Team Lucas (The Saints Team #1) (29 page)

“Um, maybe not,” he answered. “Definitely not anymore.”

Chapter 42

We didn’t leave the house all day Sunday. We only got out of bed to take a long bath in the swimming pool in Lucas’s bathroom and to eat. We talked about everything and I saw more of Lucas’s soul than any person on the planet has seen and I would protect every single thing I saw and heard from the rest of the world.

Lucas agreed I could move out... from the guest wing to the main house. And, he said the ‘T’ word to me.

After our bath, we were planning to return to bed, all clean and lickable. In fact Lucas had just started licking when there was a thump on the door downstairs.

“Go the fuck away,” Lucas called out.

“Lucas, you can’t say that,” I shushed him.

“Sure I can. Go the fuck away,” he called again. The persistent knocker delivered another round of hits to the door.

“Fuck it,” Lucas swore. He pulled on some boxer-briefs and took the stairs two at a time. I peered over from the upstairs level. Lucas opened the door with a force that could almost tear it off its hinges and there stood Cam and Jessica. Cam was holding up a bottle of champagne. He quickly covered Jessica’s eyes.

“Jesus, Luke, put that away. You could hurt someone,” he said, trying not to look at Lucas’s erect bounty. Lucas pulled the door half shut to hide himself.

“Hi Cam, Jess, wasn’t expecting you.”

“Clearly,” Cam said and Jessica giggled. “Thought we’d drop in to celebrate your win. Jase and Sarah in?” He looked upwards and saw me wrapped in my towel at the top of the stairs. A big grin broke across his face.

“Well hello Mia, what a wonderful surprise,” he said.

“Hi Cam and Jess, great to see you too.” I smiled.

“Yeah, great,” Lucas agreed with less enthusiasm in his voice.

Jessica pried Cam’s fingers off her eyes and looked excited. “Mia! Great, now we can all celebrate together.”

Cam nodded. “Why don’t we go around to Jase and Sarah’s entrance, see if they’re in and meet you at Luke’s fridge in ten minutes?” he said.

“That would be great,” Lucas said with a wave, and closed the door behind him. He turned to face me and I hid a laugh.

“This is your fault,” he said looking down at his rock-hard erection. Then he raced up the stairs and I screamed and took off. He caught me in the bedroom and whipped the towel from me, knocking me to the bed.

“Lucas, stop, stop we can’t do this now,” I said, between laughs.

“I can’t hold this in for the next few hours,” he groaned.

“Well you’re going to have to,” I scolded him. “Try thinking some unsexy thoughts.” I wriggled away, grab the towel back and turned back at the door, frowning.

“You’ve changed your mind... you realize you can’t live without a Lucas screw for the next few hours either,” he smiled, invitingly. Oh so, invitingly.

I shook my head. “That’s not it.”

“It’s not?” His face fell.

“No. All my clothes are in my car in the garage.” We hadn’t brought them inside since I packed for my getaway. “I could put on what I wore yesterday but...” I looked at my cream pants and blue top in the corner, creased and disheveled post romp.

“Then you’ll have to go naked. There goes the afternoon,” he teased. He rose and went into his closet. “I don’t have anything in small but maybe not wearing something fitted could be a good thing.”

Lucas gave me a long-sleeved sweatshirt and I pulled it on, rolling up the sleeves. The pants were impossible so I opted for my cream crushed pants. At least his top covered most of them.

“Cute,” he assessed me.

“Ah, speaking of cute, thinking of covering up? I eyed his bulge, muscled torso, tatts and worked my way up to his face.

We heard Jase yelling as he came down the internal stairs.

“Right then.” Lucas sighed and searched for some shorts. I walked past him to go greet Lucas’s friends and he grabbed my arm and pulled me back into his walk-in-wardrobe. He pressed me against the wall, one arm blocking my exit.

“I just need something to get me through.”

For just a fleeing second, my immediate thought was his past habits and then he pulled me closer and kissed me. The relief was as wonderful as his kiss. His arm slipped around my waist and he pulled me up, tighter against his chest and kissed me harder.

“Lucas, Mia?” Cam called from Lucas’s kitchen. “We’re here.”

Lucas groaned and kissed me harder as though he was filling up for the afternoon.

“If you’re not here in a minute, we’re coming in,” Jase called.

Lucas released me and inhaled, looking down at me. His pale blue eyes held my gaze—the intensity of the moment made me weak. I knew he couldn’t say he loved me or was falling in love with me... that was too much to ask of him yet, but his eyes spoke to me. I understood. My throat was full of emotion, but I swallowed down all the words of love I wanted to say. He lowered his forehead on mine.

And then he groaned and I began to giggle as Jase began to count it down.

“Fifty seconds and counting...” Jase said.

“Coming, you fucking party poopers,” Lucas yelled out. He grabbed a T-shirt, pulled it on and slipped on some loose shorts. He grabbed my hand and led me out of the bedroom. I went to spend the afternoon with his friends, as Lucas’s girlfriend—I was on a complete natural high.

Chapter 43

I proposed a new contract.

“The terms and agreements of the contract between Lucas... what’s your second name?” I asked Lucas as we lay on his bed later that night.

He shook his head. “You’ve done me and you don’t even know my middle name.”

I grinned at him. “There is so much getting to know you that I want to do yet...”

“And so many things I have to show you,” he teased.

“But right now, what’s your middle name?” I pushed him away.

“James,” he groaned.

“Right. This is the contract between Lucas James Ainswright and Mia Catherine Carter.”

“Catherine, oh, that’s lovely.” Lucas leaned over to stroke my face.

“No touching.” I ordered him back to his side of the bed. “This is business.”

He scowled. “How long is business going to take?” He propped himself up against the bed head and folded his arms. Lucas pouted like a sports star used to getting his own way. His tattoos showed to best effect on his flexed arms, his white T-shirt and boardshorts highlighted his tan and muscles. The man was a work of art; someone call Michelangelo; the statue of David was in bed with me!

“It’s going to take longer if you keep interrupting me. Now, Lucas James authorizes his minder, Mia Catherine, to undertake appropriate tests and searches as required,” I said, pretending to write it in my notebook.

“Do I get a say in this?” he asked.

“Yes, you can sign it later,” I said, giving Lucas the very same option he gave me. I got off the bed and put my notebook down. Lucas swung his legs off the bed and jumped up to follow me.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“Nowhere.” I turned. I removed my top and he started to move towards me.

“Uh, no, stop.” I held up my hand. “I’m working here. You’re to stay put.”

Lucas grunted—an unhappy and frustrated sound. He stood still, with his hands on his hips. Then his eyes traveled to my black lace bra. Thank God I had let Alice take me shopping last week for lingerie—for her, not me, but I did buy a black lace set and a lilac satin set. Who would have thought they’d come in so handy, so soon? I slipped off my skirt and revealed my black lace boy cut panties.

“Oh wow.” Lucas moved towards me again and I held up my hand.

“I’m sorry. Unless you follow the laws of my new contract, you’ll never get to remove these, or put that to good use,” I said, looking at his throbbing erection which was threatening to burst from the top of his Bastion-label boxer-briefs.

“Mia, you’re killing me,” he said, pacing back and forward on the point he wasn’t allowed to cross.

“No killing just yet, I’ve got plans for you.”

He turned front on to study me again. “That looks so hot.” He ran a tongue along his bottom lip. “The lace... I can see your nipples hardening.”

“Shh, you’re distracting me, Lucas,” I teased. “Now, where was I... oh yes, I’m preparing to undertake a full search as outlined in my new contract—a strip search.”

Lucas raised one eyebrow. I leaned against the wall and folded my arms.

“You’ll need to remove those clothes please,” I said.

A hint of a smile twitched on Lucas’s lips.

“It’s in our contract,” I reminded him.

“Hmm, the contract I’m yet to sign,” he said.

“Start with the T-shirt,” I said, raising my chin at him.

Lucas’s eyes narrowed as he watched me suspiciously. I don’t think he had ever taken orders from a girl. He pulled the T-shirt off, threw it over a chair in the corner and turned back to look at me.

I nodded. “The shorts, thanks.”

He slipped off his boardshorts; they joined the T-shirt on the chair. I bit my lip as I studied him. Very, very nice. Tall, lean, strong, tanned and the bulge in his white fitted boxers told me he was coping with my strip search.

“Turn around and face the wall. Put your hands on the wall and spread your legs,” I said, walking towards him in my lace set.

Lucas grinned and shook his head. “You know I’m not going to be able to last through this search,” he said.

“You know, my lingerie is not coming off unless you do.”

“You’re cruel, Mia, cruel.”

“Yes. You thought your coach was tough, he’s a pussy compared to me. Hit the wall.”

I watched as he turned and slowly put his hands on the wall. He separated his legs. I stood behind him and ran my hands over his shoulders. He shuddered with the touch. I ran my nails softly along his arms and down the center of his back, watching as he recoiled and stiffened with my touch. I reached his gorgeous butt and dropped my hands to his ass, squeezing it. He went to turn around and I slipped my hand between his legs and gently cuffed his balls.

“You don’t want to do that just yet,” I whispered, “I’m working.”

He dropped his head to his chin and breathed in deeply. I rubbed his balls through the fabric of his underwear and saw his whole body stiffen in anticipation.

“For the love of God, hurry up woman,” he ordered.

I stood back.

“Turn around,” I said, “and keep your hands by your side.”

Lucas turned around. His blue eyes were definitely in bedroom mode and his tongue was placed firmly in his cheek. He shook his head at me and I bit my tongue between my teeth as I stood back to look at him.

“That’s a sizeable asset you have there,” I said looking at his erection.

“I can find somewhere to put it,” he said.

“Not yet.” I moved in closer and reminded Lucas there was no touching until I said so. I placed my finger on the outside of his briefs and traced from the top of his penis to between his legs. His hands instinctively reached for me.

“Fuck, Mia, I’m going to explode if you keep that up,” he hissed.

“I’m counting on it. I need to take these off,” I said. I put my fingers inside the waistband and pulled the fabric down slowly over his erection. Lucas exploded with impatience. He picked me up, made the bed in two steps and threw me on the mattress.

I struggled out from underneath him and straddled him as he explored my black lace bra. His hands cupped my breasts, squeezing my nipples through the lace. I could feel his erection pushing against my panties.

“Not so fast,” I managed to say. It was Lucas’s turn this time and I hadn’t finished delivering. I worked my way down his body and his hands went to his head as he groaned in frustration.

I ran my tongue down his torso until I reached his penis and without touching him with my hands, I ran my tongue down its length and gently over his balls. I saw his hands clasping the sheets. He gasped and shared a few creative words.

I placed one hand under his balls, cradling them, and began to massage them gently. I worked my thumb between his balls and anus; his entire body stiffened. I kept working my hand there as I ran my tongue up his cock—he was so incredibly hard. I used my free hand to gently rub the salty spill around the head. I could hear his breath catching. I circled his head with my tongue, then gently sucked on it, taking it in just a little bit at a time, slowly in and out. His hands gripped and ungripped the sheets. When I lulled him into the rhythm of my sucking, I plunged as much of his cock in my mouth as I could at once and sucked.

“Mia,” he yelled my name. “Fuck, holy fuck.” One hand continued to fight with the sheet while the other grabbed my hair, releasing and pulling strands between his fingers.

I released him from my mouth and moved both hands to his penis, one taking the head, the other pumping and squeezing the length of him. My hands slid up and down him in unison, faster and faster, slipping over the top and teasing the slit. Lucas’s chest was pumping, I could feel him about to blow and he did with an almighty yell, exploding over his chest and my hands. I kept going, slowing down and teasing him for as long as he could take it.

“Stop, for fuck’s sake,” he panted. He was in the post orgasm sensitive zone but I couldn’t stop just yet—I loved controlling him like this, having the power to bring him to his knees, seeing him squirm.

“Stop!” he begged. He grabbed for my hands and pulled me up to lie beside him, his breathing still fast.

I stroked his chest and he brought my hand to his lips and kissed it. I hoped Jase and Sarah were giving Lucas’s sex yell a standing ovation because I’m pretty sure I just wiped out Lucas Ainswright.

“Mia...” Lucas mumbled.

“Yes?” I leaned up on one elbow to look at him. His eyes were deliciously hazy.

“I need water,” he said.

I laughed.

“Please, there’s cold water in the fridge... water please...”

“You’re so dramatic,” I told him and went out to the fridge, in my lace lingerie, hoping Jase didn’t stick his head in the door from upstairs. I grabbed Lucas a bottle of cold water and came back into the room, dropping on the bed next to him and offering him the water. He looked splayed but magnificent. Even his flaccid penis was adorable.