The Hunt for Summer (NSC Industries) (38 page)

Lucas would just
have to share me when we got up there.

That would be fun
and I felt a grin lift my lips at the thought.

Two men in my bed in
the afterlife.

No complaints from
me.

***

Kenny’s funeral was
hard. The hospital had released me for the day and wheelchair bound, Lucas had
refused to let me do anything, never letting me out of the chair, and lifting
me in his arms whenever it was necessary.

My Dad had refused
to even acknowledge me and my mother was nowhere in sight. No surprise there
then.

She had left us when
I was five and we had never seen her again. My Dad had brought us up
single-handedly but when I had ran off to Gretna Green with Ry to get married
he had disowned me and held it against Kenny for his knowledge of what I had
done.

The only good thing
to come out of the whole thing was Sara. She had turned up at the hospital, a
mess, and held onto me for hours and hours and then we had talked, both of us
hashing out our thoughts, grievances and apologies. We were taking baby steps
but I knew we would get there.

Mason didn’t know
what to do with himself every time he visited. His pain and guilt over what had
happened ate away at him and I could tell Ava was growing concerned and we both
hoped it wouldn’t see Mason delving back into his old habits.

I had told him over
and over that it wasn’t his fault. He hadn’t pushed me into Kenny; it was
Kenny’s gun that had gone off and shot me, not Mason’s or Ava’s and it was me
that had invited Kenny into his home, not knowing what Kenny’s hidden agenda
actually was.

Lucas refused to
leave my side and eventually the nurse had physically dragged him out of my
room so he would go home for some rest and clean clothes. But he had returned within
the hour and snuggled on my bed, gently pulled me against him, then slept for
twelve hours solid.

I had been lucky
really. The bullet had done some substantial damage but it was all repairable
and everything inside me still worked properly after the three operations I’d
had to have.

I was a lucky girl.

***

I was released five
weeks later, just in time for Lucas’s birthday. He had told me in his dominant
way that I would be staying at his apartment until I was 100% better.

I hadn’t argued; I was
looking forward to lots of amazing sex if I was honest. Five weeks was a long
time to go without, especially when you were sharing a bed, even if it was a
hospital bed, with the Sex God that was Lucas.

“Holy… Wow…” Lucas
mumbled when I stepped out of the hotel suite’s bathroom where we were staying
for Lucas’s birthday party.

I smiled wickedly at
his face. The tight red sleeveless calf length dress I was wearing was sexy but
very classy. It hugged me like a glove and the side split reached up to the top
of my thigh. I had teamed it with elbow length black gloves and five inch black
stilettos, with red heels.

Lucas stalked across
the room looking particularly sexy himself in tight arse hugging black trousers
and a black shirt that stretched deliciously over his chest.

“You like?” he asked
as he caught me devouring him with my eyes.

“Very much” I smiled
back as he reached me and I slid my hands around him and dragged my nails over
his taut buttocks.

He growled before he
mirrored my action and grabbed my arse. “I am so fucking this tonight, with my
fingers, with my tongue and then with my hard cock. You are mine in every way
tonight, baby.”

I pulled in a much
needed breath as his words sent a shiver through me then I looked up at him and
gave him a seductive smile, “And how about I repay the favour and fuck
your
arse with my tongue and my fingers?”

His eyes widened but
I noticed how black they turned, his desire and excitement told me his answer
without words and I reached up and kissed his mouth gently “You are mine in
every way tonight, baby”

He sucked air
through his teeth and then plunged his lips over mine, his tongue demanding my
compliance whilst he dominated every inch of my mouth as his hot breath pulsed
all the way down to my womb.

His phone rang and
we both groaned at its intrusion. His dark eyes bore through me, telling me
just how much he wanted me before he pulled back and went to answer it.

I went back to the
bathroom and fixed my lipstick before he finished his call and we made our way
down to the party.

I was a little
nervous, truth be told; because tonight would be the first time I met his
family.

His Mother and
Father were coming along with Lucas’s brother and he was excited to introduce
me to them. He hadn’t told them about me, mainly because they knew what a
manwhore he was and they would’ve brushed me off as one of the little women
without giving us a chance.

So now as we came up
to our three months ‘anniversary’, Lucas was excited to show me off as his, his
words, long term girlfriend. I had laughed at this but I suppose to Lucas,
three months
was
actually long term.

He squeezed my hand.
“Ready, baby?”

I nodded and smiled
at him before he led me into the room.

The place was packed
to the rafters and the room exploded in cheers and whoops as Lucas made his
entrance.

I spotted our
friends and told Lucas I was joining them whilst he made the rounds with his
eager birthday wishers. He nodded and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead
before he let go of my hand and I knew his eyes were on my arse when I walked
away.

I could feel them
burn through the thin material of my dress and my cheeks suddenly matched the
intense colour.

“Yes, he is staring
at your ass” Sara chuckled as I joined her.

I rolled my eyes as
she handed me a flute of champagne and I mumbled an appreciation to his parents
for throwing such a stylish and lavish party for my man.

My man? I frowned at
myself when the possessive term slid through my thoughts.

Yes, he was my man
and I shivered in excitement as it actually sank in.

My man was a Sex
God; a hot hard, caring, intelligent and beautiful Adonis and he was all mine.

“What are you
grinning at?” Liv asked then lifted a brow as if she could see into my head,
“You dirty bitch” she added with a wink and a nudge as I laughed.

“Little Willowww….”
Mason slurred as he pulled me in for a hug. I frowned at him as I returned his
embrace.

“You okay, Mase?” I
asked as I cast a glance to Ava.

She looked sad and
upset but she shook her head at my silent question if he was high. He was just
drunk and although that was bad enough so early in the night, I was relieved he
hadn’t turned back to old habits, some of them being hard to die.

“Me and you,
tomorrow lunch, Mase. Then we talk” I said in his ear. He pulled back and
looked searchingly at me but then sighed and nodded, his brow pulled tight in
his acceptance that we needed to do this.

He drifted off as
Sara came back to me and pulled me towards the dance floor as Ava, Liv, Courtney
and a few more women joined us and we were soon all bumping and grinding
against one another.

Switchfoot’s
‘Your love is a song’
started playing
and I frowned at the sudden change in rhythm, this song being a slow track but
then I understood when I was spun round and pulled tight against Lucas’s hard
body.

“Dance with me, this
is my favourite song and now I want it be ours, baby.”

I slipped my arms
around his neck as he pulled me in deeper and I rested my head against his
chest; even in my five inch heels I was substantially shorter than him.

“Ooh, your love is a
symphony, all around me, running through me… Ooh your love is melody,
underneath me, running to me. Oh, your love is a song…” he sang in my ear and I
breathed in every single word.

I looked up at him
and no sooner had I titled my head, his lips were on me, his kiss was gentle
and tender and I knew he was telling me everything he felt right at that
moment.

“I love you too, so
much.” I told him when he pulled back but only so far that the tips of our
noses were touching.

“Don’t ever leave
me, Red. Never. I would die without you.”

I palmed his cheek
and circled my nose around the tip of his “Never baby, my heart won’t allow it.
It would shatter first.”

His eyes dropped to
my lips and he smiled softly “You know; you have the lips of an angel. You have
the eyes of a temptress and the body of a goddess but you also have the heart
of a lion, baby. Strong, solid and fearless” He whispered against my lips.

“And all yours” I
finished.

He growled softly
before he devoured me again, this time so passionately but so adoringly and my
heart literally stuttered at his intensity and devotion.

“May I cut in?” a
man said beside us and I frowned at his rudeness.

Lucas laughed loudly
then pulled the man in for a hug, “Logan” Lucas declared happily.

Logan coughed and
shifted his eyes to me and Lucas smiled widely “Logan, this is my girlfriend,
Re… Layla Summers. Red, this is my brother, Logan Hunt.”

Logan held his hand
out and tipped his head slightly. I placed my hand in his super large one and
he pulled it to his lips and placed a soft kiss on my knuckles as his eyes held
me.

“Oi, none of this
seductive crap, she’s mine” Lucas grumbled light-heartedly.

Logan released my
hand and smirked at his brother. “Can I help being so charismatic that all the
ladies fall for my charm, bro?”

Lucas laughed loudly
before Logan grabbed my hands and pulled them round the back of him and
deposited them on his arse.

My eyebrows lifted
at the same time as my hands and I rested them on his back instead as he
started to sway to the music.

“Behave” Lucas
warned before he left us to it.

Logan pulled my
hands up to his neck so we were now comfortable as we danced. He watched me silently
for a while and I could see the question in his eyes.

I had thought Lucas
was a solid man but his brother beat him hands down, he was rigid everywhere
with muscles that showed no resistance what so ever. His fiery blue eyes, the
same as Lucas’s, showed that they were related but where Lucas’s nose was quite
small, Logan’s was steeper and wider.

Logan was roughly
the same height as Lucas, give or take a few centimetres, and his hair was a
shade lighter.

“So, little lady,
Lucas seems smitten. You feel the same?” he probed and I knew immediately I was
in for the second inquisition.

“I do, very much” I
answered honestly.

He nodded as he spun
me round a little and I was now face to face with a smirking Sara, her eyes
watching Logan’s arse and I rolled my eyes at her dramatic tongue hang.

“How did you meet?”
he asked now and I stiffened. I tried to hide my reaction to his question but
he sensed it and narrowed his eyes on me.

“Well, I… “

He sensed my
hesitation and lifted an eyebrow “Something I shouldn’t have asked?”

“No, uhh, Lucas
comes into the club where I work” I told him evasively, hoping he would leave
it now.

“Oh, you work in a
club? Waitress or barmaid?”

God damn!

“Neither,” Sod this!
I shouldn’t be ashamed of what I did. I was proud of my dancing. I considered
myself a good dancer, if not a great dancer and I should not be embarrassed,
“I’m a pole dancer.”

Both of his eyebrows
lifted now and a small smile lifted his lips “Well, nice.”

“So, what do you do,
Logan?”

My turn.

“I own a few health
clubs and bars.”

I nodded, impressed
with his answer. “How long have you been with Lucas then?” He asked as he
carried on his own interrogation again.

“About three months
now.”

I gave Sara a pained
look, begging for her meddling characteristic to kick in and she didn’t let me
down.