Chasing Lustre, page 2
The little blond with an angel’s body and the devil’s fire in her eyes.
Oh yes, Trouble, I remember you.
Like she senses my presence, the pretty little spitfire’s head snaps to where I’m standing by the window. She slips from the chair and stomps over. With the glass between us, I know she can’t possibly see me, but there’s no denying the heat in her gaze as she stares me down.
“I know you’re in there,” she declares, and although her voice is muffled, I can read the movement of her cherry-red lips. Lips I’ve spent many a night imagining around my cock.
I could open the door, pull her in here, and plunder her mouth, learning her taste and every sound she makes as she spirals toward pleasure. But unfortunately, Trouble isn’t here for that. No. Instead, she wants me to get on a plane and travel to a wedding.
A shudder rolls down my spine—fucking planes. I haven’t been in one since I flew back to the States with Drew after our failed mission overseas. The horrors rise in my mind, and I swallow hard. Turning away from the blond, I battle my demons, pushing them back into the recesses of my consciousness even if they don’t want to disappear.
“What the fuck am I even doing?” I mumble, wandering aimlessly through the expanse of my home. I know I should answer the door and send the little pain in the ass away, but I’m afraid those pouty lips could talk me into anything.
And I do not want to go to that damn wedding.
People trigger my rage issues. Plus, being around Drew might make my trauma bubble to the surface, and I prefer avoidance. Here, it’s just me, my anger, and my art. The world has triggers. Big groups of people have assholes. And I have no desire to end up incarcerated.
The plush carpet of my bedroom squishes under my feet and I veer toward the bathroom. Might as well shower while I avoid the door. Reaching over my head, I tug the sticky, soaked cotton shirt off and drop it into the hamper, followed by my pants and socks.
Yup. That’s exactly what I’ll do. Get clean and ignore the siren outside.
Twisting the knobs, the water bursts from the three shower heads, quickly steaming up the space, and I climb inside, letting the heat surround me.
The stress of Trouble’s appearance melts off, whirling down the drain with the soapy water. My shoulders relax, and I can finally breathe again.
By the time I get out, I’m sure she’ll be gone. If not…
A bubbly lather fills my hands and I grasp my still semi-hard cock. It twitches in my palm, and I can’t help but imagine Blyth before me.
“Since you interrupted my peace, there’ll be no speaking,” I grunt, using my massive hand to press her down onto her knees.
Bright blue eyes, full of mischief, capture mine as she gracefully sinks to the floor.
“Good girl. Now, how do you ask nicely for your gag?”
As expected, my words trigger her desire, and she lets out a wonton moan. Her rosy nipples pucker, and she rubs her thighs together, seeking friction and spreading her juices everywhere. Fucking hot. Blyth extends her hands forward, placing them on my thighs, still not giving me what I want.
“Trouble…” I rasp out a warning.
She heeds it, sticking out her tongue and opening wide to give me the control I crave.
“That’s my girl. Take it all. This mouth is mine.” My cock is rock hard as I thrust it between her pouty lips, watching it disappear into the warm heat of her mouth. Blyth arches her neck as she tries to take me deeper still, sucking so hard that I see stars. Fuck, she’s amazing.
This sexy as fuck woman meets me thrust for thrust, moaning in pleasure as the pace increases. In. Out. In. Out. I tunnel into her mouth, bumping the back of her throat, but she never once gags. Always ready for more.
“Play with that pussy,” I demand, my mouth going dry as our eyes lock and she obeys. Her fingers fly between her legs, working her clit into a frenzy. Electricity races over me, singing in my veins and coiling at the base of my spine.
The wet heat of her expert mouth combined with the suction and the sexy as fuck picture before me makes me pant. Sweat joins the water trickling down my body as I try to hold off my orgasm.
“Work your clit. Hurry, baby. Come for me.” She whines around my cock, her lips pulled tight around my thick cock, and I reach down to pluck at her nipples, adding just a little bite of pain to help her over the edge. My abs pull taut and pleasure tightens my balls. Fuck, there’s no stopping it.
With a roar, I plunge deep and shoot my release down her throat as my vision tunnels. Blyth’s eyes roll back as she works to swallow me, her throat gulping while she shudders with an orgasm of her own.
Fucking incredible.
Icy water makes me gasp as the cum covered blue tiles in my shower surround me once again.
Damn…
Chapter Three
Blyth
“What the hell is he even doing in there?” I mutter to myself. For some reason, in all of my self-run scenarios of how this would go, I never considered that he might just not answer the door.
Did I think I would need to be persuasive? Yeah.
Insistent? Absolutely.
Annoying as fuck? I can’t wait.
Being completely stonewalled was not on my bingo card, but I am nothing if not resourceful. No damn door is going to keep me away from the man I need to torture into a tux. Even if Tilly told me it was okay, her tears made it clear that Murphy skipping the wedding was a disaster and, come hell or high water, I’m determined to make sure my bestie’s wedding is perfect.
With a huff, I bunch my muscles and lift onto my feet. The porch swing creaks, swinging slowly back and forth as I walk down the stairs to survey the area.
Surely, there has to be another answer, and I’m going to find it. I wince when I bite down hard on my lower lip. Ouch. Get it together, Blyth. My eyes survey the area, and it seems like the perfect time to do a bit of exploring.
“You can hide Murphy. But I’m going to find you.”
Stunning gold leaves make the most satisfying crunch as I wander the perimeter of his house. They swish behind me as I kick them up in a beautiful sea of fall glory, making my heart lighter with every step. The house is even larger than I first thought, and I turn the corner, ambling down the lengthy side of the a-frame house. Intricate mosaic tile work lines the sides, the colorful patterns bright and cheery against the dark wood. I want to pause and study them, but right now, I’m on a mission.
The back porch comes into view, complete with a pretty hammock that sways in the cool mountain breeze. Damn, this place is amazing. The trees rustle, and forest sounds surround me, bringing with them absolute calm as I gaze out over Murphy’s domain. The house is completely isolated; it’s like camping but fancy. There’s nothing but wilderness and peace. What I wouldn’t give to live somewhere like this instead of at the Lustre Lake B&B.
Not that I’ll live there forever.
Two little chipmunks run back and forth across the porch railing, gathering a line of nuts that were left out, and my heart squeezes at the idea of the big, rugged mountain man leaving a trail of treats for the cute creatures. Pushing the sudden warm, squishy feelings aside, I consider my options.
“What would send the message that you need to deal with me?” I wonder aloud. My fingers glide along the banister as I climb the three stairs up to the hammock. It’s been way too long since I’ve relaxed on one of those. The wood is sanded to perfection, impossibly smooth and satisfying. Wandering around, my gaze snags on a little empty pot by the backdoor.
Please tell me he left a key there. It would be perfect.
A zip of excitement pulses through me and I rush over, nearly tripping in my haste. The cool pot is a little rough—and empty inside. Damn. Not to be deterred, I lift it and continue my search. Of course, there isn’t anything under it either.
But I still have options.
We’re in the middle of nowhere. The door might just be unlocked…
Reaching up, I grasp the handle and give it a quick turn, holding my breath as it releases, then clicks, swinging free. The house beyond the doorway is dark and I can’t see much. Boots line the walls, and multiple jackets are hanging on hooks. It seems to be some kind of mudroom. My foot hesitates on the precipice.
Do I dare enter? Is this taking it too far?
My hand runs through my hair, pulling sharply to get a knot out of the bright blue end. I untangle it, then roll my shoulders back. I came all this way and I’m leaving with a groomsman.
With a deep breath, I push into the house and holler at the top of my lungs.
“Honey, I’m home!”
I half expect a big dog to come barreling out of nowhere or an angry mountain man with a gun, but none of that happens. The house remains quiet and still, and for the first time, I wonder if maybe my intuition is completely off.
That is, until the sound of running water hits my ears. Like a melody that cannot be ignored, I heed the rhythmic pounding until I arrive at a surprisingly immaculate bedroom. The space is decked out in all different shades of blue, from vibrant aquas to soft, floaty sky tones. It’s like the sea meeting the sky—calm and serene, like being outdoors. This man surely has an eye for art.
A loud grunt sounds from the bathroom, and without thinking first, I peer through the doorway.
Murphy stands under the stream while it pounds over him, slicking his muscular back and making him shine through the glass door. Veins pop in his arm as he washes himself, moving faster and faster. It takes me a moment to realize what’s going on, and then he lets out a sound that sends shockwaves straight to my pussy. He roars his pleasure, and my core slickens with need as white ropes of sticky cum jet onto the wall. My mouth goes dry as desire causes a flush to overtake my body. And true to my lack of impulse control, the words just spew from me.
“Good show, Sailor.”
Murphy turns my way, his eyes narrowing and filling with anger.
Shit.
Chapter Four
Murphy
“Good show, Sailor.”
The raspy voice, combined with the cold water, startles me, and I whirl toward the sound with my rapidly softening cock still in hand.
“What the fuck?” I snarl, not bothering to correct her. I’ve never been a Sailor; I’m Air Force through and through, but that’s not the reason for the irritation lancing through me. Snatching the towel off the rack, I sling it over my waist, throwing her a murderous glare.
Who the hell does she think she is?
“Did you break into my home?” I’m honestly shocked that anyone would do something like that—people here in Sweetheart Falls respect each other’s privacy. Even an open door isn’t an invitation, and I know I didn’t leave any doors open.
“No, the dog invited me in,” she replies with amusement, dancing on her lips.
“I don’t have a damn dog.”
“Oopsie.” She giggles. “You left your door open, and I was worried about you?”
The little brat widens her eyes, playing at an innocence that is all kinds of bullshit, and it fans the flames of my rage and desire. The need to throttle her pulses through me, but I rein it in. She’s not a threat to me physically—mentally is something else—but I can get a hold of my instincts.
“Nope. Try again. I know all my doors were closed.”
She shrugs. “Open, unlocked. Same difference. You practically asked for it.”
The odd little beauty backs out of the doorway, and I follow in pursuit—unsure whether I’m going to kick her out or kiss her. Blyth tucks her strange blue-tipped hair behind her ear, allowing the several tiny earrings to shine against her soft skin. Then she plops down unceremoniously on my bed and rumples the perfectly smooth, tucked comforter I made with military precision this morning.
“If you’re gonna muss up my bed, you best spread those legs and give me a good time.” My cock takes notice, twitching and coming back to life when she mock-gasps at my dirty words.
“I’m not here for that,” she replies, crossing her arms under her chest. The movement pushes her breasts up until her cleavage threatens to spill out of her top.
Do it. I beg the thin material as all the thoughts in my brain melt into slush.
“My eyes are up here, buddy,” she huffs, but I don’t stop gawking at the perfect mounds before me. All my blood rushes to my cock, causing it to stiffen and rise, jutting through the opening of the towel.
This time, her gasp is real, and my eyes fly to her face to see her gaze cloud over with lust. Blyth’s little pink tongue darts out to wet her lips, and her thighs press together hard. Electricity zips between us, pulsing in the air in a way I’ve never experienced before.
Without rhyme or reason, I’m drawn forward by the desire to touch her skin, lick between her smooth breasts. Her breathing picks up as I get closer, and her pulse flutters tantalizingly in her neck. I get so close that I can breathe in her shampoo, a soft floral scent that makes me bite my tongue to keep in the moan that wants to escape.
“It’s not your eyes I want Trouble. Now open that mouth wide for me.” Although she’s clearly interested, my dirty demand brings back her sass and her lips flatten with a hiss. I hadn’t really thought she would blow me right here, but it was worth a shot. With a chuckle, I back away and snag a pair of grey sweatpants from my drawer.
“Damn. You think you’re special, don’t you?” she asks with a snort. But I’m not rising to the bait.
“Why the hell are you here, Trouble? I already told Tilly and Drew I wouldn’t be able to make it to their wedding. So, there’s no reason for this unpleasant visit.”
Although I like how she fills out a top, I’m not interested in having a woman. I’m not looking to complicate my life, so she needs to leave now before I do something stupid like kiss those rosy lips.
I figure the best way to get her out of my bedroom is to leave, so I wander down the hallway, heading for the front door. Without bothering to put on shoes or a shirt, I open it, barely feeling the chill with how heated my blood is.
As predicted, she trails after me like a lost puppy, walking right out of my sanctuary and back onto the porch.
“Well, you may have told them. But you being there really means a lot. And Tilly and Drew are always there, taking care of everyone. It’s important their day be perfect—and I’m here to make sure you come,” she blathers on, and I wonder why they can’t just leave well enough alone. Yeah, at one time, Drew and I were tight. Hell, the man saved my life. But he’s happy with a woman who loves him. It shouldn’t matter if I’m there or not.
“Look. I’m not sure why you all can’t let this go, but I don’t fly; I hate weddings, and I’m not interested in being there. Now it’s time for you to leave. I don’t care what you do, but do it elsewhere.” With finality, I slam the door in her face.
Her eyes bulge with rage, and she stomps her foot before whirling around, jumping down the steps, and taking off toward the back.
Damnit. Not again.
My legs eat up the length of my house as I head for the backdoor. The slapping of my feet echoes in the quiet, but fortunately, I have less space to cover and reach it before she’s even rounded the corner. I fly through the mudroom to find the door swinging in the breeze. Of course, she left it open.
Leaning on the doorframe, I smirk as she runs up, panting hard. Her face is flushed from the exertion, her cheeks rosy from the fall chill. The sun is setting behind her, giving Blyth an unearthly glow. The pretty oranges and pinks light her just right. Her hair is wild, just like the woman. A force to be reckoned with—and not for the first time, I wonder if she could be mine to tame.
No. She’s only here for one thing.
“Wrong way, Trouble. Get back in your car and get off my mountain.”
“You can’t make me, Murphy,” she declares, full of fire and stubbornness. “You should just give in now. I always get my way.”
“Good luck with that, sweetheart,” I smirk and slam another door in her face with a satisfying thud, making sure the lock is engaged this time. Curious, I head to my studio window and slide it open just a fraction so I can hear her muttering as she heads back to the front.
“Infernal. Insufferable. Impossible man,” she complains, talking to herself. “Think you’re getting away from me. Not a damn chance.”
The sound of her voice becomes muted as she heads toward the front, and I shimmy the window closed and engage the lock. I wouldn’t put it past her to try breaking and entering through a window, and my art studio is strictly off-limits.
Like a stalker, I slink through my house toward the vast glass windows, intent on watching her leave. My heart feels light, and for the first time, I realize that I’m having fun. The whole situation is hysterical, but I’ll be damned if her brand of crazy doesn’t speak to me.
It won’t change the outcome, but it could still be entertaining.
I stand behind the reflective glass, prepared to watch as her taillights disappear down my road. But low and behold, Blyth has yet another surprise in store for me. She stands at the trunk of her compact sedan and begins pulling out a multitude of objects.
What the hell? Is that a…
With expert precision, she quickly erects a small tent before scooping out a sleeping bag and other necessities. Guess she came prepared.
My gut clenches at the idea of her spending a night on the ground, but I push the feelings back. She’s a grown, pain-in-the-ass, woman who can do what she wants. Of course, I could call the cops and have her taken away for trespassing. But what fun would that be?
Oh, Trouble, you’re in for it now.
Chapter Five
Blyth
The sweet sounds of birdsong wake me from a deep slumber. Between the fresh air and the excitement of tormenting Murphy, I slept like a baby last night, but waking up is a different matter. Sleep has crusted my eyes, breathing in burns due to my dry nose, and a sharp rock is attempting to carve a hole in my back.
