"Fucking rock stars" she muttered kicking at a shell that had washed up.
She turned and headed back up the stairs and stalked back to her property muttering about reporters and paparazzi. Her dark cloud was forming and hitting her hard. Lucy had no desire to be famous; she had no desire to have her life intruded with strange men and their cameras. She just wanted a simple life. Lucy flopped onto the couch and sighed. Samson came and shoved his nose under her hand as she instinctively began to stroke his head.
"Oh Samson what am I getting myself into?" she asked.
Samson whined and looked up at her with sad old eyes. Lucy smiled down at him and closed her eyes picturing the love she had made that morning. It had been near on perfect and had sparked a fire in her. She wanted him again. Lucy didn't know how Xanther felt, although he did invite her to his house, so she hoped that meant he wanted more than just a quick romp in the sack. She looked over at the time and saw that it was getting close to evening. She hadn't heard from Xanther and she wasn't sure if he had seen the reporters stalking around and was holed up in his house. Lucy stood much to Samson's protests and went to her room to freshen up. She pulled out a pretty summer dress that she had. It was tight across her bust and cinched in at the waist, illuminating her curves, resting just above her knee. She pulled her hair back into a forties French roll that she used to wear regularly before Hudson had got sick. It was his favourite hair style on her. Lucy studied her face in the mirror before putting her makeup on, dark red lipstick and cat eyes she couldn't help but smile. It had been so long since she had taken the time to dress up, she felt beautiful and sexy.
Lucy turned and looked at Samson.
"How do I look?" she asked
Samson lazily lifted his head giving her a snort and dropping his head back onto his legs. Lucy rolled her eyes and spritzed her perfume onto her neck and wrists before finding her shoes. When she came down to the living room she saw that it was just going six and the sun was just starting to lower its head beneath the clouds. Lucy rummaged through the drawer looking for the torch she had stored there, just in case she wasn't able to stay at Xanther's.
"Always prepared" she said to Samson who had followed her to the kitchen. "You ready?"
Samson lifted his head again and gave a bark. Lucy smiled and left the house, locking the door behind them. As they walked along the property she heard Samson begin his deep growl in the back of his throat. Lucy looked up to see Martin the reporter from the stairs heading towards her with a smile. He gave a wave but dropped his hand quickly when Samson gave a bark, curling his lip and growling, stepping between Lucy and the reporter. Lucy smiled sweetly and shrugged her shoulders. Definitely a good judge of character she thought with a slight giggle.
"What can I help you with now?" she asked with a sigh.
"Is your dog going to bite me?" Martin asked looking at Samson nervously.
Lucy shrugged her shoulder.
"Maybe" she said. "What do you want?"
Martin's eyes widened and he took a step back as he looked between Samson and Lucy.
"I just saw that you were dressed up, a little too dressed for going to an elderly neighbour's house" he said
Lucy swore under her breath as she fumbled for a quick excuse.
"He and his daughter asked me over for dinner. What do you wear to dinner?" she asked folding her arms across her chest.
Martin frowned and nodded his head.
"Still going with that story?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"You're still on private property. So unless you want Samson here to use your leg as a chew toy can I suggest as politely as I may that you fuck off" she spat annoyed with his slimy self-confident and arrogant personality.
Martin looked nervously at Samson and nodded his head.
"Alright I'm sorry, I'll leave now, Luciana Russo" he said turning quickly and heading back for his car that sat on the road.
Lucy, felt anger rise in her. No one knew who she was, or what family she was from. She felt prickles of panic begin to seep into her skin. Lucy had been careful to keep the fact that she was a Russo secret. Lucy growled as she sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Fucking reporters" she groaned as she continued to march towards Xanther's house trying to shake the cloud off her shoulders.
Chapter Eight
When Lucy walked down the path of Xanther's house, she was grateful that it was nestled off the road hidden amongst the trees. On the door was a note that read ‘come to the back door'. So Lucy and Samson headed around the back to the glass patio door that was propped open. She could smell the delicious smell of steaks cooking. Lucy heard her belly grumble at the same time Samson licked his lips. She pointed to the ground and told Samson to drop; he groaned and promptly lay down on the porch guarding the back door. Hopefully that would prevent anymore nosy reporters she thought.
"Hello?" Lucy called out as she went through the back door.
"Hey I'm in the kitchen" Xanther called back.
Lucy followed the smell of the steak into the big country style kitchen. She was amazed at how unpacked and moved in he looked. It had taken Lucy and Hudson ages to finally finish unpacking but Xanther seemed to have had some fairies come in and get it all done for him, she could have be mistaken to think he had been living there for years. Lucy looked around, she hadn't been into the house before, it had always been empty since her and Hudson had moved in next door.
"Wow this place is gorgeous" she said looking at the ornate wood cabinets that had been lovingly handcrafted.
Xanther looked up at her and smiled at her approval.
"The kitchen was the whole reason I fell in love with it" he smiled. "I love to cook"
Lucy smiled and went to his side looking down at the grill and pots that dotted the stove, her stomach growled again. Xanther grinned at her and leaned in kissing her gently on the lips.
"You look beautiful" he said as she reached up and wiped lipstick off his lips.
"Thank you" Lucy said with a giggle.
Xanther smiled at Lucy and reached down giving her arse a squeeze as he nuzzled his face into her neck.
"You smell good too" he said with a smile.
Lucy grinned and giggled again closing her eyes and moaning lightly as he continued nibble and lick at her neck. He slid his arm around her waist and pulled her into him. She could feel the bulge in his pants growing hard against her and he continued his onslaught of kisses over her neck and chest, growling gently as he nuzzled the top of her breasts. Xanther continued to kiss up her neck and to her mouth as he looked into her eyes and ran his tongue along her bottom lip. He raised his eyebrow and smiled.
"Strawberry?" he said with a grin.
Lucy smiled back at him and nodded slightly. He moaned and engulfed her mouth kissing her deeply and passionately while he watched her eyes. When he slid his hand up the back of her dress and clasped her backside she rolled her eyes in her eyelids and moaned pushing herself harder against his chest which brought a throaty chuckle from Xanther. She felt a protest well up inside her as he pulled away to flip the steaks and turned the jet of the stove off. Xanther turned and put his hands under Lucy's thighs lifting her onto the bench with ease. Lucy giggled as he lifted her skirt to reveal her pretty lace panties with a smile of approval. Xanther reached up and slowly pulled her panties off her thighs and dropped them onto the floor. He put his hand up into her hair as he pulled her face into his letting their lips touch in a long and passionate kiss. Lucy rocked on the bench feeling the pool of moisture building beneath her. Slowly Xanther moved his hand up her thigh touching on the wet curls that sat nestled between her legs. He groaned as he felt how wet she was.
"God damn that is sexy" Xanther moaned into her ear as he nibbled on her lobe.
Whilst he ran his fingers over the folds of her pussy, he used his free hand to unclasp his belt buckle and jeans letting them fall at his ankles as he stepped out of them and kicked them to the side where her panties lay. Xanther slid out of his boxers and kicked them to the side. He gave her his lip curl smile that melted her into a puddle of hormones and butterflies as he gently guided himself inside her. Instantly Lucy felt her pussy pulse with excitement. He groaned and she watched as Xanther's eyes rolled back under his eye lids as he slowly moved in and out of her. Lucy wrapped her legs around his waist and leant back on the bench, using her elbows to prop her up. He groaned as he pushed deeper inside her. Lucy knew it wasn't going to take long for her to be a screaming and squirming mess. She felt the tingle begin to slide its way up and down her thighs and move across her stomach. Her nipples stiffened and goose pimples broke out all over her arms as her moan turned into a deep throaty groan. Soon her pussy was tightening as she thrust her hips hard down onto Xanther. She was screaming his name and grinding her hips on him when she heard his guttural roar sound out and felt his cock pulse inside her sending his seed deep inside her.