Chapter 13

Luca

S now White spat out that rotten apple and came back to life.

Wearing an apron, a short black skirt, and a faded tee that showed off every curve she had been blessed with, this most beautiful raven-haired creature was even more stunning than I remembered.

And I still didn’t know her name.

I’d returned from Sydney a broken man—but things began to look up when we landed at Ballina. In what was a credit to my host nation, one I doubted would happen in New York, someone within the airport found and handed in my phone. Not only that, but it had also been kept charged, and waiting for me was a series of messages that brought joyous hope back to my soul.

Unknown: I hope the fuck you get your phone back, or this is a massive waste of time.

Unknown: She is going to fucking kill me for this but Luca …. Call me when you’re back in Byron. I have a surprise for you.

Unknown: Shit, I can’t wait. Jasmine is from Byron!!!! She’s there right now, practically salivating at the thought of your massive quads.

Unknown: Oh, this is Luna.

“Holy fuckin’ Gretzky.”

Just sex. Just sex. Just sex. Just sex. Just sex.

On the ice, I had a trademark celly. Skidding on my knees with a double fist pump, then flipping back onto my feet. I’d even been known to backflip. The urge to do so had me bouncing on the balls of my toes, but aware of my company and the surroundings, I managed to keep it in check. Once the shock wore off and my good fortune kicked in Luna and I volleyed the texts back and forth, each like a shot of Viagra straight to my dick. A plan was hatched. Luna would pick me up. I would surprise Jasmine. Bring her flowers. Be a gentleman. Ask her out on a date. It would be perfect. Romantic. Everything she deserved.

So, after the longest short car trip of my life, I was face to face, breathing the same air as the girl of my Australian dreams while she wore an expression of either pure excitement or excruciating gas.

“I’ll leave you two alone.” whispered Luna, who promptly did just that, brushing her fingers across my cotton-covered abs, and sighing in appreciation before closing the door behind her.

Finally.

Eyes shining with mischief locked onto mine as I made my tentative approach, my right hand tapping my thing, my left clutching a posy the same shade as her lips. The nervous twitching caught her attention, drawing her gaze to the flowers, before snapping back narrowed in suspicion. “Poppies?” she quizzed, “Did you bring me Poppies because it sounds like my name? Lun — I mean Katie, said she didn’t tell you.”

“Po … poppies`,” I stammered. “These are poppies? I didn’t know what they were, they were just the prettiest ones at this little roadside stall Luna stopped at. Is that your name? Poppy?”

Shifting, she leaned back, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the desk. “ Oh. So , she told you her name but not mine?”

“Yes ... No. No, she didn’t. I intended to crack her open on the way but she’s a terrible driver and I was too scared to talk. When we made it to the safety of the parking lot, I tried to bribe her with everything I could think of but point-blank refused. It was freaking frustrating.” I was rambling, could feel my ridiculous grin spreading, but I couldn’t help it.

“Used to getting what you want, Cowboy?”

“Not recently, no.” I took another step closer, savoring the way she squirmed from head to toe. “I’m sorry I didn’t call you. I lost my phone.”

“Yet, you still found me.”

“I did. I had to. I can’t stop thinking about you.” I cocked a brow, clenched my jaw in the way guys and girls always seemed to love. “Tell me, Princess. Have you been thinking of me, too?”

Her pretty lip twitched. “What do you think?” Her legs parted as I closed the space between us, a bolt of heat surging down my spine when my knee slid between her thighs. Can you orgasm from brushing someone’s thigh?

“Right now, I can’t think of a damn thing but touching you.”

Pushing off the desk, she let her long, voluptuous frame fall against mine till two firm breasts were pressing into my chest and her pelvis was rubbing against my raging boner. “You sure are pretty, Luca.”

Luca.

Leaning down till our lips were almost touching, I breathed in her scent. It was nothing fancy, but a clean, fresh lemon, likely cleaning products or maybe she’d been cutting some for drink. It was the most hypnotizing thing I’d ever smelt. “Please Princess, say my name again.”

“Make me.”

Every cell in my body demanded I swoop and take her hard and fast, but I didn’t. This may be the only chance to get. I’m going to take my time.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” I grasped her face in my hands, ghosted my lips over hers, almost coming to the soft moan I knew I would hear for the rest of my days.

Take it slow.

When I brushed her nose with mine, followed the trail of flushed flesh from her cheek to the shell of her cute little ear, she whimpered.

When I pressed a kiss to her neck, finding in a tender spot just below her ear, she melted.

“Touch me already.” She begged, her lips trembling, breath warm against my temple.

“Make me.”

Rebelling, she bucked beneath me, fisting my shirts in her hands, her pelvis rubbing against my cock that was so hard it could break off at any second. It was then I decided to tease her to draw this out for my pleasure to make her scream my name. To beg. I continued my journey, licking the sweat from her skin, nipping here and there until my lips found the swell of her breast.

“Yes.” She sighed. “More please.”

I cupped her breast, ran my thumb over the pebble nipple, leaving it to play as I continued down, dropping to my knees, shifting my hands to hers. “I haven’t eaten since breakfast. Do you mind?”

“Y. yes.”

Pausing, I looked up to find her watching over me, eyes hooded. Hungry. “Yes, you do mind? Or yes, I can eat. Tell me what you want, Princess.”

“Yes, you can eat.”

“Good girl.”

Heaven opened up as she did. As I spread her legs further apart then slipped one hand up the thigh, following it with a line of kisses that left goosebumps in their wake. “God, I’ve been dreaming of this pussy for days, wondering what would happen if I did this.” Sliding my hands around her waist, I gripped the curve of her ass and pulled her forward till my mouth pressed against the soaked lace of her panties. There I inhaled, stilled, feeling a million miles away from the man who left New York broken and confused.

With her in my arms I was found. Reborn. Even if only for a night.

Impatient, Jasmine wriggled beneath me, grasping my hair, pushing her hips forward. A rumbling laugh caught in the back of my throat, slipped free. Holding out was killing me as much as it was her, but it was also fun to watch her squirm and hum sexy, soft moans.

“Why are you toying with me? What are you doing?”

“I’m wrecking you like you’ve wrecked me.”

Muscle memory.

As an athlete, I knew it was a thing, but as I hooked one finger inside the panties hiding her bare, pretty pink flesh, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was an equivalent phenomenon for taste. Even before her lingerie was discarded and replaced with open-mouth kisses and a flat, hungry tongue, I could taste her.

“So sweet,” I hummed in acknowledgment, nudging her thighs further apart with little finesse, then licking right where I knew she needed. She trembled around me, her nails like talons slicing through my shirt and ripping into my back.

“You’re not… supposed to be here,” she panted. Her short, sharp breaths drifted into the stifling, almost suffocating air. “This… this was supposed to be one night. But fuck … I’m so glad you are.”

Silken, creamy skin tickled against my ears as I beamed with pride, nodding and moaning, sucking on her clit, twisting my head and then taking the softest, cheekiest bite of her thigh. She was on the brink; I could feel it in the tremor of her legs and hear it in the desperation of her voice. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I’m gonna come on my daddy’s desk.”

Why that turned me on as much as it did may need to be studied, but right then, as her hands were tugging on my hair, as I stole a peak of her pretty flushed face, as my tongue fucked inside her, was not the time.

Returning my attention to her swollen clit, I sucked it between my lips, pressed two fingers deep inside her pussy, and pumped, twisting, searching for and finding that perfect spot that had her ass squeezing, her hips lifting, and her cunt grinding against me.

“You are so fucking good at this. It’s never been so good.”

Fuck yes. That massive hockey ego had me more determined than ever. I was frenzied, biting down, then twisted my head ever so slightly and sucking ... hard.

“Luca!” she wailed, her nails piercing flesh and lifting my white tee halfway up my back her body melting into mine as she rolled her hips, fucking drenching my tongue.

“Princess, you look incredible when you come.”

“Is this a habit of yours?” she asked, her fingers playing with soft curls at the nape of my neck.

I cocked my head, sucked her little finger between my lips. “What? Being charming and irresistible?”

“No, performing oral sex on women whose name you don’t know.”

Ignoring the blush, I felt creeping over my face, I winked. “It’s a habit I could break here and now, if you tell me your name. It could even be considered a favor, an act of kindness to restore my faith in womankind.”

“What if I’m not a kind person? Or what if I like being called Princess? Or …” sitting upright, she clicked her fingers and laughed as I slid off from her legs. “What if Jasmine is my real name, and Luna and I were just fucking with your head.”

“If there is any further fucking to be had, I would much rather a different kind of head be involved.”

The most beautiful, goddamn dorkish guffaw snuck out before she slapped her hand over her mouth. Reveling in the sound, I pulled her back down, repositioning my head on her still-bare thigh.

After delivering her yet another oral orgasm, we migrated to the floor, our spent bodies twisting around each other, hands roaming. Mouths tasting.

I’d never been held like that. Like there was no one else she would rather be with. Nowhere else she’d rather be.

It’s just sex I reminded myself . Just the best sex of my life.

Deciding to take what I could, while I could, I allowed my fingers to resume their earlier work, tracing the swell of her creamy thighs, “Your body is beyond beautiful, Princess. Soft, feminine, yet strong.”

“What about you?” she replied promptly, “You’re built like Hercules. Do you train, or were you just genetically blessed with perfection?”

“Not blessed. I have to work my ass off, or on. It came easy when I was a kid, but it’s getting harder to maintain every year.”

“Kid?” she scoffed, “Please, what are you, like twenty-five?”

“Spot on. You’re about that too, right? I mean, look at your skin.” My eyes followed my thumb sweeping across the flesh that tensed beneath me. “Wait, am I older? I’ve never been the older man. That’d be hot. Shit … is that bad?”

“No, it’s not bad,” she shifted, twisting her hair around her little finger. “And I’m sorry to ruin your fantasy, but you’re not the older man, either.”

“Oh, so, we’re the same age, then?”

“Umm. ... Yeah, sure. ‘Bout the same.”