Rural Romance by Alexa Riley

Chapter Ten

Luca

“What the fuck do you mean she was in an accident?” I hold the phone tighter in my hand as I stand as still as a statue outside the boardroom.

“I told you she’s fine. She stayed at the house last night and Juno and I checked on her. Why are you so upset?”

“Upset!” I shout and then take a deep breath. Cooper doesn’t know about me and Selma, but he’s about to get caught up. Everyone is. “Where is she? I need to talk to her.”

I curse again for not having her number, and I swear to god when I get my hands on her, I’m going to tattoo it on my arm.

“Hang on,” Cooper says, and I hear movement on the other end of the phone.

I want to scream at him to run and hurry, but I close my eyes and remind myself that it’s okay, she’s okay. He explained the accident, but all I heard was that she’d been to the hospital and that equals really bad in my brain.

“Mr. Cross, we’re ready to resume,” the mediator says and waits for me to follow her.

I’m still in fucking Houston dealing with this contract. A contract that should have been wrapped up yesterday, and I could have been home to be the one to take care of Selma.

“I need a second,” I tell her, and she gives me a tight smile as she goes back into the boardroom.

“Sorry, she’s gone,” Cooper says, but I must have heard him wrong.

“What?”

“Juno said she called an Uber to come get her. She left just a second ago.” He says something to Juno, and then I hear him come back to the phone. “Why did you want to talk to her?”

“Fuck!” I shout and through the glass of the boardroom everyone turns to stare at me. I can’t imagine what I look like right now, but based on the faces they’re making I’m guessing it’s not good.

I hang up the phone and without thinking it through, I leave the meeting. I hear someone behind me call my name, but I hit the button for the elevator instead.

“Mr. Cross, is everything okay?” the mediator says as she hurries to catch up with me.

“My wife’s been in an accident,” I blurt out, again without really thinking through what the hell I’m doing.

“Oh my god, I had no idea you were married. Is she okay?”

“She will be after I get my hands on her,” I answer.

There’s just enough time for me to see the shocked expression on her face before the elevator doors close. I’m not able to process exactly what I’m walking out on as I pull out my phone and make a call.

By the time I’m outside and in a cab, I’ve already called the hotel and had them pack my belongings. And made a call to the airport to charter a private plane back home to Pink Springs. Selma might be okay, but I won’t know for sure until I lay my eyes and hands on her.

Two hours later, I’m getting off the plane and my car is waiting for me on the tarmac. I grab the keys from the attendant nearby and toss my bag in the passenger seat. Once behind the wheel, I feel like I finally have control, and I hit the gas. Hard.

I need to learn how to fly a fucking plane, because at least then it would have felt like I was doing something instead of sitting idly by, waiting to be closer to Selma.

The drive to the city isn’t long, and with the way I’m driving, I do it in half the time. I know where Selma lives because Bastian and I have had several talks over dinner about real estate in the city and the developments he owns. I remember specifically discussing his sister’s building because it was part of a land deal I did a few years back. Since then the company built a few high-rises, and his sister was at the top of one of the best.

Pulling into the front, I hand my keys over to the valet and wave to the doorman. I called ahead and told them I’d be coming and made sure the owner of the building backed me up. When the elevator opens automatically, I hit the button for the penthouse and tap my foot anxiously.

The ride up feels like it’s taking years, but in actuality it’s a straight shot, and I’m at her door in seconds. I don’t bother knocking, but the damn thing is locked so I don’t have a choice.

“Selma!” I bang loudly, not caring if she thinks I’m crazy. Right now I am. “Selma, open this damn door.”

My fist is raised in the air to bang on it again, just as she swings it open and glares daggers at me. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Oh thank god.” I rush forward with my arms open and pull her to me. I bury my face in her dark curls and breathe in her sweet scent as I close my eyes. “Fuck, he said you were okay, but I was so fucking worried.”

“Are you insane?” I feel her tense, and her hands push on my shoulders.

“Yes.” I answer honestly and make no move to put her down.

She lets out a long sigh, and I feel her body go limp in my arms. “At least close my front door.”

I kick it closed without turning to look at it and walk forward. “Where’s your bedroom?”

“Down the hall,” she says softly, and I make my way to it. “Luca, what the hell are you doing?”

“I’m going to look you over myself. I need to make sure you’re okay.” When I set her on the edge of the bed, she takes the opportunity to shove me back. I’m so much bigger than her that I don’t move, and she growls in frustration.

“I didn’t ask you to come here.”

“Why didn’t you call me?” I snap, finally able to say what I’ve been unable to since I was last with her. I reach up and cup her face, and she scowls at me.

“I’m sorry I didn’t hear it when you snuck out.” Her words are sharp, but I’m confused.

“It was on the note. The hotel said they left it on the cart with the pancakes.”

“Pancakes?” Now she’s the one confused.

“I had them spell out I miss you in chocolate chips. You said it was your favorite.”

“Chocolate chips?”

“Then there was a note with my number. You were supposed to call me.”

“A note?”

“Stop repeating what I’m saying.” I lean forward and hold her face with both my hands. “I got here as fast as I could. I was held up in Houston, but that’s a whole other mess I need to deal with. Why didn’t you call me?”

“I-I didn’t know.” Her shoulders deflate, and I see some of the worry in her eyes melt away. “I was kind of salty when I woke up alone.” She shrugs, and it might be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.

“So you missed me, huh?” I give her my best cocky grin, and she rolls her eyes. “It’s okay, you don’t have to say it out loud.” I lean forward and kiss her softly on the lips. “But just know that I’ll never let you forget it.”

This time when our lips meet, I make no move to break the kiss. It’s so fucking good to have my mouth back on her, and finally the tense muscles in my body can begin to relax. We’re here, we’re with her. I lay her down on the bed and notice for the first time she’s fresh out of the shower and in a silk robe. Which makes my job of getting her naked all that much easier.

With one quick knot, she’s bare under me, and I lean back to look at her smooth, silky skin. Her knees spread just a little, and I smile as I lick my lips.

“Is that an invitation?”

“You know it is, don’t make me beg,” she sasses, and I smile even bigger.

I kiss my way down her body until I’m between her legs. I kiss her hips and then let my mouth graze to the inside of her thigh. I bite her there just a little, and she moans with need. Even now I can see her wet lips glistening, and I can’t wait any more.

My tongue slides between her folds, and I’m so fucking hungry for her. I didn’t realize how being away from her would affect me, but now that I’m in her presence again, I don’t know how I’ll be able to ever let her go.

Her pussy is so fucking juicy as I eat her like a ripe peach. She’s right there with me, raising her hips, pushing against my mouth, and gripping my hair to hold me steady. Selma might have been a virgin the other night, but she’s learned quickly where exactly her pleasure lies. With just a few quick licks of my tongue and the right pressure in the right spot, she goes off like a rocket.

She cries out my name, and her legs tense as she rides my face. It’s so fucking hot seeing her get off, and I’m already freeing my cock to get inside her. I want to feel it on my dick this time.

“On top,” I tell her as I rip off my shirt and get on the bed. “I need to see those tits bounce.”

I grab her by the hips and pull her on me, just as I thrust into her pussy. In one quick motion she’s seated all the way down, and I let out a low groan.

“Goddamn it, Selma. Don’t make me cum yet.”

She clenches around me, and we both moan at the same time. I hold her hips steady and thrust up as she tries to hold on. She might be on top, but I’m still the one in control of this ride, and I think we both prefer it that way.

“Harder,” she says softly, and when I give her what she wants she cries out in pleasure.

She’s so fucking tight like this, and I plant my feet to get deeper.

“Never letting you go,” I say through clenched teeth as I force my body to hold on a little longer. I’m so fucking close, but I need to wait for her. “You’re mine.”

“Luca,” she calls just as her back arches and she bears down on me.

Her pussy clenches, and I can’t control it any longer. My cock swells, and we cum together, hot and fast. She falls across my chest and I hold her tight as I stay inside her as deep as I can go. My orgasm feels like it never ends, and I close my eyes.

Right now, there’s nothing else in this world I want except Selma. And I’m going to do everything it takes to get her.