Lucca's Lust: The Luminara Series Book 3 Read Online Free

and that caused a problem for me. A huge problem … I did not know how to address it.
    Before I had my operation, if I wanted a girl … I would have one where and when I wanted, but things changed for me that year. Fucking women was the last thing on my mind during those months, until I saw her stand in front of me wearing the slinky black number with her brunette hair fanning her shoulders. I wanted her. As much as I willed myself to deny it, I wanted her and it was obvious. Painfully obvious.
    I gave her a gift before we sat at the table as small token of my thanks for helping me, for listening and supporting me. We were celebrating being healthy. Her face was an image when she opened the box containing the small diamond earrings. She cried, filling with sentiment. My heart clenched, because she obviously had never been shown affection or any act of kindness by that fucking bad bastard ex-boyfriend.
    She loved them and they matched her attire beautifully. She looked beautiful to me … more than I ever truly realised. There was a moment during dinner I had to disappear to the bathroom to splash my face with water. I tried to tell myself that I was only feeling attracted towards her because my balls were blue. My cock twitched; it had been months since I had a good fuck. I was hanging like a fucking donkey.
    We had wine and a few drinks and ended up back in my room. We were tipsy drunk and had been flirting with one another. She leaned over and innocently wrapped her arms around me, kissed my lips, and thanked me again for the gift. My body responded, and shit, if I did not need to get laid. I needed her but still I was apprehensive.
    I confessed that I still had psychological issues and worries since after my surgery, and she said she did too. She worried it would not be the same for her, and that she had never been with anyone since her boyfriend … a long time before she had her surgery. It was as if we were on the same page. We had both lost a part of ourselves and needed to find ourselves again.
    We discussed it and were both willing to try and decided that we both needed it. It would help both of us get over our insecurities. I found a few packets of condoms at the bottom of my overnight bag—my secret stash I kept for when I was very much in the game of pulling women after events or on my work trips.
    One thing led to another and after comforting each other, fondling, drinking more wine, we began to undress one another. I was buzzed from the alcohol, but from what I remember I still had it, very much had it, and it was good to be sexually active again. Jerking off in the shower was wearing thin. We had sex several times during the night until we were both exhausted.
    Early in the morning around 6:00 a.m. we had a shower, fondled some more, and I wondered what would happen between us after we left the hotel. I had a rule never to date women or give them my heart. I had only ever dated Fran. I was not sure what that would mean for us, or if we would start an affair of sorts.
    My worries and thoughts were insignificant.
    We said goodbye downstairs early in the morning. We were leaving separately, so while I made one last call in the lobby, Jasmine left to pick up her car which was parked in a multi-storey car park on one of Edinburgh’s city centre’s side streets. It was still quite dark at that time of morning because of the time of year. We had to check out early as I had a meeting back in Glasgow first thing.
    By the time I finished my call and went to pick my own car up, I heard screaming from the stairwell of the car park and panicked. My whole body went on alert and I shouted for Jasmine. I heard her scream and shout my name, then footsteps running and doors slamming. I ran towards the stairwell. She was in danger and I could not get to her fast enough. When I barged through the doors, I could not fucking believe my eyes.
    Jasmine was shaking, slumped and curled in the corner against the wall. Her skirt had