For the Night: Complete Box Set (66 page)

‘That’s so far from the truth. I think he was
unhappy and lonely and sex was a way for him to connect. His fees were very
high and he got given expensive gifts too, flown around the world, staying in
top class hotels. What young man wouldn’t be swayed by all that attention? He
only gave it up after we met up again, not via a booking, he came after me to
ask me out. He told me that meeting me, having feelings for me, made him
realise how unhappy he was. He said he just knew that he longed to be in a relationship,
to be as happy as you and his father are.’

‘O, Summer. You’ve no idea how happy I am to hear
that and you have to know that
you
do make him happy. I’ve not seen him
look this alive in years. You’re a very special woman to be so forgiving of his
past.’

‘It was just what he did for a short time, it
doesn’t define who he is as a person and it was so much more than just sex. I
think it would be good if you were honest with him and told him that you both
know. He’s always so worried you’ll find out and turn your backs on him. I also
think telling him today would really help. We’ve had some messages sent to us,
threatening to out him to me. The person sending them is obviously unaware that
I know, but it’s got him on edge. If he knew that the only people he’s worried
about hurting already know, and still accept him, it would really take a weight
off his shoulders.’

‘You, my darling girl, are a treasure,’ she
sighed, as she clasped my face and kissed my forehead. ‘If he gives you any
trouble, you tell me and I’ll kick his backside. I don’t care how old he is,
he’d be a fool to let a woman as sweet and understanding as you go.’

‘And I’d be a fool to let him go too. He really is
an amazing man,’ I smiled, as I looked over at him, catching him watching us
with a puzzled look on his face.

I made my excuses to head up to bed, Lucas
frowning as he tried to follow, but his mum asked him to stay back. I really
hoped it would go ok, it would mean the world to him to find out they’d known
all this time and hadn’t disowned him. I brushed my teeth and got dressed in
the sexy electric blue lingerie I’d bought to surprise him with, then wrapped a
wide blue ribbon around my waist, tying it into a bow and lay back on the
enormous wooden four poster bed, fanning my hair out as I waited for him to
arrive.

Lucas

I sat there stunned as my mother,
my damn
mother
, told me that they knew I’d been an escort. I was so shocked I had
to go and pour myself a large whiskey. All these years I’d worried about their
reactions if they found out and they’d just treated me the same. They both
confirmed that they were disappointed that I hadn’t felt I could turn to them
when I was out of work, but I told them that it wasn’t just for the money,
though I’d soon come to rely on it. I’d got off on the rush, the planning, the
way I was revered like some sort of God. I told them that meeting Summer had
shifted something inside me, made me realise that I wanted more out of life. My
mother made me laugh by begging me never to return to that profession and to
make sure I never let Summer down, as she was the best thing to ever happen to
me. I’d known that she’d fall in love with her. Mum hugged me tightly and
headed up to bed, with Dad wanting some of the saucier details of my exploits.
I refused to divulge names, or the actual ins and outs, so to speak, but gave
him some of the scenarios I’d fulfilled, which had him knock back his brandy
and race upstairs. I chuckled, it seemed Summer and I may have to worry about
them keeping us awake, not the other way around.

I sat by the dying fire for a while as I slowly
finished my whiskey, trying to process what had just happened, then smiled.
Everyone I cared about knew now and it didn’t bother them. I was so damn lucky.
Even luckier to have a woman like Summer waiting upstairs in my old bedroom for
me. I set down my glass with a thud and ran up the stairs, taking them two at a
time in my haste to see her. I hesitated for a second outside the door, as the
realisation that this was a momentous occasion hit me. I lost my virginity at a
young age, I’d been with lots of girls back when I lived here, but I’d never
brought one of them home to fuck. Dad owned one of the largest Investment
Management firms in the UK, looking after countless hedge funds, none of my friends
came from the sort of wealth I was used to when I was younger. I was
embarrassed to have them gawping or asking questions, or trying to befriend me
for what they thought they may gain. Dad had been disappointed that I didn’t
want to join the firm and that I declined a large trust fund. He was self-made,
so I’d wanted to prove I had what it took as well, maybe not quite in the way
I’d planned, but here we were. So, to think a woman was lying in there waiting
for me, for the first time ever and not just
any
woman, but Summer
Beresford, my gorgeous girlfriend and international movie star, had my cock
unfurl and stiffen rapidly. I opened the door and groaned at the sight in front
of me. She was lying on the bed, wearing some sexy blue lingerie, the bra of which
barely contained her full ripe breasts and she’d wrapped a blue bow around
herself, so I could unwrap her. Now
that
was the best Christmas present
ever. I closed the door behind me and started to strip in haste and desperation
as I approached her, frowning when she didn’t seem to even register my
presence.

‘Summer?’ I stood next to the bed, looking down at
her and sighed. She’d fallen asleep waiting for me. I debated waking her, I was
desperate to sink into her, to taste her and feel her body under mine, but she
looked so content, I didn’t dare. I could have sex with her anytime I wanted,
her having a good night’s sleep was a rarity, particularly after a stressful
day for her. I undid the ribbon around her waist with a smile. We’d play this
out another night, just having her in my bed was good enough for a man like me.
I carefully lifted her and settled her back down, tucking the duvet around her
as she let out an adorable little sigh and smacked her full lips together. I
kissed her forehead and went to relieve myself in the bathroom to the thought
of those lips squeezing my cock tightly as she swallowed me, then brushed my
teeth and climbed in beside her, gently pulling her into my arms.

‘Lucas,’ she moaned, her tone even sexier when she
was still half-asleep.

‘Sssshhhh. Sleep for me, angel.’

‘But … sex.’

‘Can wait until morning, go back to sleep for me,’
I ordered.

‘I love you,’ she mumbled, as she nestled her face
tighter into my body and my stomach flipped at her declaration. I’d never get
tired of hearing it.

‘You too,’ I whispered, as I kissed her hair,
smiling when I realised she was already asleep again. I just watched her
breathing, in awe that this incredible woman was mine.

Summer

I was exhausted, martial
arts training had started for my new film and it was a gruelling long and
physical eight hour day, five days a week. I was lucky I’d started personal
training with Lucas all that time ago, if I hadn’t been so physically fit, I
doubted I’d have been able to move, let alone walk, after the first day. Tiring
as it was I was really enjoying it, especially as Lucas was making some time to
come to the studio to watch. The trouble with seeing me getting all hot and
sweaty with another super fit toned man, was that it wound him up in all sorts
of ways. Ways that meant he needed to mark his territory by fucking me the
minute we made it back to either of our apartments. I’d had to laugh,
apparently when I’d taken a toilet break the one day, he’d given my tutor Mark
a warning about keeping it professional only, that I was taken. Like I’d look
at anyone else when I had him. I mean
seriously?!
It should be me with
the trust issues not Lucas. I didn’t have any history at all, whereas he … I
blew out a deep breath. I handled his past by not asking about it. He’d told me
some of the nice things he’d done to help clients, but not the sexual side. I
didn’t want to know how many women he’d slept with, the positions, or the
scenario’s he’d fulfilled. I was better off not knowing, hearing those details
I knew would upset me. I accepted that he had a past, that it made him an
incredible lover which obviously benefitted me, but that was where it ended.
That’s where I needed it to end.

I stretched out in bed, it was Sunday and the
Golden Globes were on tonight. The thought that one day I might be there,
walking the red carpet, made me bite my lip with excitement. Lucas had stayed
over last night, as I’d invited the girls over tonight for a takeaway and wine,
so we could watch it and gossip about the clothes. I was a bit nervous about
it, we’d been up to Scotland in November, then again for New Year, to stay with
his best friends Dan and Ellie. They were lovely, Ellie was a such sweetheart,
such a caring mother hen, she was only a few years older than me and we’d got
on really well. I’d also met her best friends Brooke and Molly over New Year,
Brooke was hilarious, a little more uncouth than I was used to, but I really
liked her bluntness. So as Dan and Ellie were down in London this weekend, I’d
invited her over with Brooke and Molly, to meet my best friends Mandy and
Jayne, while Lucas and Dan went out together for a boys catch up. I just hoped
everyone would get on, as we’d be seeing so much more of each other now Lucas
and I were serious.

I grinned and stretched again. I was in a
serious
relationship and couldn’t be happier with the way it was going. He was every
woman’s dream. Intelligent, funny, kind, caring, protective and
so
giving, both in and out of the bedroom, or wherever else we did it, which happened
to be whenever and whenever he decided he had the urge. And he had the urge
often. We’d already done it twice this morning, in bed, then the shower, before
he insisted on me getting back into bed to rest while he made breakfast. He’d
left the double doors to the bedroom open, so the sound of him humming in the
kitchen was drifting down the corridor. We’d only been officially dating two
months, but so far I’d not found one flaw in his perfect armour, unless you
counted his irrational jealousy of any man I talked to, with the exception of
Albert, the toothless security guard downstairs. I didn’t see Lucas’s jealousy
as a flaw, it just showed me how much I meant to him, how precious I was. If he
followed it up with violence then yes, that would be crossing a line. Just
thinking about him made me miss him. I got out of bed and grabbed his discarded
shirt from last night, holding it up to my face first, taking a deep breath of
his delicious manly scent, before loosely buttoning it up. I padded down the
corridor towards the kitchen and smiled as I heard him singing. He even sang
well, I doubted there was anything he couldn’t do if he set his mind to it. I
peeked around the corner and covered my mouth with my hand to stifle a giggle.
He was at the stove, looking so sexy in a pair of low rise boxers as he cooked,
but what I found funny was that he was dancing while he cooked, singing along
to
Uptown Funk.

Uptown Funk
~ Mark Ronson (Feat. Bruno Mars)

https://youtu.be/E0n4WXHQqBo

‘I think you’ll find that line doesn’t go doh doh
doh,’ I called. He spun around as his cheeks coloured up, mine too from looking
at his biteable backside gyrating and now his ripped torso and gorgeous face.
‘But in your defence, you are way,
way
, too hot.’ I slunk over and ran
my hands up his chest, delighting in the feel of his hard muscles, unyielding
to my soft caress. ‘I’d need to call the
whole
fire brigade to try and
put you out.’

‘You’re the one who’s too hot, you know what the
sight of you in one my shirts does to me,’ he winked, before snaking his hands
underneath it to grasp my naked bottom.

‘Again?’ I uttered, as I felt him swell against my
stomach.

‘I haven’t had you over the kitchen island yet,’
he purred sensuously. I groaned, my skin coming to life as he ran his lips up
and down my neck, then laughed as he started singing again, gyrating against
me. He held my hand in the air and made me spin and join in. We were laughing
and dancing around the kitchen, me sexily shaking my chest at him, but I
suddenly stopped messing about and sniffed the air.

‘What’s burning?’

‘Fuck, the pancakes,’ he uttered, as he released
me and spun around to quickly remove them from the hob.

‘Damn, I thought it might have been that hot arse
on fire from all the dancing,’ I laughed, as I smacked his backside. ‘It’s nice
to see that Lucas Steel isn’t as perfect as Logan Steele, it makes you a little
more human.’

‘It’s you, bloody distracting me with your pert
nipples and sexy legs, go and sit down if you want to eat, otherwise I won’t be
held responsible for my actions, or the burning of breakfast because I’m too
busy fucking you to care,’ he muttered. I kissed him, letting my lips linger
for as long as I could, before leaning on the kitchen island as I watched him
failing  to try and save what he’d been making. Just being around him made me
happy. I was going to miss him tonight. We both looked around as the intercom
buzzed. ‘Are you expecting anyone?’ he asked, looking as surprised as I was.

‘No, you?’

‘No,’ he frowned.

‘I’ll go and see who it is.’

‘No you bloody won’t, not dressed like that. Here,
flip when this new one turns light brown underneath, I’ll get it,’ he ordered,
as he flicked his head for me to go and take over.

‘Like I want you being seen like that?’ I
protested, looking at him in just his tight jersey boxers which made my heart
flutter. But I did as I was told. I wasn’t afraid of standing up for myself
with him, but he was so domineering that I’d learned to pick my battles wisely,
and this wasn’t worth getting him worked up over.

‘It’s probably bloody Sam again, I swear I’ll buy
the damn penthouse off him to get him out of your hair. He’s not going to stop
trying it on with you unless I take serious action.’

I rolled my eyes, which earned me a stinging smack
on my bottom and a wicked grin from him before he marched off. I rubbed my
cheek and wondered when he next had plans for me that involved doing more of
that. We’d only been in his spare room once since the first time he introduced
me to the delights of BDSM and I was sure he was going easy on me. I was sort of
curious to know what it was really like, how much he’d expect from me in there.
I plated up and added the fresh raspberries and blueberries, drizzling them in
maple syrup. I added an extra few dashes to my plate than his, he was still a
fitness freak, although he didn’t exactly need to worry about food with the
amount of training he did, and the sex. He was in perfect condition. I heard
him come back in and looked up and smiled. My smile soon faded as I saw what he
was carrying and the plate in my hand slipped out of my fingers onto the floor,
shattering with the sticky fruit rolling everywhere.

‘Not again,’ I uttered, as my hands flew to my
mouth, stunned that whoever this was hadn’t given up. I staggered back and
cursed as I trod on a piece of the broken crockery.

‘Shit, Summer. Don’t move,’ he ordered, as he
shoved the dreaded white box neatly tied with black ribbon on the coffee table
and rushed around to pick up the broken pieces of the plate surrounding me. He
took my hand and led me to a stool, as I left splodges of blood on the oak
flooring. ‘You’ve cut yourself. Stay here, don’t move, ok?’

I nodded as I tore my eyes off the box and looked
up at him. He clasped my face and kissed my forehead, before running off. I put
a hand over my churning stomach as I looked back over at the box, noticing
there was an envelope on top of it too. Who was sending these? Why were they
targeting us both? What did they hope to achieve by telling me he was an
escort? He reappeared with the first aid box from my en-suite, wet a tea towel,
before returning and sitting opposite me. He lifted my foot up to examine it,
resting it in his lap and opened the box removing a pair of tweezers.

‘It’s nothing, Lucas. It’s just a small cut, I can
barely feel it.’

‘You have a slither of porcelain in it, keep
still, I’ll clean it up and put a bandage on it.’ His tone was forceful and I
could hear anger in it. I knew it wasn’t at me, it was at our deliveries.

‘Have you opened them yet?’ I asked quietly, as my
eyes strayed back over.

‘No,’ he sighed. ‘I was hoping to smuggle them
past you so you wouldn’t see them, but you have ears like an elephant.’

‘You weren’t going to tell me?’ I looked back at
him with a frown.

‘I don’t know. I was going to read the notes then
decide. I didn’t want you upset.’

‘If they’re threatening either of us I need to
know. You haven’t even told me how Ian or the PI got on with the last lot that
they took away to analyse. How can I defend myself if I’m at risk, if you don’t
include me?’ I winced as he pulled the shard out of my foot. Just like he’d
tried to play down these messages, he’d done the same telling me it was just a
splinter.

‘Let me sort your foot before you have a go at me,
you’re really bleeding, but if you think for one minute that you need to defend
yourself, that I won’t be by your side every fucking second from now on, think
again,’ he snapped, as he shot me a glare. The gorgeous grey eyes that had been
sparkling, just minutes earlier, were now dark and turbulent. ‘We’ll look at
the messages together first, then we can decide what to do.’

‘So what did they find out?’ I asked. He filled me
in, telling me that no fingerprints were found again, a different Parkers’
outlet was used, the same MO, the order had been placed by another burner phone
in advance. Cash in an envelope with a large tip was waiting when the shop
staff opened up on the day in question, along with another private sealed card.
Ian had accessed the security feed of my building, but wasn’t able to see the
face of the lad who’d dropped Lucas’s message off here that first time. He’d
even had Trey checked out, the one he’d passed his client bank to, just in case
he had anything to do with it, or even one of the clients, pissed off that
they’d been transferred, but had drawn a blank there too. So basically, we had
nothing. ‘I don’t understand what they want? It can’t just be about us being
together. If it’s about money why haven’t they just asked for it already?’

‘I don’t know, angel.’ He sighed heavily again and
I winced as he dabbed on antiseptic, then put some steri-strips in place and
wrapped a bandage around my foot. ‘I want you to keep your foot elevated all
day. Anything you need you ask me.’

‘Ok,’ I agreed. He wasn’t in the mood to be argued
with and I wasn’t in the mood for it either. He scooped me up, carrying me over
to the recliner, putting some extra cushions under my foot.