Hunting Lust (Orion the Hunter Part Three) (20 page)

“Do you like profiteroles, Issy?”

I nodded. 

“What was that?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Good, so do I.”

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what the cold objects were that were pressed around my nipples, inserted into my navel and finally, tucked inside my folds. 

“Hmmm, which to eat first?” he pondered before kissing me deeply.  His tongue covered in chocolate frosting and cream.  His possession and seduction of my mouth was relentless.  I could feel my heart beginning to pound as I could barely breathe for the deepness of his kiss.

Finally, when my head was whirling, he broke away.  “Oh dear, all the chocolate and cream is melting, I’m afraid.”

I felt him pick up the one in my navel and rub it around and around, spreading the stickiness in and around the dimple.  Then he pushed the profiterole into my mouth and proceeded to lick and nibble away all of the mess he’d made.

“Hmmmm. Where to now?” he growled.  I knew exactly where I wanted him to go but I thought he’d leave between my legs until last.  I jolted when his hand cupped me and squeezed.  He kept the pressure applied as the heel of his hand rubbed in circles.  I could feel the melting profiteroles disintegrating in my slit.

“Oops!  That was careless of me, wasn’t it?” he muttered.

Then he picked up both of the profiteroles on my nipples and began to trace circles around my areolas and then down between my breasts to my navel.

“One for you,” he said, as he pushed a profiterole into my mouth.  “And one for me.”

His tongue quickly made short work of his messy artwork.  Licking and lapping the cream and chocolate fondant from my breasts and my stomach.

I felt his hands between my legs before he abruptly pulled back my skin to view inside.  He licked up, collecting mushed profiterole on his tongue and then licked it across my mouth.  I opened my mouth to lick it off but his mouth came down on mine so hard.  He was all sticky sweetness.  This procedure was repeated several times as he sought to clean up the mess he’d made down there.

Eventually, when he was satisfied that all traces of fondant, pastry and cream had been eaten, I felt him crawl up my body, kissing from my inner thighs to my throat as he went. 

“Do you know, that hasn’t satisfied my hunger as I’d hoped,” he muttered against my throat as he hovered over me.

I could feel his hard cock against my thigh.  I smiled, thinking that I knew exactly what it would take to satisfy his hunger.  I blinked as I felt the blindfold slipping off my head, and acclimatised my eyes to the brightness of the room.

“Turn over; hands and knees please,” he instructed as he rolled off me.

Half an hour later, his hunger was satisfied in a most animalistic fashion – even our cries as we climaxed together sounded like howls.  A quick shower to wash away the stickiness and we were soon snuggled up under the covers. 

My eyes were just closing, when I heard him whisper, “Have you thought about what it is that I could do to permit me to worship and adore you?”

I sighed.  “Right now Lucas, I’d have to say just keep doing what you’re doing.  We’re having fun and I’m enjoying spending time with you.”

He hesitated before replying, “That’s good to know.  But if there was anything that I could do to help you to consider taking our arrangement beyond the end of the month, you must tell me.  Whatever it is, I’ll do it.”

The words were out of my mouth before I had chance to think about it.

“Take me to a BDSM club.  Let me see what possibilities there are.”

I heard him exhale deeply.  “Well, I can’t go back on my word so okay.  I’m not happy about it but I’ll take you.”

I turned my head and kissed his chest.  “Thank you,” I muttered before falling into a deep sleep.

The next morning, after some very gentle lovemaking, we met Angel and Chad for breakfast.  Lucas suggested that he and Chad rounded up the guys and then picked Angel and me up from the hotel on the way home.  I readily agreed, although I would have been even happier if I didn’t have to travel home in a confined space with Scott.  His spiteful acts and looks made me sick to my stomach. 

Being left with Angel gave us chance to catch up properly.

“Either Scott isn’t the person that we thought he was, or he is having some kind of crisis,” she said, sagely.

“I would love to know what has triggered his change in behaviour.  He is acting so out of character this weekend.”

Angel looked as though she was having second thoughts about saying something so I raised an eyebrow and looked at her pointedly.

“What is it, Angel?  Just spit it out.”

She sighed and pursed her lips.  “Chad is really worried that Scott will ruin the great chance that Lucas has given the band.  It’s obvious that Scott has some kind of problem with Lucas and now, he’s just … well, he’s not Scott anymore.  I have to agree with Chad’s concerns.  Scott seems to be so unpredictable at the moment that worries me.  At best, I think he’s capable of forcing Lucas to drop them and wasting the chance he’s given them.  At worst, he could end up doing irreversible damage to the band, perhaps even tearing it apart.”

I looked at her huge, light blue eyes in her pale elfin face; they were full of trepidation.  I grasped her hand and squeezed.  “Then it’s up to the rest of us to make sure that doesn’t happen.  I’ll try to do damage limitation with Lucas, you and the guys work on Scott.  He’s put too much work into the band to ruin it now.  Hell, he’s written half their stuff.  But we won’t allow the band to go under because of him.  If he won’t be helped, then the band will have to find another drummer.”

I saw the determined set of her jaw, then she squared her shoulders.  “Do you know what? You’re absolutely right.  The band is bigger than Scott and he needs to realize that.  The next festival gig is only a fortnight away, then the tour starts a few days later.  If they need to replace him, it needs to be done now or they’ll be in real trouble.  I’m going to speak to the boys on the way home and get this sorted.”

I laughed at my timid friend’s bold attitude.  “Go you!” 

She just stuck her tongue out playfully and ignored me.

The journey home was pretty uneventful.  Scott stayed in his bunk thankfully which gave the others chance to discuss the situation at Angel’s insistence.  I had intended for Lucas and I to stay out of it but Ethan wanted Lucas’ opinion.  They agreed to give Scott a couple of days to sort himself out and then they would have a meeting before Tuesday evening’s rehearsal/performance at Lucas’ club to see what he had to say.  Chad was given the unenviable task of informing Scott of the state of affairs when they got home.

We were home by mid afternoon so I went back to the apartment with Angel.  However, I agreed to meet Lucas for dinner and, at his insistence, to stay the night at his apartment.  As Angel and I entered the lobby, James held the door open for us and beamed.  “Hello ladies.  Did you have fun?  Will we be seeing more of you and your glamorous lifestyles?” He grinned. 

I laughed. “Oh James, you charmer.  I wish I did have a glamorous lifestyle.”

“Well, I call if glamorous if your face is splashed all over the society press!” He chuckled.

“What?” I said in perfect unison with Angel.

His eyes crinkled at the corners.  “You haven’t seen it, have you?”

“Seen what?” Angel demanded.

“Miss Prince and her beau, snapped leaving The Four Seasons no less.  They are dying to know who you are, missy.  They found out who your boyfriend is,” he said.  “And that he’s very well to do.  One of New York City’s most eligible bachelors, they called him.”

“Where was this?” I snapped.

“In one of the gossip magazines.  My wife left hers open on the coffee table.  I couldn’t believe it when I saw your face staring up at me.”

“I’ll go.  You get upstairs,” said Angel as she turned around and headed back out onto the street.

I picked up our bags and headed up to our apartment in the elevator.  My mind was reeling.  Should I call Lucas and warn him?  I was sure that he would be pissed, even though he’d playfully kissed me in front of the camera.  I knew that he’d only done it because he thought he wouldn’t be recognised.  I resisted the temptation to open a bottle of wine and instead brewed a fresh pot of coffee. 

Angel came bursting through the door not long after I’d made the coffee.  Her face was flushed and her eyes like saucers.  She thrust a magazine at me, opened to a particular page.  I took it and scanned the pages.  There, right in the centre, were photographs of me with Lucas.  One of them was the first one that the photographer took as we walked from the restaurant to the car, taking us completely unaware.  The other was one of Lucas kissing me passionately.  I felt my heart thumping in my chest. 

I read the caption underneath. ‘It seems that some lucky lady has landed one of NYC’s most well kept secrets.  We can confirm this gorgeous gentleman is one of our most eligible bachelors.  Property billionaire and owner of the Orion Building, Lucas Hunter, was seen leaving The Four Seasons with this beautiful young lady last week.  Where has he been hiding?  Is it serious?  Is he off the market?  Well, that’s exactly what we plan to find out.  They certainly don’t come hotter than him!’

I sank onto one of the bar stools, speechless for once. 

Angel came to sit on the other.  “Do you know how delighted my mother would be if that was me in that photograph?”  She giggled.

I tried to smile but I was too distracted, wondering how Lucas would take this invasion of his privacy. 

She tried again.  “Oh come on, Issy.  It’s just a couple of photographs.  I don’t want to burst your bubble or anything but they don’t even know who you are.  They’ll forget all about you in no time.”

I shook my head.  “It’s not me that I’m worried about.  Do you remember how we Googled Lucas and there was nothing?  Not one image?  Well, that’s just the way he likes it.  I’m the one who pressurised him to socialize.  That’s the only reason we were at The Four Seasons.  He’s going to go ballistic and it’s all my fault.”

“Awww, honey,” she said, throwing her arms around me.  “It’s not your fault.  I’m sure Lucas will understand.”

“I hope so,” I muttered, but I wasn’t convinced.

There was no food at all in the fridge because of our weekend away so we ordered in a pizza.  We ate and then I went and sorted out my weekend bag and getting my things ready to stay with Lucas.  When he called to ask if I was ready, I decided not to tell him over the phone.  I asked if he’d pick me up, and in any case, I realized that I couldn’t get up to Lucas’ apartment without him.  I didn’t have access to his personal elevator.  He said that he was just finishing something up and agreed to pick me up half an hour later. I called down and asked James to send him straight up when he arrived.

The intercom buzzed right on time and I went to the door to let him in.  Angel kindly made herself scarce.  I closed the door behind him and took him into the living room.  He looked so relaxed and happy – the festival had done him good.  Given him time to act like a young guy and not a stuffy business tycoon.  And now I was going to ruin it.

“You’d better sit down,” I said stiffly.

He frowned and cocked his head to one side but he sat.

I picked up the magazine and took it over to him.  “I think you’d better see this.”

“Hmm?  What would I want with- … oh, I see.”

I waited, holding my breath and hoping that he wouldn’t take it too badly.  I knew it would put paid to any more socializing with him.

To my amazement, he began to chuckle.  Then he looked me in the eye and said, “Damn.  Don’t we make a sexy looking couple?”