Downing Abbey – Chapter 8

(Lucas)

It shouldn’t have been as easy as a weekend with my hot brunette to turn me into a creepy face-gazer like that powdered donut from those vampire novels. The orange rays invading from the east-facing windows lit up her serene face into a warm glow, and between that and the fact she was naked underneath the sheets except for my college tee had my mind split between thoughts of adoration and perversion.

Hickeys on her shoulders and hair all wild and disheveled from being clutched in my fist – Princess Diaries liked a tasteful amount of hair-pulling –, she looked even more perfect than usual, my personal touches adding a sense of customized well-fucked that fed my urge to dominate and claim. I brushed a few strands of displaced hair out of her mouth, and took a deep breath in my newfound place of zen.

This became my ritual, and it was the same yesterday, and the morning before that. She stole this opportunity from me the first time she was here, and I wasn’t about to let that slip away again. It was a warm June morning, and all I wanted to wrap her up in my arms and bury inside of her, but I needed to get into work today and knowing what a time freak she was, she’d probably slap me for letting her sleep this late, but she needed her sleep.

If not for the hurricane of a day she would undoubtedly have, then for the tornado of a night that she already did.

The groupings of freckles underneath her eyes were endless, and I hovered closer to her in an attempt to count.

Her eyes flickered open, and as soon our pupils locked, she yanked her face backwards and pulled the sheets up to her cheeks. My heart dropped. Maybe she considered this arrangement a weekend affair, and was about to leave me in the dust once again. Although I wasn’t exactly Mr. Emotional, I don’t think I could brush off a second ruin – the first had me spending way too much time hunched over on my couch nursing beers while browsing online forums for explanations.

‘Crap, you scared me Luke,’ she simpered, nuzzling herself into my neck.

The relief was fucking overwhelming.

‘I don’t think I’m that hideous,’ I whispered while stroking her hair. ‘All that moisturizing has to do something for me.’

‘You’re such a metro,’ she purred into my touch. ‘I love that about you.’

Aside from my love for candles, my healthy collection of organic moisturizers had been the ammunition for several emasculating comments this weekend. Apparently, those characteristics alongside my updated wardrobe and taste for fine wine was enough to categorize me as a modern metrosexual, and my impulsive refusal to accept that label only spurred on her efforts to bring me out of that closet.

I grumbled something incomprehensible and turned her chin upwards so her lips met mine, and my hands wouldn’t let go of her ass even if I wanted them to. Her lips were softer than satin, than silk, and I swear I could spend at least forever rummaging through them with my teeth and fingers.

She groped downwards, finding my cock, and hummed in appreciation as she realized he was already at full length. I released her lips and lied back with a deep grunt. Don’t ask me why, but every time she touched me there, I was left in a state of semi-paralysis.

A storm of beeping rained down, enough of a distraction for her hand to leave me, and I rolled my head backwards in discontent. In that moment I would have grabbed my Derek Jeter-signed bat and tested my swinging arm on whatever was the cause of that noise.

‘Crap,’ she said as she dismissed her phone alarm. ‘I’m due for work in half an hour.’ She whisked the blankets off of herself while I followed her every movement, eyes glued to the under-cheeks poking out of my shirt as she walked towards the bathroom.

I *needed* to find an opening.

‘Let me join you,’ I said, jumping up and unsuccessfully trying to put on my briefs, my member resisting arrest. I was halfway across the room when she put up a finger, and that was all it took for my feet to plant and ears to focus.

She pulled off the shirt slowly, and fuck, she knew exactly what she was doing to me. ‘Sorry Luke, I’m showering alone today,’ she said with a harmless bat of her eyes, and yeah, she was having fun driving me up a wall. ‘We both know that if we go together, I’ll be pressed up against your shower door and then I’ll be late for work.’ She covered her breasts with one forearm, not allowing me the simple pleasure of eye-fucking her tits, and issued a shy smile that did things to my self-control. She locked the door behind her, and that click solidified that coffee with a side of blue balls were the only items on the menu this morning.

Grinding my teeth together, I fell backwards onto my bed, and pressed a pillow into my face, mentally preparing myself for the work week. It was time to face reality again, and the way my cock has been spoiled dirty this weekend, reality was a cold bitch I wasn’t ready to face yet.

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Working with my siblings resulted in blurred boundaries between personal and professional, and that meant keeping tabs on what everyone was doing was as easy as drinking soup with chopsticks. A year ago, Jillian enforced, to a roomful of groans and sighs, that we meet Monday mornings to review the week behind us, and prepare ourselves for the week ahead. At first, it was barely more than a few grunts from the men while Jillian tried to run the show but after she convinced Chris to lead, his natural affinity for that position converged the rest of us to follow. Though it meant we all had to be in the office by eight, it drastically streamlined our cases by increasing cooperation among the four of us.

‘Nice of you to show up,’ Chris said with a seething look as I entered the room twenty minutes late. I would have been prompt, but after Abigail realized she wasn’t due for an extra hour – there was some major phone calendar rearranging – we picked things up where we left off.

She wasn’t worried about ruining her lipstick and I wasn’t about to refuse an invitation for some morning oral, and considering she begged – fucking *begged* – for me to blow my seed down her throat, there was zero regret in the decision to delay.

I might have also made it if I didn’t return the favor immediately afterwards.

‘Hey everyone, I know your time is valuable and I apologize,’ I said cheerfully as I took my seat beside Jacob. ‘Where are we?’

The three of them exchanged measured glances with one another before leveling me with their untrusting looks.

‘You feeling okay Luke?’ Jillian inquired with genuine concern shown in her furrowed brows. Okay was an understatement. I felt jolly, content, fucking over the top. Better than the time I won a six-figure settlement for a construction worker fucked over by faulty company equipment. Better than when I found justice for a family mourning their passed son in the form of sending the assailant to a life in federal prison. The happiness was so light and heavy all at the same time, and it was all for Abigail and myself to explore.

‘Yeah I’m great,’ I announced a little too loudly, and even I could see how much differently I was acting. But knowing something didn’t mean I could stop it. And it was going to take a lot more than unusual gazes from my three nosy siblings to dissipate this elation.

‘Okay, either you met a woman or Garrett had a fatal aneurysm and you’re the one the hospital called,’ Jillian said firmly. ‘Which is it?’ As much as I would have liked the latter, I was fine knowing my father was alive and kicking if I could be inside Abigail all night.

‘It’s a woman,’ Jacob grinned at me. ‘He smells like perfume and that hair has been pulled by small hands,’ he said as he tapped my head with his pen, invoking me to jerk my neck back.

Other than being a relentless chaser of high-profile cases, Jacob was the biggest womanizer I knew. He was the most well known of the four of us, and had the three shelves of awards to back it up. Consequently, he was invited to all the VIP strip clubs and bars in the city, and regularly drowned himself in hard alcohol and easy women. According to him, love was in the same category as Santa or the Easter Bunny – things people made up to feel better about the world.

‘Is that true?’ Jillian asked with an upturned brow. Between my siblings, Jillian would be the hardest to lie to. She would be genuinely concerned instead of just looking for more avenues to bust my balls, but knowing her lack of boundaries and the affinity to rush that runs in the Brimstone blood, she’d start recommending carat sizes or baby names and I didn’t need that in my head right now.

Or another reason to scare Abigail away.

‘Why are we talking about this? We’re already late because douchebag here was too busy getting his dick wet,’ Chris chided.

‘It’s so a woman, look at the way his cheeks are reddening and how straight that tie is,’ Jacob quipped.

‘Why are you being so hesitant to tell us?’ Jillian inquired.

‘I think this might be serious, he’s really trying to protect her from us. It means he’s going to see her again!’ Jacob exclaimed.

‘Shut up, not everyone’s a hyena like you,’ I defended.

‘Seriously, can we start the fucking meeting now?’ Chris argued.

‘Oh my god, you must really like her,’ Jillian said.

‘Goddammit Luke, just spill those beans already because it sure looks like nothing’s going to get accomplished before cosmopolitan – pointing to Jacob – and gossip girl – a finger towards Jillian – get their answers,’ he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

I sighed. ‘Okay, I met a woman,’ I said with a leveled expression, trying hard not to indulge them any more than I needed to.

‘I fucking knew it,’ said Jacob. ‘You went down on her this morning didn’t you? That hair says it all.’

‘Okay I’m drawing the line at oral sex,’ Chris grumbled, face in his hands. ‘But I hope you used mouthwash before coming.’

‘Oh he used a lot more than mouthwash before coming,’ Jacob snickered.

I simply sat there, not saying anything, not giving anything else away in my expression.

‘Okay boys, I think we’ve wasted enough time torturing Luke this morning,’ Jillian said, slamming her palms onto the table. ‘Let’s get to business.’ I gave her an appreciative look and she returned with a wink.

Chris opened his meaty folder and arranged a collage of documents onto the table, each one representing a case the firm was taking on.

‘Okay, so Jake, how are things going along with the Grant Taylor divorce?’

Jacob pulled out some files and handed them to Chris. ‘Great. I think with this, it’ll be easy to sway the judge in our favor,’ he said. ‘And at the settlement we’re looking at, our cut is somewhere in the ballpark of three hundred thousand.’ Grinning, he said ‘I bet the decision to not sign a prenup keeps him up at night. Like I say, love is stupid and makes you do stupid things.’

Chris took a minute scanning the document before saying, ‘Good, but if this drags on past the upcoming court session, I’m piling on two more associates and getting serious. Jill, how’s the Swan merger looking?’

She overlaid a comparative chart onto our projection screen, and said, ‘I think Swan has some real potential. Carven has been looking to expand their territory, and with the infrastructure the Swan bankruptcy is leaving, we can pick it all up for pennies on the dollar.’

‘We all raised our brows at the meager price to value ratio, and Chris nodded his head in approval. ‘Alright, let’s call our friends at Carven and see what they think.’

He looked over to me. ‘And what about the Simco case you’re working on?’

I pushed a folder towards Chris, and said, ‘We’ve got them. Steve and I found the irregularities, which means this class-action has merit.’

As Chris went through the numbers, Jacob furrowed his brows and asked, ‘Steve? You let Steve do adult work?’

‘Yeah Luke, I was joking when I recommended Steve. I thought you knew that,’ Chris said, shaking his head.

I shrugged. ‘He’s more capable than we give him credit for,’ I said. ‘The boy has a sharp eye. Most of the work there is from him.’

‘Well, how do the numbers look?’ Jillian pried.

‘Actually,’ Chris said, nodding and tightening his lips into a impressed frown, ‘The numbers look really solid. They add up, at least from initial glance.’

‘Holy shit,’ Jacob offered, mouth agape. ‘Who saw that coming?’

‘Alright, well if that’s all taken care of, shall we onto our plans for this weekend? Namely, the fourth of July party?’ Jillian asked.

‘Are we still doing that this year?’ Chris mumbled, clearly not a fan of the idea.

‘Yeah, I think we should,’ Jillian replied. ‘We missed one reason to get wasted on Father’s day so we should take advantage of this one. And I know Jake has invested most of his quarterly bonus into his bar.’

‘Damn straight sister. I call host, any disagreements?’

Chris and I looked at each other, shrugged, and nodded in agreement.

‘And I don’t know about you guys, but I did get drunk on Father’s day, an hour or two after the clock rolled past midnight,’ Jacob said. ‘And then I beat up a punching bag for a few hours afterwards, pretending it was Garrett. And then I made out with a chick who stole two hundred dollars from my wallet. I didn’t know hot chicks were pickpockets nowadays . . . our society is going downhill. Fast.’

After a few moments of silence and strange looks, Jillian said, ‘O-kay then. Luke, you should bring your mystery girl. I’d love to meet her.’

‘I’d like to see the girl that’s got you all wound up too,’ Chris chuckled.

‘And I want to ask her why on Earth she would like any of *this*,’ Jacob said, motioning around my frame.

I pursed my lips. I didn’t want these people to know that the girl I was seeing was a client, and we infringed on those moral ethics two days into our professional relationship. For all of their flaws, I trusted each of my siblings immensely, and we made sure to keep this trend by only hiring people of high moral fortitude, but the idea of them knowing still left a sour taste in my mouth.

I also wanted to protect Abigail for as long as I could, to keep her in a world of peace and happiness. Ten minutes with this gang and she’s be running screaming for the hills, and I couldn’t blame her for that. But a small part of me tugged at the idea of her becoming a more permanent part of me, my life, and for that to happen, she’d need to get accustomed to these freaks.

‘I’ll ask,’ I said.

Oh boy.

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**Lucas:** Hey

**Lucas:** Sure you want to come tonight? No cold feet?

**Lucas:** We could go to that Chinese diner then back to my place.

**Abigail:** Of course I’m sure. Your family sounds fun. Feet are toasty.

**Lucas:** Shame. Between spending time with my weirdo siblings at Jake’s or my cock in your mouth at my place, I’d prefer the latter.

**Abigail:** Who said anything about your cock in my mouth? And we always go to your place.

**Lucas:** That’s because I’ve noticed the correlation. My cock has found its way inside your mouth every time we’ve been at my place the past week. I don’t want to break that streak.

**Abigail:** I’m off now. I can swing by the firm and we could go to your place first . . .

**Lucas:** Deal. But will we be keeping the streak?

**Abigail:** ☺

‘Hey boss, I’m heading home for the weekend,’ Diane said as she tidied up the papers on the table of the conference room I made a temporary home of, breaking me out of thoughts that gave a whole new meaning to *pro bono*.

I swallowed. ‘Have a great weekend Diane,’ I said after clearing my throat. Diane was a single mom who somehow had time to take care of three kids while working full time as my office assistant and semi-paralegal. She didn’t have a degree from Princeton or Yale, but she had the backbone of an alligator, and that’s what I liked about her.

‘You should have some fun this weekend. Do something, enjoy yourself,’ she said, patting me on the head in a motherly way.

*Oh, you have no idea.*

I waved her goodbye and refocused on the documents I had to approve before the end of the day.

A sharp knock at the door brought my senses upwards, and there she was, wrapped in a pair of off white jeans that were going into my memories as a hall of fame contender. It was either that or the skin-tight yoga pants she liked to lounge in, and they were the main reason as to why I spent most of my time with her at half-mast.

‘Where the hell did you get those pants?’ I growled as I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her into me. There was an innate reaction from me to get as close to this woman as possible, a gravity. ‘They’re fucking perfect, barring the no pants option.’

‘If you like these, then you’ll love the see-through panties underneath.’

Done. I was fucking done.

‘My office. Now,’ I ordered, eliciting giggles out of Abigail and all was right in the world. We kept an innocent distance from each other until we made our way into my office, which was something of a minor miracle considering my twitchy palm was firing on all cylinders.

As soon as the door slammed shut the lights were off and her shirt soon followed. Our lips and tongues engaged as I explored this mouth that was becoming increasingly familiar to me. That pitchy moan escaped from her throat when I bit into her lip, and I wanted to capture that sound bite and loop it as my ringtone. It would require some explanation in mixed company, but it was a worthy tradeoff in my book.

This raw act of emotion was the backdrop for the speed stripping that was happening further down. Her hands fumbled with my belt, my jacket, my buttons, and mine on her belt, her jeans and her bra. Belts landed on the floor and her bra ended up on the desk. But not for long, as I swept off the entire contents – I’ve always wanted to do this – onto the floor. I had her pressed on my desk and a nipple in my mouth before I heard a low cough from the other side of the room.

With a folder covering his face, I heard Steve mumble, ‘Uhm, hi.’

‘Shit!’ I called out, covering Abigail’s breasts with my body, while she burst out with laughter. ‘Fuck! Goddamn it Steve!’

‘What?’ Steve complained, still keeping his face covered, and it was the smartest decision he’s ever made. ‘It wouldn’t hurt you to do a scan before . . . it’s not like I wanted to,’ he muttered, while Abigail continued to buzz with laughter underneath me, making her the only one finding humor in the situation.

‘Keep that folder up,’ I growled as I found Abigail’s bra and passed it to her. ‘If you saw anything, I’m going to fucking kill you.’

‘Dude, why do you think I’m turned the other way? I’ve got social tact, unlike you two, and I’m the one that’s going to have to deal with the emotional and spiritual scars afterwards,’ he called out.

‘I’m Abigail. It’s nice to meet you Steve,’ Abigail said after she got fully dressed. ‘Sorry about this.’

‘Yeah, whatever. Cool to meet you too,’ he mumbled as he got up to leave. ‘See you guys at the party later.’

‘Oh my god Abbey, I’m so freaking sorry,’ I said after the door shut behind Steve. ‘I’m literally going to kill him.’

‘C’mon Luke, the guy was in the wrong place at the wrong time,’ she chided, resting her her palms flat onto my chest. ‘And technically, it was our fault for being careless. Don’t get wound up like you always do.’

Her touch was enough to quell my anger momentarily, and if that wasn’t enough, the smell of honey spice from her hair made me all but forget this little incident. Who needed candles when I could have my personal version of aromatherapy?

Our clothes formed a trail from my living room to the bedroom, and by the time we got to the bed, the only thing separating myself and Abigail was that pair of panties, and fuck, it was worth the wait. Tasteful whites covered the immediate desire areas, but everything else was translucent, and I didn’t know whether to take them off or leave them on. But one thing was for sure: I was going to keep them for the weekend.

‘You’re taking your time old man,’ she smirked, and I realized I’d been just staring at her for a few dumb seconds. She was so not my type, all curvy and bossy, and that sharp lip consistently cut into me, but I loved the pain, the pleasure, all of it. I wanted all of it and then all of her, and then some more after that.

She scooted over to me from atop the bed, lacing behind my thighs with her ankles, dragging me into her sex. A few grinds in and I was having a hard time standing upright, shaking my head to keep it together. I gripped at the remaining piece surrounding her navel, and I peeled the underwear off of her, slowly because it felt like something worth doing right, trailing kisses down her inner thigh in accompaniment.

She whisked around onto her knees, giving me a display of her round globes and the euphoric valley in between was calling my name. My tongue dipped in and she shrieked in surprise, followed by a loud groan that I hoped the neighbors couldn’t hear. The cement in these walls would absorb most of it, but for a small lady, she had a set of pipes on her.

‘Take me Lucas,’ she breathed. ‘Right fucking now.’

‘So demanding,’ I teased. I was usually the one doing the ordering in bed and that was what I was more comfortable with. ‘I’ll take my damn time woman.’

‘Shut up and fuck me,’ she murmured in a tone that was both an order and a request.

I exhaled to the emphatic desire in her voice. Either way I took it, I was going to do what she said so if I thought I was the one calling the shots here, I was kidding myself. ‘Let me grab a condom baby,’ I whispered.

‘Don’t worry about that. I’m on the pill now.’

I stared at her, dumbstruck and blindsided. ‘What, when?’ If she’d been on birth control this whole time, then my poor soldier spent last weekend wrapped up for no reason.

‘I started last Saturday. I thought it might be easier for us.’

‘Holy shit Abbey, you’re amazing,’ I groaned as I positioned behind her, mounting her. *Mounting her.* I liked the sound of that.

‘I try,’ she giggled.

Grabbing her hips, I lurched forwards into her on one decisive motion.

*Raw.*

The feeling was indescribable. Hot and wet and tight are just a few meager descriptives for what this was. ‘Oh my god,’ I called out. ‘Fuck Abbey, you feel as good as you taste.’

She began moaning, and pretty soon, those moans turned into deep wails of pleasure that I felt with every pulse and pump. ‘Oh my god Luke . . . Luke, Luke!’ she cried out.

‘Say my name baby,’ I grunted, pounding away. ‘I want you to say my name and no one else’s, for the rest of your life my name is the only one you’re going to call.’

‘You’re. So. Possessive,’ she mumbled in a breathy staccato to the rhythm of the pummeling, each word breaking off at the end as I buried inwards.

‘You’re demanding. I have to keep up,’ I rumbled.

Her hands were gripping the bedspread tightly, and her head was flopped sideways onto the bed, as if she didn’t have the energy or the ability to keep it up. The scene was hypnotizing, and what broke me out were the shivers she gave that were the banners I was now going to vow to follow. She was right on the verge of release, and I was ready for her. ‘Come for me baby,’ I urged, as I felt the heat of my own orgasm rising to my neck.

‘Fuck Luke!’ she beckoned as the sun and stars fell from the infinite chasm above us as we found our ecstasy together, bodies still joined but unmoving, skin coated with a light sheen of sweat.

I gently tilted her head around, giving her a kiss that was the definition of content before rolling off, catching a glimpse of the clock. ‘Shit,’ I muttered.

‘What is it?’ Abigail asked between breaths.

‘If we’re going to make it to the party on time, we’re going to have to break our little streak.’

Without a second’s hesitation, Abigail cooed, ‘Then I guess we’re going to be late.’

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