Chapter 25

CHAPTER 25

LUKAS

" N obody will understand this," I say as I finish the live, during which I've talked about our progress with the VR system. "But there's a place my business partner, Sebastian, goes sometimes. It's a place near the water. It's a place under a bridge. It's not a happy place, and if Nobody understands, that's fine. But if somebody out there does, I'll see you very soon."

I make sure to stare a challenge at the camera. My commenters are flooding the bottom of the screen with questions, asking if I've gone nuts or if it's some viral marketing ploy—the setup for a competition. As it happens, that's going to be our cover. I've put a link up for my viewers to submit their ideas about what I'm talking about. When this is over, we'll randomly draw a name and give them a ten-thousand-dollar gift card, accepting their explanation.

Ending the live, I look over at Gabriel. He's sitting on the other side of my office, nodding slowly.

"Are the men in place?" I ask.

He nods. "They're watching the building. According to Finn, it's where they've met every time they've been in the city. We're surveilling it with long-range scopes. There's no way they'll know we're watching. We've left a cell number in there for them." Gabriel takes a cell phone from his pocket. "So now, it's a waiting game."

"In that case, I'm going to grab a bite. Let me know when it's time."

The plan is for me to behave as if I will trade myself for Sebastian. Then we move in and, hopefully, capture them and hand them over to the police. That'll take some finessing since we'll need to explain somehow how we got our hands on them. We'll handle that problem when we get there.

Going into the open-plan kitchen living room, I find it full. Finn and Kayla sit on the couch, not touching, but closer than I would've expected. Finn looks more sober now. He's showered, and he seems alert. Anna, Maci's mom, sits holding her boyfriend's hand. Maci sits on an armchair alone, her hands clasped in her lap. She's changed into loose-fitting PJs. My body stirs as I think about tearing them off and revealing the perfection underneath.

She smiles tightly at me.

"Anybody hungry?" I ask.

"We've eaten," Kayla replies.

I go into the kitchen, grab some precooked chicken breast and rice from the fridge, then nuke it in the microwave. Sitting at the bar, I eat while they play Scrabble. It brings me back to the time Kayla, Maci, and I played it and the words we threw at each other. Naked. Virgin . Now, it all makes sense.

"Wow, nice one," Kayla says when Finn puts down a high-scoring word.

"Thanks," he says tightly. "I was trying to spell sorry ."

"At least you told the truth," she mutters. "That's the most important thing."

"I lied. I manipulated you. Hell, Kayla, at least slap me."

I wonder if there's a chance they could make it work. Finn seems remorseful in the extreme, but he's probably still a little drunk. Or maybe this is another layer of his scam. I'm going to have to watch him carefully.

"By the way," I say. I know this makes me a bad man, but I can't stop sneaking looks at my woman. My body aches sitting so close to her but not being able to touch her or even talk to her openly. "The stairs going down to the basement pool are giving us problems. Something to do with the structure, according to the caretaker. Best to avoid it for now."

"I don't think anybody cares about going for a nighttime swim, Dad," Kayla says.

I've just lied… again. How many lies are there going to be? The thing is, I need to see my woman. I'm hungry for her. Soon, Gabriel will get a call. It'll be time to move out, save my best friend, and save Finn's sister. It's time to do the right thing. Is that my excuse for planning to do the wrong thing first?

I tell Gabriel to call my cell if he hears anything, not to come and find me. Then I go to bed and wait, staring at the clock as my heart hammers and my nerves buzz. One a.m., two a.m., then I let thirty minutes pass. Finally, when the house is quiet, I walk into the hallway, moving to Maci's door. My rod is stiff in my pants. My chest is tight with emotion.

Knocking would make too much noise, so I turn the handle slowly and push the door open. She's sitting up in bed, a notepad in her lap, sketching something. She's wearing shorts and a T-shirt with no bra, her thick legs on display. My body stirs even more.

"I was hoping you'd come," she whispers.

Moving across the room, I take her hand, holding my other finger to my lips. She nods as I help her to her feet and lead her to the door. We walk down the stairs hand-in-hand, then down another set of stairs into the basement pool. I lock the door to the pool area behind me. Soft yellow mood lighting bounces off the water.

When I turn to kiss my woman, she grabs my chest, digging her nails in. I think she's going to push me away—there's a definite moment where she applies pressure—but then she moans and pulls herself closer to me. We sink into a hot-as-hell kiss.

Then she pushes me away. "You didn't tell me you talked to Mom."

I nod. "She asked me not to. She didn't want either of us to decide for you. I'm sorry, Maci."

She softens, trailing her fingers around my neck. "She seemed… happy for me, almost."

"Yeah, I was surprised by that, too. I couldn't stop thinking about you after our first time here. I knew I couldn't tell Kayla. Hell, even telling your mom is a betrayal. I needed somebody to tell me to stop and hate me for it, but she didn't."

"Because she saw how much you cared," she whispers.

" Care ," I tell her. "I want you even more now than I did then."

"But you can't lie to me. You can't go behind my back."

"I'm sorry," I say. "I swear, nothing like that will ever happen again. I was just lost without you—broken."

"It hasn't changed anything, anyway," she murmurs. "We're still dancing on the edge."

"I know."

She grips the back of my neck. An exciting, dangerous glint comes into her eyes. "Then kiss me. It helps me forget."

With a moan, I sink my hands greedily into her hips and lean down, claiming her lips with mine. She moans when I lift her up, carry her to the recliner chair, and gently set her down. Laying atop her, I grind my arousal between her legs, feeling her soppiness through the thin fabric of her shorts.

"This is still wrong," she moans between kisses. "You know that, right?"

I kiss her with even more passion, somehow. It should be impossible to feel more need with my woman, but it's there, burning us up.

"Yeah," I groan, "but I'm addicted to your body. I'm hungry for it. Hungry for you. I'm starving."

She drags her hands down from my neck, grabbing my shirt and pulling on it. I let her pull it over my head. She moans as I collapse against her again, holding the edge of the chair so I don't put my full weight on her, but I want no space between us. Standing up, I pull her to her feet.

"What are you doing?" she whispers.

I smirk, gesturing to the pool. "It's where this all started, after all."

She gets a cute-as-hell look of excitement, then shrugs and pulls her shirt over her head. I'm shaking all over when her breasts spill free. There's no bra to imprison them, just her juicy curviness on full display. The yellow mood lighting bounces off her needy nipples.

"Luke," she says as she reaches for her shorts. "When you mentioned the pool earlier, I knew it was crap. I knew you were going to bring me down here."

My cock pulses, electricity shooting through my body. "Y-yeah?" I growl, hardly able to speak.

She starts to pull down her shorts slowly, revealing inch after inch of her body. "So I didn't wear any underwear."

Fuck . My dick almost explodes with come when I see the triangle of her naked pussy. Her thighs are glistening with her wetness. I want the rest of her wet, too, shining with water, rivulets of it to slide down her perfect body.

"Your turn," she says, raising her eyebrow sassily.

When she's playful and lust-filled like this, there's a deep primal note in me that says it can work. There's this deep hunger that says it has to work because I'll never be able to let her go. I'll never be able to entertain the possibility of my woman touching another man.

I pull down my shorts and my underwear, stepping out of them so my cock springs free. Her eyes widen as she stares at me.

"Don't look so surprised," I tell her, smirking. "Didn't you think I'd be hard for you?"

"I'm not surprised," she says. "I'm just getting ready."

"Ready for what?"

"Ready for this ."

She runs at me, pushing me into the pool. I laugh as I splash into the water. Luckily, this place is so big, and there are two floors between us and everybody else. Still, we're being reckless, but it's difficult to care when she jumps in after me. Time seems to slow, letting me savor how her thickness bounces in the soft yellow lighting.

Then she's in the water with me. We magnetize to each other, sinking close. I growl as I slide my hands around, across her back, and down to the big globes of her ass. She whimpers as I begin massaging her, pushing my dick against her at the same time. She reaches down and wraps her hand around my shaft, ending the kiss as she strokes.

"I want to watch you," she whispers. "When I touch you, you look so obsessed ."

"Right back at you," I say, reaching down and palming her sweet, young, virgin slit. Her eyelids flutter as I begin stroking her, slowly at first, then faster. She matches my speed, pumping her hand up and down my cock. I start moaning like a man on the edge of an explosion. She shifts her hips against me, grinding her slit against my hand.

"I need your tight hole," I tell her. "I need to feel you wrapped around me. I need to feel your virgin pussy—just for me. Juh-just, fuh-for, muh-me…"

She's stroking me so fast, I'm worried I'm going to explode. With the hand not rubbing her needy young soppy slit, I keep massaging her ass. I could spend the rest of my life just massaging this juicy ass, savoring her thickness. There's so much of her to captivate me.

I meant what I said. I don't just want her pussy. I fucking need it.

She gasps when I grab her hips, lifting her up. She floats through the water and wraps her legs around me, staring with those wide, excited, slightly nervous eyes.

"You're going to take me," I tell her, staring into her beautiful eyes… and then at the water dripping down her tits. "Your body was made for me." I'm panting, sounding borderline feral. Hell, there's no borderline about it. "Your body is mine . Your future is mine . Your virgin pussy is mine ."

I grip my dick and guide it to her opening, kissing her entrance with my end. She's got her fingernails in my shoulders, both holding herself up and, it feels like, bracing for what we're about to do. I shudder with pure hunger when I feel her entrance tightly kissing my tip.

"Oh my… Luke ."

She moans when I slip inside her, her walls squeezing just my tip. She's so warm, contrasting even to the pool water, which is also warm. I keep my hands on her hips, greedily grabbing as much of her thickness as I can, then glide up as I guide her down on me at the same time.

"Luke," she gasps again as I push deeper and deeper, every inch setting my dick on fire, every inch making me more confident I have to do whatever it takes to keep this woman in my life.

"It's so big," she moans. "Oh… yes."

"Yes?" I growl.

I'm about halfway inside her. I can feel her squeezing around me. It's like her body is getting ready for an orgasm, and she's going to cream for me any moment. My balls tingle at the thought.

"Yes, yes," she moans, nodding, biting her lip in that sexy-as-hell way.

I smooth one hand around to her ass as I push the rest of the way in, almost howling like a beast when I feel every inch of my cock tightly and warmly held by her pussy. She's squeezing me like she never wants to let me go, drawing me deeper into her.

Then she grasps my face in her hands, supported by me and the pool's wall behind her. She kisses me with more confidence than she has yet. I hold my dick deep inside, fused to her, as the passion fires into us, making the kiss hot, urgent—making the kiss the only thing that matters.

"I want you," she whispers.

I smirk. "You've got me."

"No," she moans. "Forever. I want you forever."

"You've got me forever."

She frowns, as though the outside world is threatening to burst into her mind and ruin this moment. Then her frown turns into a circle of pleasure as I slide out and slowly glide back into her body, the water shimmering around us. She grabs my shoulders again, moving with me.

"Your pussy's opening for me," I tell her. "Oh, fuck . I can feel it."

"Me… too."

She's still tight, her walls clutching eagerly onto my length, but I'm able to slide in and out quicker now, harder. The water goes from sloshing to splashing as I pick up the pace, obsessed with her, hungry. I'll never stop starving for her touch. She gasps as I grab her hips in both hands again, using it to drag her toward me with each thrust and then pull out and do it again.

When she collapses against me, I slip backward, floating through the water. For a moment, my dick slides out of her. I snarl and grab her again, this time sinking my touch into her ass. She wraps her arms around me and helps me guide my dick to her core. We're away from the wall now, floating together. We splash like crazy as heat bursts between us.

"Oh, hell ," she moans, almost yelling. Then she says in a quieter voice. "Sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry," I groan. "I live to hear you moan for me—just for me."

She uses her grip on my shoulders to throw herself up and down at the same tempo as me sinking my hands into her thick ass and bouncing her. We stay like that, in the water where this all started, nothing else existing. Nothing else matters for who knows how long. I only know I never want to leave like the water is a different world—one without guilt.

Then I feel her eager pussy fluttering. Her walls tighten and release, tighten and release. Her moans get breathier as if she hasn't enough air to push them out. She gasps as I hammer her harder, then she slips out again.

"Fuck," I growl, grabbing her hips, guiding her to the wall.

"Wait…" She turns, gripping the wall, sticking her ass out. "This is how you wanted me, right?"

Her hair is wet, her eyes glinting, her lips curved into a tense smile—tense like she wants the pleasure to return. I gaze down through the water at her ass sticking out, my dick getting even harder.

"I need you," I growl. "I fucking…"

Floating forward, I grab my dick and guide it to her. She pushes against the wall, sliding up my length, and then does the sexiest thing she possibly could. Right away, as soon as my dick gets deeper inside her, she starts shaking and moaning. At first, she tries to keep staring at me over her shoulder, but then she can't take it anymore.

She shudders on the end of my dick. I'm pounding her so hard and so fast that water splashes everywhere. I can hardly hear her moans and my growling pleasure over the sound of the water.

Then she stops moaning and gasps. She can't even push back against me anymore. She starts shaking as I hammer her and own her slit. I feel her come. I don't hear it. I feel it in the pulsing of her slit.

I can't hold back anymore. I need to stop. Pull out, dammit , but I can't.

"I need to come inside you," I tell her breathily.

"Do it," she gasps. "I belong to you."

"Say that again," I demand, fucking her even harder, feeling her ass flattening over and over against my abs.

"I… belong… to… you."

I almost roar as I collapse against her, emptying myself into her, her walls still fluttering like she's drinking as much of my come as possible.