Team Lucas (The Saints Team #1) (30 page)

Lucas took the water bottle from me and in one swift move, flipped me on my back and leaned over me, pinning me down with his legs.

“You’ll pay for that,” he said with a playful evil look. Quickly and skillfully he unclasped my bra and threw it behind him. He placed the cold water bottle on my nipple and I gasped.

“Lucas!”

He laughed and watched as my nipple went hard. He moved the water bottle onto the other nipple rolling it over the top and pinning me down as I tried to wriggle away from the cold touch. He dropped the water bottle and looked at my breasts. My nipples were begging him to suck them and he did. He gave me some teeth, and I yelped with the pain and pleasure.

Lucas’s big hands flipped me over again and I began to complain.

“You’re not the only one who gets to strip search,” he growled. “I want to see how these black lace panties look from the back,” he said and traced the line of them along my butt. He slipped a finger in under the lace and worked it forward between the folds of my lips.

“You want me so bad,” he said feeling how insanely wet I was. He turned me around again to face him, a boyish grin on his face, and slipped the lace panties down over my hips and pulled them off.

“Mia, Mia, Mia, you are going to beg for it,” he said.

“Don’t be so cruel, Lucas,” I whimpered, already on the edge. “I was very kind to you during my strip search.”

“Ha,” he laughed, “that’s not how I remember it.” His strong hands moved me farther up on the bed as he moved farther down. He nudged my legs apart and all my Catholic school girl inhibitions tried to close them. Lucas put his shoulders between my legs and pinned me down. I could feel his breath on my private parts. I wriggled but his super large hands pinned me at the hips, I could barely move an inch.

“How badly do you want me, Mia?” he asked and touched my clit with his tongue.

I cried out with pleasure. All the work I did on Lucas beforehand was superb foreplay, I needed it so badly.

“Touch me, Lucas,” I hissed at him. I looked down and saw him grinning with delight. He was such a tease. His tongue did its work again and my body keeled in response, bucking under the pressure of Lucas’s hands.

The man was a master. His tongue enveloped my labia and I felt his fingers pushing inside me. My hips jerked with the tightness and tenderness. Lucas moved two fingers in and out of me—the fullness sending me over the edge. All the time he was trailing his tongue, up, over and around my clit making me cry out with pleasure.

Then he stopped.

“Lucas,” I screamed.

“Want more?”

“Yes, please.”

“Say I want you Lucas,” he said. The ache in my body was incredible. I looked down at him through my hooded bed eyes and breathed the words, “I want you, Lucas.”

“I know,” he said and began to suck on my lips and clit, moving from one to the other, slowly resuming the rhythm with his fingers. It was excruciatingly wonderful. He took me to the edge and as he began to slow down, I screamed his name.

“I’m going to come with or without you, Lucas,” I threatened him. I was so close to the edge.

He laughed and put his tongue back to good use, tripping it over my opening. He worked his fingers up my body and pinched my nipple, pushing me over the edge. I arched in pleasure, coming loudly, ecstatically, until I pulled away begging to be let go. Lucas pulled me towards him and onto his lap, my legs straddling him and he held me tight against his chest. I loved how he did this while I came down from the throes of passion.

There was so much I loved about him.

Later, as we lay sated on the bed together, he turned side on and ran his hands over my nipples, so gently it felt like a light breeze.

“Have mercy on me,” I moaned.

“Did you want me to sign that contract?” he teased.

“What contract?” I asked.

Chapter 44

It was a beautiful day to lunch at Misty’s restaurant on the water and great to be in the company of Jane and Laura.

The bill arrived and I pulled out the black credit card from my purse. Lunch was on Lucas, he insisted. Jane and Laura looked particularly smug. I didn’t care, I was happy to lose the bet. We raised our glasses.

“To love,” I said and we clinked in agreement.

It had to be said—I had found Mr. (Ains)wright!

*****

That afternoon when I returned to our place, yep, our place, Lucas had left for training but I found a new contract drawn up—just one page sitting on the table. I picked it up with trepidation; I trusted Lucas but I wasn’t sure Lucas trusted Lucas if you know what I mean. I took a deep breath and read:

“This contact is to outline the working arrangement between Lucas James Ainswright and Mia Catherine Carter effective from the date as signed below. Mia Catherine Carter will provide friendship, exclusive love, care, companionship and physio to Lucas James Ainswright on tap and on demand. In return, Lucas James Ainswright has undertaken the following:

L x

Signed by Lucas James Ainswright.
      
      
      
Signed by Mia Catherine Carter

Above his name Lucas had signed with a flourishing letter ‘
L
’ and a kiss.
Trust and exclusive
—I read and re-read the words. I blinked back tears of happiness, went to the bathroom and put on my favorite red lipstick. Above my name, I signed with a red lipstick kiss.

I then saw his small note at the bottom of the page. A scribbled ‘
please turn over’
. I turned over and saw his tribute to me.

“Mia, the last poem read in your company was by Elizabeth Barrett Browning. But her husband and lover Robert Browning was also a poet. He wrote the following and while I can’t take credit for the words, I’ll be home after training to say them to you. Lx”

Escape me?

Never—

Beloved!

While I am I, and you are you,

So long as the world contains us both.

THE END

Next in the
Saints
series:

Tomás ‘Pez’ Carrera has had to be responsible all his life. Growing up with a single mom and as the eldest of five siblings, Tomás missed out on a childhood of his own. Now his super star soccer status has provided for his family and allowed him to let his hair down… and that’s just what he’s doing.

Signed to the Santa Ana Saints, Tomás is catching up for lost time with fast women, a fast Ducati motorcycle and a bevy of adoring fans. That is, until he loses his heart to Alice and is torn with wanting her and his independence.

About the author:

Ally Adams is a journalist who lives in coastal Victoria, Australia, with her husband and furry friends. She is a literature major, romance reader and writer.