Chapter 41. - Golden
I washed our dishes while Lukas cleaned up outside, before coming back in and opening a bottle of white wine. He poured generously, then handed me a glass. “Are you trying to get me drunk?” I teased, a small smile playing on my lips as I walked up to him.
He wrapped an arm around me, hooking a long finger into the back pocket of my jeans. “The gentleman in me is insisting I deny that intention.” He smirked. “But yes. Maybe we both need a little loosening up.”
Four days - I reminded myself. That was all I had left with him before he would leave on tour. Four days to figure out what this really was between us.
My mother had advised that I should just talk it out with him - she told me to just lay my feelings on the line. But as I took another sip of the sweet, delicious drink, I doubted the words could get past my dry throat.
Instead, I melted deeper into his arms, loving the heat that was radiating from his body through mine. Lukas LaBelle lowered his head, resting his forehead against mine. “Tell me a secret, Cartagena.” He whispered, his golden eyes searching mine.
“I think I-” I sucked in a small breath, my stomach twisting. “-I think I could get used to this,” I said instead, tightening the hold I’ve had on his shirt. “I really like spending time with you.”
A small smile played on the corner of Lukas’ lip. “Who wouldn’t?” He teased before his expression returned to serious. “I meant what I’ve said earlier - about the band. Sometimes, it starts to feel empty and meaningless. I still like it but… I don’t know if it’s enough anymore.”
Dreading his reaction to what I was going to say next, I whispered. “I know about the girl - the band-hopper. I know that it took a toll on the band - and for a very different reason!” I added quickly before he could interject. “I just want you to know that I would never do anything to stand between Hazmat and the fans. First and foremost, I am a fan.”
I knew that Lukas cared about me. He had made it clear on more occasions than I could count. And while his feelings weren’t nearly as irrevocable as mine, I knew that it had hurt him to watch me struggle because of his fans. This whole ordeal since the public has realized that we were together was taking a toll on both of us. But I couldn’t stand the thought of him questioning his relationship with Hazmat because of me.
Long before it all started, I have promised myself that I would never be the person this epic band would break apart for. And I would stand by that until my last breath.
“You don’t know-” Lukas started, then trailed off. “I like being with you too, London. This is different for me too.” He murmured, nuzzling his face into my neck as he hugged me closer to him. “Let’s not worry about Hazmat tonight, though. I have something better to show you.”
He pulled me toward the couch situated in the middle of his modern, minimalistic living room and I sat cross-legged across from him as I watched him lift an older looking guitar onto his lap. Anticipation buzzed in my veins and my heartbeat picked up as I waited for him to begin. Hearing Lukas LaBelle play live was a treat I didn’t think I could ever tire of.
And tonight, it just meant that much more.
“This is something new that I’ve been working on.” He smiled lightly, but the gesture didn’t touch his eyes. I watched as the glimmer dimmed slightly before he bowed his head and focused on his fingers - a nervous habit, I realized, because Lukas LaBelle knew his way around a guitar better than any other player of our generation.
He began strumming a few strings, creating a soft lull that was sometimes accompanied by a drum against the body of his guitar. Then, he sang.
I found myself mesmerized, in awe of the pure, raw talent sitting across from me, serenading me with a song about hard decisions and learning to move on.
My heartbeat picked up in time with the chords as the chorus came around again, this time louder, with more purpose as Lukas built the song he claimed was a draft, but I knew would be a hit. I watched and listened, and my soul was raised high before it was shattered as the realization hit that it was about us. He was letting go.
When he finished, a single teardrop fell down my cheek, and I wiped it away quickly before he could see. “It was beautiful, Lukas. You are beautiful.” I whispered, afraid that if I spoke louder, I would ruin this fragile moment. “I can’t imagine this song being sung by anyone but you - not even Ash.”
“My voice is-”
“Beautiful.” I finished for him. “Unique on its own.”
He sighed heavily, his brows furrowing as he took in my words. His golden gaze met mine as he set his guitar to the side, and leaned back against the couch. “Come here.” His words were soft, but they were an order none the less.
I lifted myself from where I sat, setting my glass down on the coffee table.
Lukas nodded in front of him. “Here, gorgeous.” I moved to stand between his parted legs, suddenly feeling self-conscious and hot all at the same time. “Do you have something under that for me?” He gestured to my outfit, as a small smile tugged on the corner of his lips.
“I thought I was sexy enough for you as is.” I teased, grinning back down at him.
“You are,” Lukas confirmed, cocking just one brow in that impossibly sexy smoldering way of his. “But I thought I spotted a canary yellow strap of some kind earlier.”
I bit down on my lower lip. “You noticed that, did you?” My fingers tangled into the hem of my shirt and lifted it slowly. Inch by inch, I revealed my olive skin, decorated with yellow and bright blue straps as the corset of my lingerie came into view. I pulled the shirt over my head and tossed it to the side, exposing the lace of my bra that barely covered anything as I held my breath, waiting for him to say something.
The only reaction I got from Lukas was the visible quickening of his breaths. His eyes drank me up, exploring every inch of skin I just revealed for them.
When I couldn’t stand it any longer, I undid the button of my jeans and lowered the zipper. His eyes raked my body as I pushed my pants down and stepped out of them, kicking them aside with my shoes.
“Sexy enough?” I asked, tilting my head to the side as I stood his heavy gaze.
I fought the urge to cover myself or step closer to him so he couldn’t see my entire body exposed like this. I was aware of every single little imperfection I’ve had, every part of my body I wished was a little rounder or more toned.
And Lukas gave nothing away.
When he was done inspecting every inch of me, his eyes met mine and locked on. He undid the buttons of his shirt quickly, pushing the fabric down his toned arms, revealing the intricate ink that made him look like every bit the rock star that he was.
Muscles on top of golden muscles were exposed, completed with a chiseled chest and abs I would’ve thought photoshopped if he wasn’t sitting right in front of me. His muscles tightened with every breath, perfect pecks heaving as he sat up, lifting himself long enough to push his slacks down to his knees.
He scooted forward on the couch, his breath now hot on my stomach as he pressed the gentlest of kisses on it. “The fucking sexiest.” Lukas rasped, his voice lowering as he spoke. “I have no idea how I got to be the lucky bastard who caught your eye out of the hundreds of losers in that coffee shop.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but he silenced me with a squeeze of my thigh.
“I’m not complaining, baby!” Lukas smiled slyly. “Because now I get to be the only one who sees you like this.” His hand ran up my side, calloused fingers making me shiver as he caressed my skin, before curling into the waistline of my panties.
Lukas yanked me forward, until his face connected with my heated skin. I gasped, instinctively grabbing onto his head for support and accidentally pressing him closer to me.
He let out a low growl, the sound reverberating against my core as his mouth opened, catching my sensitive lips in between. “Lukas!” I yelped, wanting to pull back, but his big hands grabbed onto my ass, holding me in place.
He leaned back on the couch, bringing me with him, forcing me to stand over him with my legs parted, straddling his gorgeous head. Those soft, blonde curls wrapped tighter around my fingers as I felt him move the silky material of my panties to the side, using only his teeth.
My eyes rolled back, head falling forward as I focused on not falling over while Lukas’ hot breath tickled my most intimate parts. “You don’t have to-” I choked on the words when his tongue snaked out and licked me. The position left me wide open for his probing parts, and the hold he had on my ass made it impossible for me to do anything else but writhe and moan.
Lukas at me like a taco bar on the fifth of May, and I let him. Holy fuck, did I let him!
My back bowed when he quickened the pace, tickling that delicious spot over and over until I didn’t know which way was up. My dark hair fell on my back, my head craning toward the skies as I moaned and begged for him to stop… To keep going… To do it again…
I came hard - so hard that my knees nearly buckled, and if it weren’t for his strong hands holding me up, I would’ve folded over like a house of cards.
“Fuck!” I gasped when I finally found my voice again.
Lukas released me just enough that I could move off him and slide down his smooth chest. His pink mouth looked well-kissed and glistened with the evidence of my excitement as he grinned, looking cocky as ever. “Oh, don’t worry, Sucre! That’s next on the list.”
He chuckled as I wrapped my arms around his neck, settling into his lap. “That was a beautiful song you’ve played earlier. I feel privileged to get to listen to you, relaxed and honest like this.”
“Honest?” Lukas lifted a brow at me, making me giggle like the ridiculously love-sick fangirl that I was.
“Yes, honest! No showmanship, no big fireworks at the end… Just you and your guitar. It’s something special and precious that you rarely do.”
“You think I should play on my own more often?”
“I think you have such a raw talent, that it’s enough to fill up the whole space. It’s beautiful and unique, and when it’s just you alone, it feels more… intimate.” I shrugged. “It’s just different, that’s all. Then again, I’m very biased.”
His lips twitched into a wide grin. “And why is that?”
My cheeks heated, a heady blush spreading over my entire body. “You know why…” I bent forward, hiding my face in his naked chest, which rumbled with laughter.
“London! Don’t hide!” Lukas chuckled. “Why are you so biased, huh?” He pressed on, pushing me away from him just enough to look into my eyes.
I shook my head slightly, feeling embarrassed. “Come on!” I whined.
“Tell me!” He nudged, still smiling widely. His golden eyes sparkled as he searched my gaze. “Say it out loud.”
I took a deep breath, my chest tightening. “Because I’m in love with you.”