Chapter 14
The following morning, Buck was up well before her, in the wee hours of the morning to check on C.J., who was still sleeping. She rolled overly sleepily as he climbed back into bed and pulled her toward him, kissing her awake. The moment of fear had passed and all was okay again. They made love quietly before she retreated to her room for a shower and to get ready for the day. She was surprised when Buck met her downstairs and suggested they go into L.A. for a bit.
“What for?”
“I want to meet with a man that’s going to help me with my pool problem.”
“Is C.J. going with us?”
“No. She is going to stay here with Melanie. She’s fine, but a little shaken still.”
“Perhaps it is best if one of us stays here with her?”
“She’s fine, Lorna. You’re a bigger worry wart than I am.”
“Maybe,” she conceded.
After insisting that she go check on C.J. for herself, Lorna agreed to go with him to the city. She sat quietly while he met with the man about pushing in the pool and building a garden over it, but they made no formal contract to do so.
“You sure that’s the route you want to go?” she asked after the meeting was over.
“I don’t know, but I have to do something. I can’t risk that happening again, with her or with our baby when it gets old enough to venture out. I can’t believe she did that.”
“Did you find out from her how it even happened?”
“Yes. She decided to surprise us by showing us she could dive in, so she climbed up on the diving board and was waiting. She slipped and fell in and panicked. She can swim a little bit, but not well enough to overcome her panic at having fallen in.”
“Perhaps swimming lessons are in order then.”
“Yes, but that will just be in case she gets too close to the lake. I am more worried about the pool right now.”
“You know what I think you need?” she asked.
“What?”
“A drink.”
“I have to drive back, unless you are interested in spending the night here with me.”
“I think that would be marvelous.”
“I’ll phone Melanie.”
After getting assurance that C.J. was perfectly fine, apparently past the whole thing already and playing, they booked a room in nearby Malibu by the water and wandered out to a nearby club for the evening. It was a little different being completely sober in a club, but she sat sipping her soda water with a splash of lime, content about it.
Buck, on the other hand, had several. She said nothing. It wasn’t like him to drink more than a couple of drinks, but it had been a rough day and he most likely needed to wind down from it a bit. Of course, he surprised her by getting more than a little bit amorous as they sat in a rounded booth with a large table in front of them. It was fairly secluded, but not completely and she found herself glancing around at people as his hand slipped between her legs and gripped her thigh. No one else seemed to notice.
“We were supposed to get out to let our hair down a bit, but not quite this much,” she teased.
He moved his hand downward, brushing his knuckles against Lorna’s outer thigh, just below the hem of her skirt. “No, I’m not going to make love to you here.”
Her bemused eyes glinted in the pulsating lights of the club, and he caught the flash of disappointment. She was excited, he knew, despite the way she glanced at other tables to ensure no one was looking their way. “Then what do you plan to do?”
Buck unfurled his fingers to cup her bare leg, her skin warm and satin smooth against his cool palm. His wrist caught the edge of her tailored skirt, lifting it as his fingers crept slowly toward the hot nest between her thighs. This game of seduction with his intended soul mate was giving him the most agonizing rock-hard erection of his life. She tensed her thigh, and he stroked gently until her leg relaxed at his touch.
She wanted adventure. She wanted great sex, but she found that she was waffling between desiring that sort of commitment to fear of it. Still, this, it was hot. She’d never gotten so excited from a mere touch like she did when Buck put his hands on her and she had to wonder, once again, if it was some sort of power he held over her.
“I plan to pleasure you here, Lorna,” he said directly, a distinct twinkle in his eyes.
“Is that so, now?” she said, a little out of breath just thinking about it.
She crossed her arms on the table and leaned closer to him, giving him a view down her blue silk blouse, a peek at the shadowy valley between the soft swells of her breasts. Again, he smiled at the trace of confrontation in her tone—even when she so obviously desired him.
“And how do you plan to pleasure me in public?” she asked.
“Do you want to find out?”
Her brows drew together in an exaggerated frown, drawing a chuckle from deep in his throat. Buck winced at the sound—rusty, unused. How long since he’d last felt the urge to laugh?
“Maybe,” she insisted. “Tell me.”
No doubt they had rules against this in the club, but since when had he ever played by human rules? He had always been on the outskirts of their society, a loner in a lot of ways, social only out of need rather than want. It was only with Lorna now that he found he was tired of the loneliness and that he felt a desire that clung to no rules of any sort. All he could think about now was bringing the beautiful creature in front of him to a screaming orgasm in an intimate little curved booth in one of the most popular clubs on the beach front.
“I like to start with the neck and yours is the sexiest one in this club, in this world, actually,” he purred.
He lifted Lorna’s thick hair and pressed his lips to her skin. Flicking his tongue along her peach-soft flesh, he tasted traces of salty sweat and wild-flower soap. She was delicious. He drew slow circles on her leg, letting his finger dip down farther over her inner thigh with each one. Her nipples puckered, denting the silk. The draped fabric shivered with her quick, shallow breaths.
“Are you really going to put your hand in my panties here, Buck?”
Her direct question sent a surge of desire through him that only fueled him to take this further. Lorna’s hips rocked, slowly, seductively, and he knew she wanted him to lift his hand higher. Buck took a deep breath, his cock aching to be free to fuck her right here in front of all these people, to show them just how much he desired her and let them know she was his and his alone.
“No one can see,” he promised. “They will think we are just overly affectionate, making out in the corner.”
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” she said hesitantly.
“Me either, but let’s do it anyway. It’s very naughty, don’t you think?”
He slid his hand around her upper thigh to cradle her ass. As his fingers encountered soft bare skin, his brows lifted in astonishment, and his cock jerked up against the hard zipper of his leather motorcycle pants. “You’re not wearing underwear.”
“I am,” she protested in a whisper. “A thong.” Her warm breath coasted over the rim of his ear.
“So your ass is essentially naked.”
“It is now. There was a skirt over it until you kept pushing it upward.”
He laughed and trailed his fingers back up, over her leg, to the damp, lacy thong nestled between her thighs.
“Have you decided?” their pony-tailed server trilled as he flipped out his pad and parked himself with his hip jutting against the table. He had been by earlier to top up drinks and ask if they wanted anything to eat but had been sent away while they thought about it.
Buck stroked his fingers along Lorna’s hot, wet thong, causing her to gasp audibly.
“I’m not hungry,” she managed.
“We’re fine,” he instructed the waiter, waving him away.
As soon as their server left, he bent and nibbled her neck again. She whimpered, bending her head so her hair spilled over him. He loved hearing her moan with need. Loved the way her hair shivered over her shoulders as she tilted her head. And he adored the throaty melody of her laugh, the honey-sweet sighs of arousal she made at his touch—
“Oh!” she gasped.
The elastic trim of her thong snapped against her skin as Buck worked to slide his index finger underneath. Springy curls brushed his fingertip. He nipped her earlobe gently.
“You are soaked. I wish I could crawl under this table and lick your thighs.”
Her cleft was snug and hot, and he pressed two fingers against her clit. With a moan, she jumped on the seat.
“Relax.” His fingers circled over her, and her eyes opened wide. “Trust me.”
“That feels amazing, Buck.” Her hand dropped to his thigh to brace herself as her head arched back in pleasure.
“Touch me,” he urged her.
Lorna drew her hand up his leg.
“I’ve never groped a man in public. Can you feel that through the fabric?”
“God, yes.”
His hips bucked as her hand slid along the zipper of his pants, following the line of his swelling cock until she found the engorged head stuffed against his waistband. She cupped him with her palm. His head swam as his blood pooled in his crotch, as his cock grew and grew and grew and pushed urgently with no place to go. Hunger surged with every pulse of his rigid shaft.
“You’ve unleashed a side of me I never knew existed,” she murmured as she glanced down to watch the motion of her hand coasting over the black fabric of his pants—pulled taut over the broad head of his prick. Her firm gliding motion almost took him to the brink.
“I sensed it existed. It’s not as big a surprise to me.”
The lips of her pussy parted for his fingers. Buck crooked them within her, dipping into her wet heat. Stirring her, he inhaled her scent deeply. Musky and primal, it made him ache with want. He withdrew his fingers and tapped the sticky tips against her clit.
Her darkened eyes glazed with desire; she looked as needy as he felt.
“This is so weird.”
Despite her words, she squeezed his cock through his pants. Both lust and hope shot through him, a mix so intense he almost exploded on the spot. “Weird?” he rasped. “Are you disappointed, then?”
“In you?” Her eyes opened wide in surprise. “No. Never.”
He plunged his finger into her pussy. Her flame-hot, creamy walls clamped around his finger as his thumb lightly rubbed the tip of her clit. She jammed her fist into her mouth and moaned around it.
“I love that. It sounds so good to me.”
Expertly, he shifted his hand to fill her tight pussy with two fingers, to stroke her snug ass with his index finger, all the while teasing her clit.
“Oh, God. You’ve got to stop, Buck.” She lifted her hand from his cock. “This is really hot…really sexy, but—”
He silenced her protests by slanting his mouth over hers. Lorna moaned into Buck’s mouth as he kissed her. She tried to slide her tongue inside, to taste him even more intimately, but his wouldn’t retreat. His powerful body shifted over hers, possessive and dominant, sandwiching her between his hot, hard chest and the warm leather seat. Her swollen, sensitive breasts squashed against him. Her nipples poked into unyielding muscle.
He smelled so masculine. So erotically of sandalwood and citrus and the clean heat of his skin. She loved the hot, wet, minty taste of his tongue in her mouth. He deepened the kiss, ravished her mouth. She’d never been kissed with such hunger, such raw need. As though he’d yearned for this moment for a lifetime. Suddenly, she realized she was sliding back along the booth, pulling him with her. Her chest was tight with desire, her throat dry with it; her heart hammered against her rib cage. She felt ready to combust on the spot. Lorna now understood why people would risk everything for sex. She was horny enough to do him in public.
Dimly, she saw waiters race by them, couples pass by, a group of guys in suits leer at them. She struggled to cool down and sit up. Just take the man back to your room and screw his brains out, she thought. Why were they out here in the open? Then again, it was fucking hot as hell making out with a man whose baby she was carrying out here in the open like this. He had his hand up her skirt and was kissing her like his life depended on it. He moved his mouth from hers, and Lorna almost sobbed at the loss.
“Do you know what I truly want, Lorna?”
His voice flowed over her, deep, compelling, and complete with a sexy, deep voice. In response, her pussy clenched greedily around his large fingers.
“What do you truly want, Buck?”
His mouth quirked up into a wicked smile. “I want your next orgasm to be on my face.”
He wouldn’t…would he? Lorna pulled away to look into Buck’s eyes. Teasing, glittering eyes. “You aren’t planning to do that here, are you?” she asked.
Lorna moaned at the sudden vision of being stretched out on her back across the leather booth, skirt forced up, legs spread wide while he ate her. Fondling each other under the table while the music pumped and low laughter swirled around was wild enough. Naughty, just as he’d said.
But oral sex…?
With the hand that was not stuffed in her pussy, Buck lifted hers from his hard bulge. He twined his fingers with hers, laid their clasped hands on his thighs.
“What do you want? Where do we go from here?”
He held her gaze captive. His fingers slid in and out. She could barely form words.
She knew exactly where she wanted to take him. A place she could strip him naked and run her tongue all over his buff bod. A place she would finally unleash the do-me-now, sex-crazed vixen inside—the one threatening to burst out of her skin like an alien life form.
“Let’s go to our room.”
Buck wasted no time in dropping some cash on the table and standing up, his bulging erection visible through his pants. She attempted to smooth her clothes down as she stood and slipped out of the booth. Knowing eyes fell on them, small smiles creasing the face of all they passed on their way out of the club. This was only the beginning, as they entered their room and picked up where they had left off, fucking like a pair of wild animals in heat until well into the early morning hours.
They were both all smiles as they woke up the next morning, grabbed a quick shower together and drove back to the lake house. Buck went to check on C.J. while she went to her room to change and get herself together a bit after their wild night in the city. She sat looking into her mirror at her reflection. She was glowing, it seemed, even before putting on her makeup. Whether it was the result of pregnancy or last night, she couldn’t be sure. Perhaps it was both.