Piper didn’t know what she expected when she rang the doorbell. A co-worker, named Charlie, had told her to go speak with Lucas Grant, and then gave her the address to his place. From the description of what the man was capable of doing to help her with her problem, she certainly hadn’t expected the house to be so nice. She thought Lucas would live in a shack somewhere in a seedy neighborhood.
This house wasn’t a shack and this was no seedy neighborhood. It was a big beautiful white farmhouse with blue shutters, set out in the middle of a rolling green meadow. She was directed through large gates and drove down a long paved driveway by a guard. No other homes could be seen anywhere near the large porch. What kind of man would be behind the brightly painted blue door? Most of the house was behind tall privacy fencing.
What opened the door was a giant of a man with bulging muscles, barely concealed beneath his tight black T-shirt. His biceps looked strangled by the sleeves. His body narrowed at the waist. His blue jeans hung low on his hips and he was standing there barefooted. She let her eyes scan back up his body. His hair was short cropped, brown with a tint of blond here and there. His eyes were a beautiful green that stood out from the dark tan of his face. His lips were full and pink, his face clean-shaven. It took her a moment to catch her breath. He definitely wasn’t what she imagined him to be, she suddenly wondered why the guard and fortress of a home. He certainly looked as if he could take care of himself.
“Lucas Grant?” she inquired, her voice quivering slightly.
“Yes, and I assume your Piper Sutton.”
“Yes.” She suddenly felt very jittery. His voice was deep and smooth with a touch of a southern drawl. It was the type of voice that could melt a woman to a puddle, she felt a little uncomfortable as his eyes scanned up and down her body, much like she had done his. She wondered what he thought about her. Was she what he expected? Goose bumps spread over her body, she stiffened to keep from shivering. She never had someone’s voice, or the way they looked at her, affect her in the same way Lucas did. She wasn’t pretty enough for a man like him. Men like Lucas usually wanted tall, skinny women with big boobs and no brains. Piper never took the time to fix herself up like Pippa did, standing in front of the mirror for hours on end applying make-up and lipstick. Piper simply brushed her hair and put it in a bun before leaving the house. Today she wished she were more like Pippa.
“Perhaps you should come in and tell me just what it is you believe I can do for you, Miss Sutton.”
“Didn’t John tell you about my problem?” Her brows creased as she shook her head.
“John told me a few things, but I want to hear it from you.” He stepped back opening the door wider.
Piper stepped through the door cautiously and looked around. The house was immaculate. It almost looked like no one lived in the place on the outside. It was an older farmhouse, but someone had totally redone the whole thing. It looked like a brand new home on the inside. The entryway, and what she could see of the other rooms, were large and spacious. She jumped slightly when she heard the click of the door behind her. Lucas held his hand out, indicating that she should precede him toward what she assumed was the living room. She stopped just inside the doorway and Lucas passed her. He sat down on a black leather recliner to the far side of the room facing the couch. The man even made the big easy chair look small.
“Won’t you have a seat, Miss Sutton?” He motioned to the couch. “And tell me what it is you believe I can do for you that no one else can.”
Piper sat on the edge of the large, black leather couch facing Lucas. What he could do that no one else could was probably give her an orgasm just by speaking. He rested his elbows on the chair arms, crossing his hands before his face, and his lips resting on his thumbs as he studied her. She felt uncomfortable once again, but tried to remain still. It just wouldn’t do to be squirming in her seat.
“I’m not sure what all John told you, but I need someone to help me get my sister back. I don’t have much money, but I’m willing to make some sort of arrangements to pay you if you will help me. John says you’re very good, and if anyone could find Pippa, it would be you.”
“Did he now…and did John also tell you that I’m not a very nice guy?”
“That’s good, because I don’t need a nice guy for what I’m looking for. If I did, I wouldn’t be here.”
“You wouldn’t be here if the authorities would help you. Do you have any idea of what could happen to you by coming way out here to no man’s land and meeting with a complete stranger? A man, that some other man, told you about.”
“I’ve known John for four years now. I trust that he wouldn’t send me somewhere dangerous. Besides I’m not totally helpless.” She pulled her purse closer. What he didn’t know was that she had pepper spray and a .22 pistol in there, and she was totally capable of using both of them. What she didn’t know was how to find her sister. Once she was close enough to Yuri, she planned to kill him for taking Pippa.
“I was told that you believe your sister was kidnapped and you want me to go find her and bring her back, is that why you’re here?” He was staring at her through hard green eyes. Was this his mercenary look, or was he always a hard man? She rubbed her sweaty palms down the legs of her pants.
“Yes. Pippa has been missing for over two months now. I’ve been everywhere and no one in the government will help me. I’m at my wit's end. When I broke down at work, John gave me your name and address and told me to come see you.”
“Where do you think your sister is, and how can you be sure she was kidnapped?
“I can’t do this.” She was shaking her head, tears were gathering just behind her eyelids.
“Do what, Miss Sutton. I’ve only asked you to shower with me. Have you changed your mind about me saving your sister?”
She’d almost forgotten what she was here for. She closed her eyes and swallowed her fear. She said she would do anything to get her sister back and she meant it. It was just that the man was so big…everywhere. She didn’t have anyone to compare him to, so she didn’t know if all men were as big as him or not.
“Okay, just give me a minute.” She watched, as he grew even larger. She closed her eyes and panted for air. She felt faint coming on and knew she was hyperventilating.
“Look at me, Miss Sutton.”
She opened her eyes to see he was standing almost against her. She didn’t take her eyes off him.
“Breathe with me.”
She looked into his eyes and drew in a breath when he did and let it out as he did. She was calming down in no time at all. Something in his eyes seemed to relax her, and she didn’t realize that he was unbuttoning her shirt and slipping it off her arms until the air hit her. He slid it off her arms and let it fall to the floor. Next, he was unfastening her bra. Her nipples hardened into peaks as soon as the air hit them. He caressed them in his large warm hands. His hot breath was on her forehead, and then he placed his lips there, kissing her head then her cheek as he lowered his head. His lips brushed over hers so tenderly before urging hers to open for him.
He kissed her tenderly and deeply. Her arms moved up to go around his neck with instinct as she followed his lead. His hand caressed down her body, unfastening her jeans. He slid his hand down into her panties and pushed a finger into her, slightly.
He pulled his lips away from hers. I’m ready for my payment.”
“I don’t know what kind of payment you want from me, so stop touching me and tell me what you want.”
Lucas slid his finger free and left Piper standing there, watching. He inhaled the scent of her on his forefinger and then stuck it in his mouth to taste her as she stared at him. She knew he had to see the look of shock on her face while he sucked his finger clean of her juices.
“I can’t wait to have you under me. You taste divine. I could lick you like a lollipop all day long. I won’t stop until you cry out for mercy.”
“You’re disgusting.” She brought her hand up to slap him.
Lucas grabbed her wrist pulling her up against him. He twisted her arm behind her back as he fisted his other hand in the back of her hair, holding her immobile while his mouth and tongue plundered hers.
She knew it was useless to fight when her entire body was aching for her to surrender to him. Her breasts were pressed against his hard, sweaty chest, and she wanted more.
He released her and moved down to his knees, pulling her jeans down her legs. She lifted each leg as he instructed. Their eyes stayed locked on each other’s. She was standing before him in her little pink thong. He breathed against her cleanly shaved pussy, causing her to gasp. He pulled them down and off her, then lifted her legs over his shoulders. He touched his hot tongue to her clit and she screamed out in pleasure. Then he began to lick her, starting at her tight little hole and working his way up between her pink folds. He stopped at her clit once more and suckled on it, until she thought she’d lose her mind. He swirled his hot tongue around and around it, then moved back down to plunge his tongue inside of her.
She cried out, sinking her fingers into his hair while holding his head against her. He moved back up to her clit as his thumb circled around and around her tight little pussy, then sank it in, sucking her clit between his lips and gently nibbling on it. She gasped for breath as he teased her slick entrance with his thumb, keeping her on edge. Only this time, instead of his thumb entering her, he used his forefinger, sinking it as deeply as it would go. She screamed out her pleasure as her first climax hit her. She threw her head back against the wall. She’d never experienced anything like it before. She never knew how wonderful it could be. Why had she waited so long to be with a man? Maybe because none had asked her out, or offered to be with her before. She just wasn’t the type of woman to initiate the first move.
He put her feet back on the ground and stood before her. All she could do was stare at him. She didn’t have the words to say how she felt, but her face felt as if it were on fire as he looked down at her.
“Thank you,” she said softly.
Lucas chuckled. “You’re very welcome…believe me.”