bouncer manufacture terror so that
Alyssa felt it necessary to be closer to him? He was shifty enough, but after
tonight‟s display at the club, Luc couldn‟t see why he‟d have to. Tyler could
touch her any way, anytime, he wanted.
Finally, Luc answered Deke the only way he could. “You deserve to be
happy. I‟m thrilled for you both.”
“Maybe you should . . . get tested again. It‟s been a while, right?”
Years, but nothing would change the fact he had a ridiculously low
sperm count. Enduring the humiliation of jacking off into a plastic tube
again made no sense. “There are other ways. I‟ve read recently about a
surgery that extracts sperm. I‟m also looking into adoption. Or maybe I‟ll
find someone with small kids or . . . There are options.”
“Absolutely. All great ones.”
“I‟ll work it out. In the meantime, take care of your sweet wife and give
her my regards.”
“Will do.” Deke sounded reluctant, but he dropped the subject and
ended the call.
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As soon as Luc pocketed his phone, he swore and did his best to push
aside the turmoil brewing in his gut. He had more pressing problems now.
He should have checked the house before letting Alyssa burst in. If
someone had breached her car and her club, it seemed logical he might hit
her house next—and perhaps make the attack more personal.
Thanking God that nothing in the house looked disturbed, Luc
bounded up the stairs two at a time with a pounding heart. He reached the
landing quickly. Light spilled from her bedroom door, and he eased inside.
A rumpled bed, feminine knickknacks scattered across the dresser, a
book on the bedside table. Nothing out of place.
But a trail of clothing snagged his attention. Strewn across the
gleaming hardwood floor, her tank top, filmy white skirt, silky hose, black
garter belt, and lacy bra lay a step or two apart. Heart beating even harder,
he followed the pieces to her half-open bathroom door. A barely there
thong with a rhinestone-studded GODDESS hung from the knob. Luc
leaned to the right and saw inside.
And lost his ability to breathe.
Alyssa had pinned her hair atop her head in a haphazard twist and
filled her jetted tub with bubbles. She leaned back and sensuously soaped
her gleaming skin with a pink loofah. Closing her eyes, she sighed.
Instantly, he got hard enough to pound steel.
Luc had ascertained that she was safe and no one had broken into her
house. He knew needed to back the hell away now. But like last night when
he‟d watched her bring herself to orgasm, he couldn‟t seem to make his
feet move.
Suddenly, she lifted her sultry blue gaze to him. “Need something?”
A loaded question. Yes! In fact, he feared he‟d gone beyond wanting
her to needing her.
Luc drew in a shaky breath. No. He just needed to get laid. His sex
drive had finally reasserted itself after Kimber and Deke‟s decision to
become a couple—and exclude him. Alyssa just happened to be the first
female in a fifty-foot radius.
Except . . . if he‟d met her yesterday and she looked like she‟d be the
sort of mother he had in mind, he would have hustled her into bed and into
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a relationship as fast as he possibly could. He didn‟t just want her; he was
beginning to like her. And that made her all the more dangerous.
Nor did her pretty pink nipples, hard and bobbing on the water‟s
surface, help clear his thoughts.
“Alyssa, don‟t do this to me.” God, he barely recognized his own voice.
“Please.”
She raised a brow at him, dragged the loofah across one breast, over
her nipple, licked her lips, and let loose a little whimper. Luc staggered
back, gripping the doorknob. The silk that had rubbed against her pussy all
day filled his hand. She was everywhere, frying his brain, searing his blood.
This had train wreck written all over it, and his craving for her was about to
jump the tracks.
“Do what? You‟re in my bathroom.”
He
Alyssa felt it necessary to be closer to him? He was shifty enough, but after
tonight‟s display at the club, Luc couldn‟t see why he‟d have to. Tyler could
touch her any way, anytime, he wanted.
Finally, Luc answered Deke the only way he could. “You deserve to be
happy. I‟m thrilled for you both.”
“Maybe you should . . . get tested again. It‟s been a while, right?”
Years, but nothing would change the fact he had a ridiculously low
sperm count. Enduring the humiliation of jacking off into a plastic tube
again made no sense. “There are other ways. I‟ve read recently about a
surgery that extracts sperm. I‟m also looking into adoption. Or maybe I‟ll
find someone with small kids or . . . There are options.”
“Absolutely. All great ones.”
“I‟ll work it out. In the meantime, take care of your sweet wife and give
her my regards.”
“Will do.” Deke sounded reluctant, but he dropped the subject and
ended the call.
74
Shayla Black
As soon as Luc pocketed his phone, he swore and did his best to push
aside the turmoil brewing in his gut. He had more pressing problems now.
He should have checked the house before letting Alyssa burst in. If
someone had breached her car and her club, it seemed logical he might hit
her house next—and perhaps make the attack more personal.
Thanking God that nothing in the house looked disturbed, Luc
bounded up the stairs two at a time with a pounding heart. He reached the
landing quickly. Light spilled from her bedroom door, and he eased inside.
A rumpled bed, feminine knickknacks scattered across the dresser, a
book on the bedside table. Nothing out of place.
But a trail of clothing snagged his attention. Strewn across the
gleaming hardwood floor, her tank top, filmy white skirt, silky hose, black
garter belt, and lacy bra lay a step or two apart. Heart beating even harder,
he followed the pieces to her half-open bathroom door. A barely there
thong with a rhinestone-studded GODDESS hung from the knob. Luc
leaned to the right and saw inside.
And lost his ability to breathe.
Alyssa had pinned her hair atop her head in a haphazard twist and
filled her jetted tub with bubbles. She leaned back and sensuously soaped
her gleaming skin with a pink loofah. Closing her eyes, she sighed.
Instantly, he got hard enough to pound steel.
Luc had ascertained that she was safe and no one had broken into her
house. He knew needed to back the hell away now. But like last night when
he‟d watched her bring herself to orgasm, he couldn‟t seem to make his
feet move.
Suddenly, she lifted her sultry blue gaze to him. “Need something?”
A loaded question. Yes! In fact, he feared he‟d gone beyond wanting
her to needing her.
Luc drew in a shaky breath. No. He just needed to get laid. His sex
drive had finally reasserted itself after Kimber and Deke‟s decision to
become a couple—and exclude him. Alyssa just happened to be the first
female in a fifty-foot radius.
Except . . . if he‟d met her yesterday and she looked like she‟d be the
sort of mother he had in mind, he would have hustled her into bed and into
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a relationship as fast as he possibly could. He didn‟t just want her; he was
beginning to like her. And that made her all the more dangerous.
Nor did her pretty pink nipples, hard and bobbing on the water‟s
surface, help clear his thoughts.
“Alyssa, don‟t do this to me.” God, he barely recognized his own voice.
“Please.”
She raised a brow at him, dragged the loofah across one breast, over
her nipple, licked her lips, and let loose a little whimper. Luc staggered
back, gripping the doorknob. The silk that had rubbed against her pussy all
day filled his hand. She was everywhere, frying his brain, searing his blood.
This had train wreck written all over it, and his craving for her was about to
jump the tracks.
“Do what? You‟re in my bathroom.”
He
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