Passionate Vengeance (8 page)

Eager to comply, Abigail opened her mouth until she buried her lips into the crinkled hairs against his skin and the tip of his head bumped into the back of her throat.

“Fuck yes,” he panted, clearly lost in sensations.

Abigail bobbed her head once slowly, testing whether she could manage and finding that she enjoyed the feel of him. She breathed carefully and repeated the gesture.

Over and over she lifted and lowered her lips, laving her tongue along the thickness of his cock.

Lucas groaned, the sound almost as if he were in pain. She did it again, thrilled at the power she felt and the pleasure she could give him.

Lucas panted in earnest and she could see the trembling in his upper thighs as he struggled to retain his control. Working into a faster momentum, she really began to enjoy herself when he tilted his hips high, pressing his cock deeper down her throat. It took her a moment for her to become comfortable with his size and relax her muscles so she’d not gag. After she’d adjusted she tried to swallow down around him, humming to add a slight vibration to the sensations she could inflict upon his hardness.

“Fuck, oh yes, Abby,” he moaned eagerly. He clutched his hand at her head, dragging her lower upon him. The head of his erection started to resonate and she tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum as he reached his limits.

“I’m going to come, darling,” he panted.

Abigail lifted her eyes and saw with surprise he watched her intently, his gaze burning with intensity. She continued to bob her head, sucking him as hard as she could while stroking his shaft with her tongue in continual strokes.

“Last chance,” he whispered.

She watched when he shuddered, biting his lips to stifle his groans of release.

His shaft plunged deeper inside her throat and erupted. Splashes of seed filled her mouth and she swallowed convulsively. Sucking on him, she worked her throat and drank his seed, pleased to smell their mingled scents as he ejaculated.

When there was nothing left to swallow, Abigail was surprised to realise he was still quite hard within her. Tenderly touching him, she discovered he had wilted somewhat, but still remained partially erect.

Lucas cupped her face and drew her up and off him.

“Oh no, my naughty minx,” he whispered huskily as he guided her up onto the cot next to him. “If you keep on doing that we’re just going to have an encore exactly the same as what I just enjoyed.”

“I liked sucking you off,” she replied. Her smile was wide and warm, she was pleased with herself and feeling faintly smug.

She let Lucas press her down onto the bed and helped him to remove her bra, jeans and knickers. Lucas kissed her lips, easing his tongue inside her to taste himself.

“Mmm,” he muttered, clearly enjoying it. “I’ve been craving to taste you since I first saw your photo. If we’re going to do this then I want to give as good as I get, love.”

Ducking his head, he took her nipple into his mouth, sucking on it and causing her to arch up in pleasure. Spreading her legs wide apart as he nudged her, Abigail let Lucas settle himself between her shivering thighs. He ran his thick fingers through the slick lips of her pussy.

Finding her clit with devastating skill, he then swirled some cream around her entrance, lubricating her. Sensations beat at her with overwhelming intensity. She felt his touch as if he shot electricity over her. Her nipples, stomach, back, neck and even her toes hummed with power and need, seemingly connected as the pleasure rode her hard. Lifting herself up into Lucas’ embrace, Abby moaned wantonly.

“Please,” she begged him, needing to feel his thickness possessing her.

Lucas nipped a stinging kiss on the sensitive spot under the curve of her breast.

“Patience,” he purred.

Abigail reached her hand down to cup his heated sac, circling two fingers around the root of his shaft.

“Now, please. I need to feel you inside me. I want you to fuck me so badly, Lucas. I can’t possibly be patient.”

Groaning, Lucas lowered himself until his mouth covered her leaking pussy. He lapped at her, drinking her down. She placed the back of her hand to her mouth to stop the scream of satisfaction that threatened to escape. Riding high on need, she ached. His every action thrilled her—but still she wanted more.

Lucas thrust his tongue deeply, licking at her inner walls and filling her in an erotic mockery of what they both craved.

Stroking her nipples with the tips of his fingers, Lucas then pinched and squeezed her lightly. This served to keep her panting and wanting to beg for more. She tilted her hips up, eager for more of his touch. Lucas licked her thoroughly, suckling her clit, then returning to stroke her labia. He nipped his teeth lightly at her swollen folds.

Higher and higher he drove her, need twisting within her stomach until she felt certain she would explode. Yet the more he gave her the more she seemed able to take, soaking up his every caress like a sponge.

Abigail cried with dismay when he removed one of his hands from her breasts to grope on the floor for his pants. She heard a crinkle as he withdrew a small packet. Lucas lifted himself above her, rising like some devastatingly handsome ancient warrior, ready to plunder his conquest. Willingly, she spread herself wider open and helped guide him inside her body.

Both of them panted with need as he slid his cock into her body. Despite dripping with ardent desire, she struggled to encompass his width. Easing himself in and out, Lucas slowly brought their bodies together. Abigail lifted her hips to assist his possession of her. She cried out when he plunged deeply into her. Finally the feel of having him fill her, penetrate her to his root drove her wild with desire.

“Hush, darling,” Lucas whispered, lowering himself over her so they could press their lips together. Kissing her reverently, he remained enveloped fully within her tight passage.

“I couldn’t stop now, not even if every member of the Agency broke in through that door, but let’s not invite them just yet,” he cautioned her.

“Then give me something else to do with my mouth,” she teased.

They kissed with an intensity she could never have believed existed. Lucas rocked within her, slowly at first but soon gathering speed as they both lost all sense of control. Abby grabbed hold of his back, moving her hands against his sweat-coated skin. She dug her short nails in for purchase and when he grunted she had to loosen her grip.

Lucas lifted his hands under her thighs, opening her wider and shifted her hips so that he could plunge even deeper. Abigail tightened her inner muscles, squeezing down and around him. The extra pressure sent her over the edge. Like the detonation of a bomb blast, her orgasm rocked her. Pleasure vibrated through her pussy, her nipples and her stomach as she screamed into his mouth and he swallowed her climax.

Instantly the tighter contractions ripped his orgasm from him. Lucas came with a muffled roar, thrusting hard and fierce into her as he rode through his second, and much longer, release. Abigail’s muscles spasmed and twitched as she collapsed back against the cot bed, the thin frame shuddering threateningly from the rough treatment.

It remained steady, though Abby realised they both held themselves carefully as if awaiting the structure to fold in on itself. Lucas huffed out a few barely suppressed chuckles.

“That would have sucked if the bed had broken,” he joked. “Talk about mood ruiner. And then we would have had to somehow dispose of the frame because—well how could we have possibly explained?”

Abigail wiped the sweat from her brow and reached for her lover. He pulled his cock from her, bent to quickly kiss her lips then stood up and crossed to the tiny sink in the far corner.

Turning onto her side, Abby watched him with interest as he tidied himself. Lucas gathered a wad of paper towels and wet them before bringing them to her. Standing on shaking legs, she paused a moment to get her bearings, then carefully walked over to the basin to clean herself up. After doing the best she could, Abigail returned to their cot. Pulling on her knickers and T-shirt she dressed with care, not wanting to appear overly rumbled or as debauched as she felt. When she finished, she settled back on the cot. Lucas, wearing only his boxers, tugged her down into a spooning position.

Knowing all too soon they would have to get up, dress and get back to the mountain of paperwork, Abigail just enjoyed the tender moment they shared. Her mind wandered, then she recalled the papers, prodding her brain back into the dream. Feeling lazy and sated while the musings of Dr Harper and his poisonous words still made her feel faintly ill, something niggled urgently in the back of her head.

Frowning, she tried to bring the entire dream into focus, the fear and desperation she had felt making her shiver.

“What is it, darling?” Lucas asked, his voice filled with concern.

She shook her head but decided speaking of it might help the dream lose its sting.

“That dream I had, the one you woke me from. Something about it is pricking my memory.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Lucas insisted. “I wasn’t just placating you. I meant it. I won’t let Dr Harper hurt you. I swear.”

Abigail turned over in the slender cot. Lucas wrapped his arms around her as they shared the pillow and she held him tightly around the waist.

“I know,” she replied. She looked at him a moment, drinking in how this handsome man held her and made the world feel so much brighter. She smiled warmly at him. “I believe you, fully. That’s not it. I was thinking of the paperwork we have waiting for us, and that reminded me that in the dream Dr Harper’s desk was literally piled with papers. It struck me as not right in the dream and I almost pulled out of it then, but his ego wall—all those diplomas and certificates and accreditation whatnots—that was all right and real and dragged me back in.”

“I don’t follow.” Lucas frowned.

Abigail realised he’d genuinely listened and wanted her to explain so he could follow her train of thought.

“Something about that part of the dream is pulling on my memory, like it’s important.”

“Okay then, describe it all to me, everything you can remember. Walking through it slowly and in such detail might jog loose whatever your subconscious is telling you.”

Abigail described Harper’s desk in as much detail as she could manage. When she finished she shook her head with frustration.

“That can’t be it then,” Lucas said with seemingly infinite patience. “Describe his ego wall now.”

“Maybe I’m making too much of it,” she sighed.

Lucas stroked her hair tenderly.

“No, darling, we have as long as it takes. Now describe the ego wall for me. You said there were his diplomas?”

“Yeah, a whole slew of certificates of different courses he had completed.”

“Okay then, list those you can for me. And the other things you mentioned, his accreditations I think you said. Oh, and the certificates of thanks, too.”

Abigail frowned, a tiny frisson of energy racing through her at his words. It jogged a memory right on the tip of her tongue. Lucas leant back and she basked at having his heated gaze upon her. She remained silent, mentally clutching for the knowledge she could feel just barely out of reach.

“The certificate of thanks,” she said after some thought, afraid if she pushed it would disappear on her. “It was different from the others. All the other frames were matching, as if he’d bought them in bulk or done them all up prettily at the same time. But the certificate, that was different. A plastic frame. Older than the others, worn and faded.”

Lucas remained silent, but the air crackled with the weight of his awareness. It snapped like a living thing between them. She knew he hung on her every word but would wait until she had grasped what eluded her, instead of ploughing ahead or interrupting her train of thought.

“It read—‘With thanks to Doctor Paul Harper for his Continual Support to the Highvale Nursing Home, London’.”

Pride surged through her and she grinned, pleased she’d managed to recall the detail. Lifting her eyes to Lucas, excitement hummed over her skin. She sat up, eager.

“There can’t be too many Highvale nursing homes in London, surely?” She felt hopeful.

“I wouldn’t think so,” Lucas replied slowly. He sat and rubbed a hand through his hair.

Abby held her breath, waiting expectantly for him to tell her what utter rubbish this was. He kept silent for a brief moment, then a smile spread over his face.

“It can’t possibly hurt to look. I know this is just a dream of yours. It’s only a possibility that it stems from a real memory, but you spent time in his office. It’s crazy, undoubtedly, but it’s still something we can move on.”

“It’s not like I expect he’s out there right now, hiding out among the retired folks,” she agreed. “But it’s a connection he has no reason to suspect anyone knows about.”

Lucas nodded and drew her in for a quick kiss.

“You’re brilliant, you know that?”

Excited, they both rushed off the small bed and hastened to get dressed.

Chapter Five

“Thank you very much,” Abby said before hanging up the phone. She scrawled down the number for the Highvale Nursing Home. It was just past dawn and despite the fact she’d had almost no sleep and by rights she should be exhausted, the thrill of success sent adrenaline through her body.

“I’ve got it!” she cheered, feeling exultant and beaming at Lucas, who said a hasty “Never mind” and hung up his phone. He whooped, raced towards her and gave her an enormous kiss. Throwing her arms around him, she eagerly returned the embrace, laughing.

“Did we miss the party?” Tristan interjected.

Abigail beamed, not upset in the least they’d chosen this moment to return. Kimber’s blonde curls sprung up all around her head, clearly mussed from the few hours’ sleep they’d managed to get. She looked tired but intrigued by the obvious excitement. It was a very different atmosphere to when they’d left earlier.

“Not yet, mate,” Lucas replied eagerly. “But if you’d slept much longer you might have.”

“You got a break in the case and didn’t wake me?” Tristan said, clearly unhappy.