacket
pocket.’ Lucas yelped and shot up off him, as James roared with laughter.

‘O my God, you just Tasered him?’ I exclaimed, not
sure whether to laugh or run to Lucas’s side to see if he was ok.

‘It’s a modified version that zaps a moderate
current into your assailant, to throw them off guard. Highly illegal of
course,’ James smiled, as he picked himself up and dusted down his suit while
Lucas rubbed his side.

‘Moderate current? Let me Taser you and let you
see how bloody moderate it is,’ he moaned.

‘I’d say that’s round two to the old man, wouldn’t
you agree, Miss Beresford?’ winked James.

‘I think I have to agree,’ I laughed. ‘You two are
like children. I dread to think what Lucas will be like when he’s playing with
his son.’

‘I’m having a son?’ he straightened up and his
mouth dropped in surprise as he stared at me.

‘A figure of speech, I meant maybe one day if we
ever had children,’ I blushed. ‘I’m not pregnant.’

‘O,’ he replied, and I was sure I saw his face
drop a little, as a flash of disappointment passed over it. ‘Do you want to
have children though?’ he asked as he closed the gap between us, his head
cocked to one side as he examined my face, waiting for my answer.

‘One day, yes,’ I shrugged.

‘O, angel,’ he sighed, as he put his arms around
my waist, pulling me closely to him.

‘I never said with you though,’ I replied, with as
straight a face as I could muster.

‘Nicely played, Miss Beresford, nicely played,’
chuckled James.

Lucas

I held her hand as Matt, my driver and main
bodyguard over here, zoomed down the freeway towards Newport Beach. Summer was
enjoying looking out of the window, she’d only been to America a couple of
times on fleeting visits to discuss offers, usually being met in New York as a
more central point to London, so she was as wide eyed as a child. I felt
nervous as hell, wondering if I’d done the right thing as we approached our
destination. She leaned over and kissed my cheek.