Mrs R (Mrs R & Mr V #1) (4 page)

He had been with
older women before; the age difference was of no consequence to him. Luc loved
women and wasn’t too bothered by convention, preferring curves to bones and
nature to surgical enhancement. He could never figure out why women were so
critical of their own looks when every guy he knew was more than grateful to be
presented with a willing pair of tits and a warm, wet pussy pretty much
regardless of how that was packaged. It’s not like he was looking for a partner,
just some fun.

Since he’d been
staying at The Renton house he had shagged a couple of girls he’d hooked up
with at various clubs and pubs, but lately Luc realized that it was only Rachel
he really wanted. He hoped there would be a mutual moment of recognition where
he could make a move but if not he was willing to wait until the right
opportunity presented itself.
 
Luc
was not a shy boy and having been told countless times how attractive he was
over the past few years, decided to put his aesthetics to good use and carry on
teasing his friends’ mum presenting her with visuals wherever possible.

Having spent the
last hour and a half annihilating aliens from another planet and succeeding,
Luc packed up ready to turn in for the night.

“I’m off to bed
Rachel! G’night.”

Rachel was sitting
at the kitchen table busying herself with something on her iPad when she looked
up to see him walking towards her lifting his hand in a departing gesture.

“D’you want some
tea or something before you go?” she asked him with a tilt of her head and a
little smile. He really was so very pretty to look at; a little tired maybe but
it did nothing to dim the mega watt smile he threw her.

Sensing an
opportunity, Luc didn’t hesitate to accept her offer and the result was the two
of them chatting long into the night about his degree; Rachel’s previous
career; the twins; and other inane subjects. They were enjoying themselves and
Rachel was laughing at one of Luc’s hilarious stories of the antics he got up
to with her daughters, when Jess and Lucy returned from their night out.

“Hey Mama; Hey Luc”
greeted Lucy. “Hmm tea! Jess make us a cuppa.” Lucy sat herself down on Luc’s
lap kissing him hard on the cheek wrapping her arms around his neck playfully.

“Urgh, get off me,
you stink of booze” complained Luc but that just made Lucy cling on harder and
smother his face with little wet licks. “God, you’re gross” he laughed as she
finally stopped attacking him and started giggling.

Jess brought over 2
steaming mugs of hot tea and the 4 of them continued to chat away for another
hour until Rachel’s eyelids drooped. Yawning, she made her apologies and bade
them goodnight but not before Luc dazzled her again with one of his killer
dimpled grins.

“Sleep tight Rachel
– thanks for the tea.” He winked at her and Rachel felt it all the way
from her toes to the top of her head. Her face flooded with heat as she turned
and left them gossiping at the table, and she wondered if perhaps Luc was
flirting a little bit with her. To her surprise, Rachel discovered that she
didn’t mind at all.

**********

Soon it would be their first
Easter without Nate, and traditionally Bank Holidays had always been a time for
them to get together and do family stuff.
 
This year, Rachel thought it would be a good idea to go out for lunch
rather than suffer through painful memories of past family celebrations in the
house. Dinner at home would be traumatic for her and the girls and whilst she
really didn’t feel guilty for having her fun thoughts about Luc, she wasn’t
ready to have him replace Nate at the head of the family dinner table.

So after much deliberation, Rachel
booked the Riverside Restaurant at The Savoy. The luxurious hotel was somewhere
she had always wanted to go with Nate, especially the famous American Bar, but
they had never got to go. In a way she surmised, this would be a good thing as
there would be no reminders of him there and for all of them it would be a
wholly new experience. Luc would come with of course – his parents were
still happily cruising their way around the world and she wouldn’t hear of him
staying home alone.

When she had told the kids earlier
in the week they were thrilled with the plan. Jess and Lucy immediately started
discussing what to wear and had been raiding Rachel’s wardrobe all week for
‘dressing up’ clothes. Luc meanwhile announced he would have to go shopping, as
he had brought nothing but jeans, t-shirts and sweats with him.

“Why are you all looking at me
like I’m lunch?” he asked the three ladies he’d stopped dead in their tracks at
his shopping suggestion. Jess looked at Lucy who in turn looked at Rachel who
nodded her head.

Jess laughed at Luc, “Good luck
mate, I can feel a trip to Selfridges coming on and you just became the
reason…..”

Luc groaned and tried to get away
from his friends who were literally jumping up and down with glee.

“Where do you think you are
going?” Rachel grabbed a fistful of the back of Luc’s t-shirt as he turned
away. Flipping his head around over to face her, Rachel nearly lost it as his
blue eyes bore into hers twinkling with mischief. Smiling he looked down at her
and then at the twins, “K, you got me for one afternoon otherwise I’m going in
my jeans!”

**********

CHAPTER 4

Sitting in an armchair outside the
fitting room of the Men’s department at Selfridges, Rachel was checking her emails
on her phone waiting for Luc to come out and show her what she had picked for
him to try on.

Lately, her lawyer had been trying
to get in touch with her but she wasn’t ready to take the next step and deal
with the legal and financial ramifications of Nate’s death. She had plenty of
money – the rest could wait. In fact right now the twins were down in the
basement probably putting quite a dent in said money having got bored of the
Men’s department within 10 minutes of getting there!

Rachel had convinced Luc that a
suit would be a good idea as he was going to need one for work soon anyway, so
it wouldn’t go to waste. Reluctantly, he agreed – he wasn’t so keen on
formalwear and had only ever possessed one suit in his whole life that his dad
had got him from M&S. It was nothing compared with the suits Rachel had
encouraged him to try on. An enthusiastic young salesman had insisted on
helping them and Luc had stood idly by while Rachel had discussed the merits of
one designer over another and what cut would suit him best. She was definitely
in full cougar mode right now whether she wanted to admit it or not, but he was
having fun and he would do pretty much anything to please her; besides her age
did not bother him; she was still sizzling hot. Luc was a bit uncomfortable
with Rachel paying but she absolutely insisted it was her treat.

Standing in the cubicle, looking
in the mirror he was greeted with a lascivious grin reflecting the dirty
thoughts he was having about sneaking Rachel into the fitting room having her
on her knees with that pretty mouth round his cock. He’d wrap fistfuls of her
brown silky hair in his hands keeping her head in place while he watched as he
thrust his length as far down her throat as she could take. He wanted to hear
her moan around him and shivered in anticipation of when that time would come.
His cock twitched in the designer suit pants and he reigned in his fantasy
before he was unable to hide how much Rachel affected him.

Surveying himself in the
full-length mirror, Luc appreciated subjectively that the designer cut of the
cloth looked good on him. He was not oblivious to the fact that he was an
attractive man – he had been told so often enough and it had always
worked to his advantage. Modesty was not one of Luc’s redeeming qualities and
he was pretty certain Rachel fancied him after all her peeping tom activity of
late, even if she didn’t admit it to herself yet. He felt they’d really made a
connection the other night chatting in the kitchen and he didn’t think he could
walk around with a permanent hard on for her much longer – it was time to
ramp things up a notch and turn on the Vincent charm. Brushing a hand through
his hair to keep his fringe off his face, Luc did up the button of his suit
jacket and in his usual lazy swagger, strolled in the direction of the shop
floor.

“Rachel’ called Luc softly as he
stood in the doorway to the fitting room, “how do I look?”

Judging by the expression on her
face, Luc knew he’d created the desired effect. Rachel’s eyes were wide as
saucers as she looked him up and down. His facial features were devastating
without the fringe that usually partially hid them. Luc had cheekbones to die
for and sexy stubble that outlined his square chin and full mouth.
 

Rachel had chosen a navy blue
suit. The jacket was a one button slim fit cut that hugged his torso perfectly
without stretching the fabric out of place. As he moved towards her Rachel
could see his muscles moving under the jacket tantalisingly. He’d kept on his
white T but Rachel had already picked out a shirt for him to wear to the actual
lunch. The suit trousers were narrow and flat fronted right now displaying the
very reason he was making her mouth water. Rachel’s eyes drank in the way the
material caressed his long legs tightening around his thighs and the outline of
his groin.

“Holy shit, the boy has a hard
on!” Rachel’s thoughts were wild and she mentally high fived herself on having
made an excellent choice. She was rewarded with the breath taking vision of the
boy man god looking like he belonged on the cover of GQ magazine. Heat pooled
in her panties as he sauntered to a stop a little too close to be decent
bringing his delectable looking crotch in line Rachel’s face. Her hands flew up
instinctively to her face shielding her heated cheeks but doing nothing to calm
the storm between her legs.

“D’you think it fits alright?” Luc
asked innocently undoing the jacket and stepping back putting himself on full
display.

Lowering her hands and clearing
her throat, Rachel nodded her assent and waved him back into the fitting room.

“Yes, yes, that will do…” she
confirmed in a shaky voice.

“Fuck me!” she cursed quietly as
his back view stole all remaining coherent thought. He’d put his hands in the
pockets of the trousers causing the back of the jacket to splay open revealing
the most perfect arse she’d ever seen in a suit. Long powerful legs took her
away from him as he strode back into the dark recesses of the cubicle to change
back into his clothes and she just had time to catch the stretch of the fabric
over his wide shoulders as he disappeared.

Rachel actually whimpered as she
shifted in her chair to try and ease the persistent throb at the apex of her
thighs. This boy was certainly making his presence felt; wheedling his way into
her family and making her needy in all the wrong ways.
 
Rachel felt like she was on the road to
recovery but worried her feelings about Luc were foolish and selfish and
ultimately unfaithful to the memory of her dead husband.

Perhaps she could rationalise it
by believing it was a purely physical response to Luc’s blatant masculine
gorgeousness – he was so handsome and easy on the eye and Rachel wasn’t
blind after all. Part of her wondered if he was aware of how he made her feel
and judging by his fairly obvious excitement just now; she suspected he’d been
harbouring a secret attraction to her.
 
But it was a moot point nevertheless; a reckless affair with her
daughters’ best friend was laughable. That sort of thing didn’t really happen
and the thought that she was even entertaining the idea was laughable.

Rachel pondered on this as she
paid the bill for his new suit, matching shirt, cufflinks, shoes and tie.
Already recognising Luc’s unique scent, her body was on full alert as she felt
him come up close behind her. Her nipples sprang to life beneath the soft
cotton of her bra and chills ran down her spine. So much for being objective
then.

“I don’t know how to thank you
Rachel.” Luc smiled at her as he took the bags full of his new stuff, and then
just as the twins skipped over to meet them so Rachel had no chance to react,
he bent down to whisper in her ear, “but I promise to try and find a way.”

Turning to greet his friends, he
lifted up his arms towards them showing off the bags.

“Hey guys look at what your mum
picked out for me. I’m going to look like Ryan Gosling!”

“In your bloody dreams!” Lucy
mocked smacking him on the arm.

“In our dreams you mean!” joked
Jess and the three of them took off down the escalator to the car park laughing
and fooling around.