Sexy Summers (Sexy Series) (2 page)

Shit. This is not helping.
I squirm into my seat, wishing I'd stop thinking about sex. I'm so horny. I think it must be something to do with pregnancy; I've needed sex before, but now I can literally feel a clenching inside whenever I think about it.

Luke was convinced that he hadn't come inside me -  in fact, so was I (I won't go into detail... but it was kind of obvious), so I never once thought that I'd get pregnant. I had no clue at all, until I missed my period when we got back. Even then I just put it down to my emotional breakdown, I didn't think that the breakdown might have been to do with missing my period. But anyway, turns out you
can
get pregnant that way, and I did. The perfect situation when you live five thousand miles from the womanising father of your child. God, I could really use a cup of tea right now.

~~~~~~~

The rest of the flight was spent quite the same; subconsciously stroking my belly, reminiscing about the animalistic sex with Luke.
Sex... spending the day in bed that time... well, in bed, in kitchen, on floor, in den, on stairs... oh yes, that was a good day.

"Are you coming Tilly?" Bea asks, "They're calling the flight now," she adds, pointing to the screen at Chicago O'Hare Airport, where we're catching the onward flight to Aspen. Thank god this is only a short flight, as soon as we get there, I'm going to bed. Oh... maybe I should talk to Luke first.
Oh shit...
The nerves make a comeback and my stomach tangles as I follow the rest of the party towards the plane.

~~~~~~~

Approximately three hours later, cars are awaiting our arrival outside in the snow. It's absolutely beautiful, it's dark, but the snow sparkles, the mountains surrounding the airport glowing electric blue in the moonlight. Clare, Oliver and I say our goodbyes to Bea, Daniel, Emily and Edward, and climb into one of the limos.

Trust Daniel to arrange special transport like this; he's so lovely. Bea and Daniel are staying at their house with her parents, and the three of us are heading off to Daniel's sister's house. I don't think she is staying there with us; Daniel said the housekeeper will let us in, but it's nice of her to let us use her house, considering she doesn't know us.

I'm falling asleep in the limo, it must be about four in the morning at home. Why, oh why didn't I sleep on the plane? At least I'm on my way to a bed, Daniel's plan to head straight to the houses and meet up in the morning was perfect, I don't think I'd have been able to keep my eyes open if I had to meet up with everyone tonight. Telling Luke will have to wait until tomorrow. And I'm totally okay with that.

The journey only takes about fifteen minutes, so we're soon pulling up to the most amazing wood and stone built house, surrounded by snow covered pine trees. Steps lead the way up to the glass front door and first floor verandah. The three of us stare at it, it's incredibly beautiful.

"Fuck me," I say, "it's bloody massive!"

"Wow, I wonder what it's like inside," Clare says, somewhat awed.

"Let's go and find out! Bagsie the biggest bedroom!" Oliver says as he opens his door and legs it up the steps. Clare and I make a dash for it to catch up with him, trying to grab the best bedroom first. On my way up the snowy steps, I slip slightly; my hand instinctively holding my tummy, while the other grabs the handrail, reminding me just how precious and fragile this little Wriggler is. It's so unlike me not to have a laugh with the others, but I'm not risking anything.

I slow to a walk and wait by the front door for the driver to drop off the cases, introducing myself to the housekeeper. It's a good excuse as to why I'm not running around the house like a lunatic, so I show him indoors and ask him to leave the bags nearby. Clare returns a while after, laughing, and out of breath, telling me what room I'm left with. I honestly couldn't care less, as long as there's a bed that I can pass out in - I'm happy.

I say goodnight and make my way to the room that Clare directed me to and fall down on the bed. The room is fantastic, the huge window looks out to gorgeous snowy trees, night-lights accentuating the stunning surroundings. I pull the huge Abercrombie and Fitch t-shirt I once stole from Oliver from my suitcase, and change into it, pulling on a pair of fluffy ski socks before tucking myself into the cosy bed.

If Bea could see me now, she'd slap me to kingdom come, girls just shouldn't wear 'frumpy' to bed according to her; silk and lace, all the way. I have countless pretty nighties and silk pyjamas at home that she bought me as gifts before trying to throw away my baggy t-shirts and shorts. She never did find this one.  

The bed is so deliciously comfortable, I nod off almost immediately. Thank god.

CHAPTER TWO

THURSDAY 20TH DECEMBER

Oh my god, I'm never going to be able to afford to bring up a child on my own. Where am I going to live? Clare's not going to want a baby around the place...
Oh here we go again.
These questions always seem to keep me awake after I stir in the middle of the night needing a wee.

I had hoped, as I stayed up until like, five in the morning UK time, that this wouldn't happen. I check the time again, three fourteen am local time; ten fourteen at home. So I have had a good five hours or so, but I could really do with more.

I roll over and close my eyes, hoping to drift off again, but I feel like I've had about twenty espressos; wide a-fuckin-wake.
Sod this.
I clamber out of bed and contemplate rifling through my case to find a jumper but I can't be bothered, and it's really quite warm anyway, they definitely know how to insulate houses here. It only needs to blow a cool breeze at home for the house to feel like a flipping freezer.

I plod down the stairs having a good look around me as I go. It's absolutely gorgeous; thick, rustic, wooden banister rails and balustrades, cream walls and giant, undressed windows everywhere. As I get around the corner on the large staircase, I see the huge open plan lounge ahead of me, so beautifully decorated, the burning fire adding to the cosy ambiance.
Is it safe to leave a fire on overnight?

I make my way across the room towards the kitchen at the back, around the corner. The huge windows showcase the beautiful dark sky contrasting the brilliant snow. It's a winter haven, and I love that I'm up, appreciating this, all on my own. Well, with Wriggler of course.

I find the kettle on the far counter and flick the switch while I search cupboards for mugs and tea bags. When I find what I need, I lean against the counter, facing the increasingly noisy kettle and close my eyes, wondering how on earth I'm going to tell him. Do I just pull him aside and say, 'by the way...'? Do I ask him to dinner and do it in a public place so he can't go too crazy? Do I shag him one last time and tell him afterwards?
Oh Tilly, shut the fuck up. You are not shagging him again. Well, not unless you've told him and he still wants to shag you... which he won't, so forget it.

I lift my head and let out a long, loud sigh of resignation, when a deep, familiar voice purrs in my ear, making me jump from here to next Thursday. "I'm going to fuck you right here, baby, right now, and you're gonna love it."
What the fuck?
Before I can make my body react and turn, his warm hand skims under my nightshirt, gliding up my thigh to caress me. Goosebumps spread rapidly on my skin as he slowly moves to stroke my clit. Hot lips caress the side of my neck and I let out a loud, desperate moan.

I know who it is, of course I do, I know his touch, I know his smell, his words repeated from the first time we ever did it. He presses up against me and continues to touch me, licking and kissing my neck, slowly making his way up to my ear. My eyes close, my breathing erratic, I so need this.

His breath heavy in my ear, I can feel his heartbeat pulsating through his chest onto my back as he moves his fingers from my swollen clitoris to my thigh. Grabbing it, he raises my knee onto the counter top, almost lifting me off the floor, and immediately, forcefully sinks inside me. "Fuck!" I cry, it's so unexpected, but so good - so incredibly, amazingly, fucking good.

"Oh, fuck, yeah..." I moan loudly as he pounds into me against the kitchen counter. I push away from the surface a little with my hands, enabling him to move deeper, but also protecting my belly from the harsh corner of the work top.

He licks my neck from my collar bone to just below my ear and whispers, "You're so fucking tight, you need this, don't you? You need me..." and it turns me on so much. He remembered, I love it when he talks like that.

"Oh, yes," I cry again, reaching behind me to cling onto his neck, I don't want him to move away, I want his face pressed against me, breathing, grunting, licking...

He moves fast, pounding into me, pushing deeper with each thrust and I'm going to come any second now. "You missed my cock, baby?"

"Oh god, Luke, I'm going to come..."

"Come on, baby, come hard," he growls and puts his fingers back down there, lightly flicking from side to side. I immediate explode, crying out, pulling his neck down to my face and sinking my teeth into his flesh. The fierce spasms shooting through me don't stop, and my wailing continues as I hear and feel him join me, with a short, sharp thrust. The intensity is so much more than I have ever felt before, it's so much stronger, completely taking over.
Wow, wow, fucking wow! Oh my god, if pregnancy is the reason for this, I'm going to have another one.

Luke wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me back off the counter and onto my feet in front of him. I remain facing the other way and look down, panting, remembering that I really wasn't supposed to do that. He runs both hands down my sides and forwards, towards my belly and I spin around before he feels it. I look up at his smiling face.
Oh Jesus, he is so much hotter than I remember, and I remember him being the hottest fucking man on the planet.

"Hey," he says, his voice raw and sexy, "good to see you. You want me to make you tea?"
Oh, how sweet is that? No, Tilly! Stop that.

"No. No, thank you. I can make my own. Are you having one?" I straighten up, moving away from him. That was
so
not supposed to happen.
Shit. Maybe I should tell him now...

"Yes, please, sweet-cheeks." And there's that gorgeous dimpled smile again, he needs to stop with that sexy, cheeky thing he does. He sits at the island in the centre of the kitchen and watches me.

"No problem," I say, busying myself with the mugs and kettle,
he's so god damn good looking.

I put the used tea bags in the convenient countertop bin and turn to hand Luke his cup. I'm not hanging around, I can't like him, we're not having a holiday fling again. Besides, I won't be able to tell him if we start getting all fun-and-frolics-and-sex-in-wild-places, again.

"Aren't you going to sit down?" he asks.

"Uh uh," I say, shaking my head. "I
ought to get back to bed, try to sleep."

"Oh. Sure," he says, looking a little disappointed, I think. "Won't you at least tell me that that was fun, like always?"

I smile, I did always say that after we had sex, but at the time, nothing was happening - no deep feelings, no seriousness, no... babies. "Yes, that was fun, Luke. Really fun. How did you even know I was down here? Why are you here, anyway? I had no idea."
Or I'd have had a lot more trouble getting to sleep.

"Well, the plan was for Dan, Bea and her folks to stay together, Dan's mom and dad and Alexia together, and your two friends, you and I together, in this house. I think they put all of us together because they thought we might be more raucous or something. I heard someone coming downstairs and thought I'd check it out, I followed you down here - watched you for a bit. I wanted to help you find everything but I couldn't take my eyes off of you, you look freakin' hot in those socks, damn..."

Oh don't start or I'm going to rip your trousers off.
Great, so I'm living with him for two weeks. I am going to have to work damn hard to stay away.  "Oh right, okay. Out of interest, Luke,"
because it really doesn't matter,
"did you just use a condom?"

"Sure I did, always have, always will, baby. Well, except that one time in the pool, and that was a one off. So don't panic, you're safe, no kids or diseases to worry about," he says with a chuckle. Hmm, that's what you think, Summers.
Tell him, tell him, fucking tell him now, it's an open opportunity, Tilly, do it!

"So, can I come with you?" he interrupts my thoughts.

"Huh?"

"You said you're going back to bed, can I come?"
Oh, why are you making this so hard, you sexy motherfucker?

"Er... Luke, I don't know... look..."

"Hey, it's cool, hot-lips. You wanna sleep? Go get some sleep. I can save fucking you even harder until the morning."

I laugh out loud, this is what I remember from LA, this naughty, frisky, cheeky fun that seemed to go everywhere with us.  I let myself forget about Wriggler for a minute, and say exactly what I want. "Come on then, bad-boy, let's do this." I know I shouldn't, but
Christ
, he's just so hot, and I'm just
so
horny.

"Hell, yeah!" he says with a wink as he steps down from his stool and follows me towards the stairs, holding his tea.

"So were you here when we arrived?" I ask, stepping up the gorgeous stair case.

"No, I was at Danny's, I thought you'd all be going there, and I wanted to say hi to him, I haven't seen him for a while."

"Oh, okay," I reply as I get to my room and open the door,
shit, what am I doing? Sex should not be on the agenda. Again.

I put my tea down on the bedside table and plonk myself on the messy bed, crossing my legs underneath me, leaning back against the soft, tall headboard. Luke stands against the wall and crosses his ankles, watching me.

"So, do you miss him? Daniel?" I ask.

"Sure I do, he's my best bud, but I know he's happier in London with Bea, and I still get to catch up with him when they come to LA every few weeks. I'd like to come to London soon, they've invited me countless times. Would that... uh..." he pauses.

"Would that what?" I ask.

"Would that bother you? I kinda wanted to join Daniel back when he first flew over, but I didn't want you to feel... you know, uncomfortable. We left things a little weird. You said you weren't interested in seeing me again."

Oh god. I don't want to get into this. Can't we just have sex?
"Luke, you can do what you like, if you want to come to London, come to London. I'm sure you'd love it."

"And the not seeing me again thing?"

"We were holiday fuck buddies, you're a fun-loving playboy, I was the female equivalent - why would we make plans to see each other again?"

"Was? So, what, you're not anymore?"

Oh, this is not going how I thought it would.
"Never mind. Look, don't let me stop you from coming to London to see Daniel, I shouldn't even be a consideration in that decision. Do whatever you like. Would you make a big deal about not seeing one of your other women?"

"No. But we did more than I do with other women."

I don't even know what that means, and I'm not going to try to understand.
Get out of this one, Til, don't get into emotional bullshit. You're not going to fall for this player again. Sex, that's the way to do it.
"I liked what we did," I rise onto my knees, my legs apart, "want to do it again?"

"There's that naughty girl I remember," he says, putting his cup down on a chest of drawers and striding towards me like an animal that's found its prey.
Thank god, a distraction.
"You look fucking hot like that."

"Yeah? Looking pretty hot yourself, Lukey" I say, taking a long slow look up and down his thoroughly toned, huge, muscular body. His white t-shirt clings - but not too tightly - to his torso, highlighting the dips and curves of his muscles. His arms, those enormous, strong arms that can pick me up and throw me about like I weigh no more than a feather. The muscles flex as his hands clench in anticipation. His huge erection is prominent through his low-slung baggy pyjama bottoms... or lounge pants... or whatever it was he called them in LA. He's more than ready, and so am I.

He stands at the side of the bed and I crawl to meet him there. I grin, salaciously, before running my fingers under his t-shirt and up his chest. "So, you think socks are sexy?" I ask, grinning.

"On you they are, on your hot little legs, when you've got nothing but a t-shirt on. By the way, you really shouldn't walk around a strange house with no underwear on..."

"No? You didn't like it?" I ask, lifting his t-shirt up his abs. He helps, pulling it up and over his head and as he's pre-occupied with that, I sit on my bum, my legs either side of his body and yank his trousers down, grabbing his cock in my hands and immediately bending to take the tip into my mouth.

"Oh, Jesus, fuck..." he says, making me giggle around him.

"Mmm..." I moan as I move my tongue around him and pull back to say exactly what comes to mind, "I love the way you taste." I do love it, I missed it, he has the best tasting cock in the universe.

"Taste me, baby, suck me dry." And that is the sort of talk that brings me to orgasm without even a touch.

Thoroughly turned on, I open my mouth and take as much of him as I possibly can, he's so hard, I can't help but groan and moan as I plunge him deeper into my mouth, sucking relentlessly. My tongue ripples slowly over the tip every time I pull back, and then I sink him further and suck hard, over and over again, my hand pumping in rhythm.

"Your fucking mouth is amazing, Jesus Christ you know what you're doing. Baby, I'm going to come so freaking hard..."

I yelp, desperately needing him to come, I need his pleasure, I want to hear it, feel it, remember it. I shouldn't be doing this, I shouldn't be confusing my fucked up emotions... but it's just. So. Good.