Luke: A West Bend Saints Romance (32 page)

“Stop,” she said.  “She’s actually going to think that.  He was crawling up my ass because I looked you up on one of the gossip sites, and I really felt bad about it.  But in my defense, I just wanted to see if anyone was talking about where you were.”   She glared at Cade.  “For research purposes only.  That’s it.”

“Was anyone talking about it?” I asked.  I was suddenly nervous.

"Well, they're talking about it now," June said.

"June," Cade's voice sounded like a warning.

"No," I said.  "I want to hear it, whatever it is."

"It's all just talk," June said.  "Stupid stuff."

"They saw Elias," I said.

"There's video of you with him at a hotel in Vegas," June said.  "Driving off in his car."

My heart sank.  I had basically pushed a giant pause button on my life, running out here, and I wasn’t ready for it to start up again.  I didn’t want reality intruding on this.

Not yet, anyway.

I wasn't even sure exactly why.  But I knew there was something about being here in this place that made me want to just stay like this for a while.  Even if I knew that was unrealistic.

"So you're going to have some people show up here," Cade said.  "Probably soon."

"When was the video posted?" I asked.

"It looked like it was this morning," June said.

"Okay," I said.  "I knew it was coming."

"A bunch of tabloid reporters and bullshit," Cade said.  "Anyone shows up, we can keep them away from the house."

I sighed.  "Thanks for the offer," I said.  "But they can be really obnoxious.  And you've got a kid."

Cade cleared his throat.  "When I said we could keep them away, it wasn't a suggestion.  That's what the hell is going to happen.  This here's not public property."

June shrugged her shoulders.  "He's real stubborn like that, River."

I nodded.  "Okay, then."

"There is one more thing..." June's voice trailed off.

Cade rolled his eyes.  "June bug," he said.  "She doesn't need to see that shit."

"I'd want to see it," June said.  "If I were her.  Just so I had all the information in case I was making any decisions."

"I'm going on the record as saying this isn't a good idea," Cade said.

"Just grab the laptop for me," June said.  After he went inside, she turned to me.  "There is something you should see.  When I searched today, it was all over the place."

Cade returned, laptop open in his hands, and gave it to June.  He shook his head.  "I'll let you be the one to decide before I throw in my two cents," he said.

June fiddled with something on the screen, then turned the screen to me.  "Here," she said.

I watched as Viper appeared on screen, sitting on a sofa in our house.  My ex-house.  He had a new guitar in his lap.  I'd smashed his old one.  "This song is dedicated to my fiancé, River.  I know you're out there listening, and I just want to say..."  I stared, numb, as I listened to him launch into song.  "Baby, I'm so lost without you here..."

When his musical apology was finished, I shut the computer and handed it back to June before I sat down.  "Huh," I said.

June and Cade shared a look, then seemed to each be studying the floor of the porch.

"Well, that was something."  I barely got the words out before I was overcome by a fit of giggles.

Cade and June didn't say anything, just stared at me, and I paused long enough to say,  "I can't believe I was going to marry that fucking douchebag."

Cade grinned.  "See, June bug?" he asked.  "I knew she wasn't going to fall for that bullshit.  That was a stupid ass song, too.  Shit, the part about the hole in his heart?"  He screwed up his face in disgust.  "I don't even have words for it."

"She still needed to see it," June said, smiling.  "It was really bad, though.  The part where he said he could see into your soul and he knew your soul wanted to be with his?"

I howled with laughter.  "That's embarrassing."

"For
him
," June said.

"For me, too.  What was I thinking?" I asked, more to myself than to them.  "I was going to actually marry that guy."

Cade grimaced.  "Screwing your sister aside," he said, shaking his head.  "Any guy who writes a song that lame should just be taken out and shot."

"He's a huge star," I said, my voice soft.  I felt numb, detached from everything.  I shook my head.  "I don't know why I didn't see what a douche he was before.  Nothing's really changed.  He's always been like this."

"Sometimes it's hard to see what's right in front of your nose," Cade said.  He reached over and grabbed June's hand, and she patted it, smiling as she looked at him.

The sound of a car engine and the crunch of gravel cut through the evening air, and I saw a car pull into the driveway of the bed and breakfast.  It might have been early evening, but I could still see whose car it was, plain as day.  And who was stepping out of the car.

I heard June's voice, soft, like it was meant only for Cade.  "Speaking of seeing what's under your nose..."

***

I walked over to the bed and breakfast.  Elias had stood there for a minute on the front porch, probably thinking I was still pissed off at him and just not answering, before he noticed me coming across the lawn.

"Hey," he called.

"I didn't expect to see you here," I said.  I crossed my arms over my chest.  Even if he was looking sexy, standing there in a pair of tattered jeans and this t-shirt that made his blue eyes look even bluer, he'd still been a jackass earlier.

"I fucked up," he said.  "Snapping at you, saying it was none of your business.  I was being a shithead."

"No kidding," I said, but I felt my resolve softening.  Especially now that I knew why he'd been so touchy about his past.  I could understand that kind of thing.  "You want to come inside?"

"Nope," he said, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Okay, then," I said, taken aback.  I guess he was still being a shithead.

"Came to see if I could take you out."

"Like on a date?"

"Yep," he said.

"I don't know."  I was wary, thinking about the possibility of being noticed out in town.  "I don't think it's a good idea.  The tabloids, they've got video of you and me at the hotel in Vegas.  I'm sure they're tracking me down even as we speak."

Elias nodded.  "I already thought of that," he said.  "Come with me.  I want to show you something."

***

ELIAS

"Are you going to tell me where we're going?" River asked.

"Nope," I said.  "You'll see in just a minute."  Up ahead was the turn off, this little indentation on the side of the road that only fit two cars at any given time.  It was just us, given the fact that it was early evening.  No one else would be out here this late.

I'd been out here earlier this afternoon.

I turned off the engine, and River looked at me warily, stepping out of the car.  When I popped the trunk, she laughed nervously.  "I don't suppose you'd tell me if you had a trunk full of tarp and duct tape and stuff, would you?"  she asked.  

"Pulling over here does make me look like a serial killer, doesn't it?"  I said.

"That wasn't really an answer."

"Yeah," I said.  "Me and my fucking bum leg, we're a real good killing team."  In my head it sounded like a joke, but it came out more bitter than I intended.

River narrowed her eyes when she looked at me.  "Do people feel sorry for you when you talk like that?"  she asked.  "Seems like you get by just fine to me with that bum leg of yours." Her back was toward me as she looked around.  I watched her draw in a deep breath, her shoulders rising and falling.  "Besides, wasn't it Ted Bundy who kept a crowbar in a cast on his arm?  Lured his victims with his injury and his good looks."

"Are you saying I'm good looking?"  I picked up a headlamp and handed it to her.

"It's tacky to fish for compliments you already know are true."  She turned the lamp over in her hands.

"Put it on," I said, sliding the band on mine over my head.

"Sexy."

"You want to fall down the trail or what?"

"You're taking me hiking?" she asked.  "I was kind of thinking dinner, a nice glass of wine, but sure."

"Well, I can't exactly get rid of a body in a restaurant, can I?" I asked.  "It has to be the woods."

River narrowed her eyes and glared at me.  "Har-dee har-har."

I picked up the picnic basket from the trunk.

"Is that a picnic basket?" she asked.  "You own a picnic basket?  You don't exactly seem like the type."

"What type is that?" I asked.

"A girl."  She stuck her tongue out at me.  It was a childish gesture, but one that immediately made me smile.

"Maybe I've got a crowbar in the basket," I said.  "Ever think of that?"

"True," she said.  "You want me to carry something here?"

"Nope.  Everything else is set."

We hiked down the dirt trail, and she clutched my hand a few times when she skidded on pebbles.  I wasn't sure if this was something she'd like or not. 
Someone like her probably didn't do shit like this,
I thought.

"Hiking down here," she said.  "It's still all right with your leg?"

I had her hand in mine, from when she skidded a minute ago, and I hadn't let go.  "Yeah," I said.  "I'm not an invalid."

"Didn't think you were," she said.  "Just asking if you had one special for working out and stuff."

"Oh," I said.  Christ, I was edgy when it came to her.  Or maybe in general, I wasn't sure.  "Yeah.  I've got a running one.  It's in the trunk of the car, actually."  I paused for a beat.  "With my crowbar, you know."

She laughed.  "Well, I guess if anyone were going to take me out in the woods for a date, I guess I'm glad it's you."

Christ, as soon as she uttered the words
take me
, I was hard.  I set down the basket, and stopped and pulled her against me, her back pressed into me.  I slid my hands down her arms, pinning them at her sides, and I felt her shift against my hardness.  Goose bumps dotted her arms, and the fact that she responded to me like that drove me nuts.  She made a sound, this cross between a whimper and a moan, and it made me fucking crazy.

My face was near her neck, and I inhaled her scent, drank her in.  She turned her head to the side, and when I grazed her neck with my lips, I felt her knees buckle.

At least I could be sure she was just as turned on by me as I was by her.

But I stopped.

"Why'd you stop?" she asked, her voice breathy.

"Come on."  My hand at the small of her back, I guided her forward.  "There's this place up here around the bend.  I want to show it to you."

"Or we could stay right here for a little bit."  She pressed her ass against my hardness and moaned a little.  It was all I could do to not rip her clothes off right there.  But I had other plans for her.

"Shut your mouth and keep walking," I said.

River laughed.  "I see," she said.  "So we're playing kidnapper, then?"

"Depends," I said.  "You into that kind of thing?"  I nodded toward the clearing, just around this bend in the path.  It was this spot away from the trail, down by a small bubbling creek, the aspen trees providing a canopy over the clearing.  Even blanketed by the crisscrossing branches and the leaves, you could still see the evening sky and stars poking through.

River's back was toward me as she looked around.  "You did all this for me?"

"I didn't figure you'd want to go somewhere public," I said. 
Plus, I wanted to show you I'm not a total asshole.

I stood a few feet away from her, behind her.  She still hadn't turned around.  It was probably too much- she probably thought I was some creepy fan, coming on too strong.  Guys probably did this kind of bullshit all the time.

Not me, though.  I'd never done something like this before.  This was a first for me.

I'd come down earlier this afternoon and spread out the blanket, left some battery operated lanterns around the clearing for light.  I'd even found these battery operated string lights earlier, and draped them from the trees.  The lights bathed everything in this soft glow, and I took my headlamp off and set it on the ground, then started unpacking the basket.

I poured wine into glasses, but stood there, glasses in hand.  She still hadn't said anything.  Shit, she hadn't even turned around.  I took a sip of the wine.

"No one's ever done anything like this for me," she said.

Shit
.  I knew it was too much.  She was going to think I was some kind of obsessive stalker fan or some shit.

Then she turned around, her hand over her mouth.  "I don't know what to say, Elias."

RIVER

I couldn't believe he'd done all of this for me.  The lights strung up in the trees, the wine... he'd even set up an IPod and speakers... I heard Van Morrison's
Into the Mystic
playing softly in the background.  "No one's ever gone to this kind of trouble for me before," I said.

"Is that a good thing?"

"That no one's gone to that kind of trouble for me?"

He cocked his head to the side.  "You know what I mean."

"Shit, Elias," I said.  "All of this...it's beyond good."

He nodded and handed me a glass of wine.  "Okay, then."

Okay then.  I was beginning to realize that Elias was the kind of guy who had a lot more going on under the surface than I thought. 
Still waters,
I thought.

"So," I said, sipping from my wine glass.  "Why'd you really bring me here?"

Elias shrugged.  "I wanted to see you naked."

"You already saw me naked, if you recall," I said, my voice light. 
I
definitely remembered it.  I couldn't stop thinking about his hands on me.  "What's so special about this place?"

Elias looked away.  "I used to come here a lot," he said.  "When I was a kid.  It was kind of my place, when I had to get away.  My escape.  My house is a couple miles from here."

There was a lot left unspoken in what he said, a lot of blanks that I filled in based on what June had said about the Saints.  I assumed Elias had a lot of running away that he had to do back then.  I didn't know what to say, except that it seemed important that he had shared this place with me.  So I just said, "It's pretty."

Elias didn't say anything, just stepped forward and kissed me, hard on the lips.  His tongue found mine, and I melted into him, my body pressed against his as he kissed me hungrily.  When he pulled away from me, the way he looked at me, lust in his eyes, made me shiver.

"Take off your clothes," he said.

"What?"

"I want to see you," he said.

"I thought you brought me out here to eat," I teased.  I'd been with him last night, yet I suddenly felt nervous.

"I did," he said, winking.

I laughed.  "Dirty."

He shook his head.  "Not yet," he said.  "But I'm about to be."

His words sent a surge of arousal running through me at the anticipation of being with him.  "You first," I said.

"What?"

"Take your clothes off," I said.  "You first."

He smirked.  "Thought you'd never ask."  I watched as he pulled his shirt over his head, then tossed it to the side in the grass.  When he'd finished undressing, he stood there, stark naked, hands on his hips, grinning.

Proudly displaying his hard-on.

"Now you," he said.  "Take it off.  I want to see you buck fucking naked."

I laughed at his crudeness.  It seemed out of place here after he'd done something so sweet.  Grasping the edge of my shirt, I raised it over my head.  I tossed my shirt in the ground, and reached behind my back to unhook my bra.  All the while, I stood there, looking at Elias.  It's not like I hadn't stripped down like this before. 

But there was just something about the way that Elias looked at me that made me nervous and self-conscious and brazen and daring all at once.  He made me want to throw caution to the wind.  Hell, he
was
making me throw caution to the wind.

I wasn't sure whether that terrified or thrilled me.

But I just stood there, my chest bare, looking into his cool blue eyes, as the breeze lightly stroked my skin, the way a lover would.  I didn't look away as I unbuttoned my jeans and stepped out of them, leaving every stitch of my clothing on the ground.

"Jesus," he said.  His voice was hoarse, and he looked at me with an expression that was clouded with desire.

"What?"

"You're so fucking hot," he said.

"Classy."  I was sarcastic, but the truth was, his brusque words turned me on.  I liked the way he was rough around the edges.

"Turn around," he said.  "I want to see all of you."

A breeze rustled the trees, and my nipples hardened in the coolness of the air.  I felt like I was under some kind of spotlight.  Even after I turned around, I could feel his eyes on me.

I didn't hear him move, but I felt his touch, his palm on my shoulder.  I shivered involuntarily, a reflexive response.  "And?"  I asked.  "Do you like what you see?"

He didn't say anything.  But I felt his hands on my waist, and then one hand on my thigh, pushing my legs apart.

And then he was kneeling at my feet behind me, his head between my legs, his mouth on me.  His tongue moved down me, and I nearly lost my balance as he ran his tongue down the length of my slit.  "Shit," I said, the word little more than a whisper.

He brought his face away from my pussy, and I could feel his hot breath on me, teasing me, taunting me with every word.  "I definitely like what I see from this angle," he said, probing me with his fingers.  "And I definitely like how you taste."

My muscles clenched down around him, like they had a mind of their own.  My body definitely seemed like it had a mind of its own when it came to Elias.  Or maybe this was what it meant to have a rebound.

Either way I didn't care.  Not when Elias was doing what it was doing.  He had me so desperate, needy for him, that I would do whatever he wanted.  I wasn't used to feeling like this, my body aching, yearning to be filled.

He brought me to the edge, my breath coming in gasps as he probed me relentlessly with his fingers.  Then he stopped, and stood.  The throbbing between my legs was all I could think about.  I wanted him to keep doing what he was doing.

Facing him, I let my fingers roam over his chest, then down his abdomen, and over his ass.  His mouth came down on me, hard, and he kissed me hungrily, his tongue finding mine, probing me.  I gripped him, and ran my hand over the length of his cock.

When he let go of my mouth, he looked at me expectantly.  "Well?"  he asked.  "What about you?  Like what you feel?"

"Fishing for compliments again?" I teased.  He sure didn't need me to tell him he was hung like a horse.  Hell, with what was between his legs, he should be walking around like he owned the fucking world.

Elias reached between my legs and pulled his fingers back, slick with my wetness.  "Nah," he said.  "You obviously like what you feel."  

I dropped to my knees, the grass cool underneath me, my eyes following down the length of him as I helped him out of his jeans.  I felt his gaze on me as I ran my hand up over the side of the prosthetic.  I kept my eye contact with him, somehow aware it mattered that he understand I wasn't repulsed by any of it, by any of him.  I ran my palms over the outside of his thighs, feeling his powerful muscles flex under my touch, and then opened my mouth to take him in.