Roman-2(Lane Brothers, Book 5)(37)

The touch of my hand does what my pleading can’t do, and I watch his control snap before he pushes my hand away and lines himself up to my entrance, circling his hips once, twice, three times before he’s thrusting home and filling me to the brim.

I feel the pleasure engulf my every cell, starting down to the tips of my curling toes, and moan, sinking my fingernails into his tight ass to pull him closer, deeper.

“God in heaven, it gets better every time,” he growls, leaning up onto his palms to look down at where we’re joined.

The sight must do something for him, because he’s thrusting in and out, pounding into me so strongly I arch my back in relief and grab hold of the headboard, reveling in his complete abandon and the sight of his hooded eyes.

“Luc, Luc, Luc,” I chant, crying out in bliss when he powers deeper and hits me in that place deep inside that’s a one-way ticket straight to a mind-blowing orgasm.

His next thrust sends me over ,and I climax with a scream, my sex convulsing in waves as he thrusts again, pushing so deep it almost hurts, and lets go, shuddering as the warmth of his seed fills me.

“Don’t tease me again,” he warns, minutes later, rolling me to face him.

I nod wordlessly and close my eyes, knowing that no matter how much I know this isn’t healthy, I will never say no again. I want him as much as, if not more than, he wants me.

Looks like Plan B is a go.





Chapter Seven




“You gave it up!” Viv yells before I’ve cleared the threshold of Madge’s, her twinkling eyes accusing me as I shuffle my way to the table and fall down with a plop.

How they even know this just by looking at me is not worth thinking about, so I just ignore the creepiness of it all and attack the cherry donuts they’ve ordered today, intent on burying my failure beneath a landslide of comfort eating and plain old denial.

“Crap, you slept with him after one battle. Even I did better than that with Alex,” Nat mutters, shaking her head dolefully.

“I can’t help it! My husband is hot,” I hiss back. “He moved the sheet away and did this thing with his hips—”

“Oh, shut up! I do not need to hear this about my brother!” Cammy yells, covering her ears, with a gag for good measure.

We all break out laughing when she starts humming the theme to Star Wars and pulls a face to let us know how unimpressed she is.

“Brody?”

“Yeah. He finally gave in and let me make him dinner, but he chose the movie after, and…well, let’s just say trying to seduce a man while he’s lip synching everything Han Solo says is not as easy as it looks.”

“Never say!” I choke in mock horror, snorting water through my nose when she flips me the bird and huffs out a sigh.

“Not even a bloody snog afterward, either. He just got up and pecked my cheek before walking out, as if I hadn’t been trying to give him a full body licking. I’m starting to wonder if Brody is even worth all this effort. Seriously, Star Wars?”

That has us laughing so hard a snooty old lady at the table to the left starts shooting daggers our way—no private room today, thanks to the lunch rush.

“Don’t give up just yet, English, The Goldens are on it,” Brit trills, giving her the thumbs up. “But that’s for tomorrow. Now tell us, Ash, you little light skirt, what happened to teasing him mercilessly?”

“I just told you: he got all riled up when I did the morning wood tease, and when I came out of the bathroom he was buck naked and doing things with his hips that, for your information, should be an art form.”

Goodness, I wasn’t walking right after the first round, and that had only been the beginning. When Lucian Jasper says he’s going all day, he really means all freaking day.

I’m not complaining, mind you, because after round four he’d been replete enough to let me explore him. One inch at a time.

I’m now the proud owner of a few sex cards that every woman should have. Namely, oral skills that I do not mind having.

“We can fix this,” Viv says after our food arrives and we dig in. “It’s just a little hiccup. We just have to rework the plan with the knowledge that Ash is a light skirted whore. Shouldn’t be too hard.”

I gasp and give her the stink eye for that comment.

“He’s my husband.”

“No, he’s a mission,” they all say together, high fiving each other to the annoyance of Old Lady Sour Lips and her harrumphing ass. “You’re a wounded soldier on a mission to free innocent hostages from the cold, dark prison that is now your man’s heart. It’s your job to get everyone out alive before the stick up his ass blows everything to hell and back.”