Lucas Baker Hoodie Novels & Stories

Lucas was in the kitchen, drying off his hair with a towel, still in the same black hoodie and jeans he’d worn on the plane. He looked older than I remembered. He had darker circles under his eyes, a new tattoo curling around his left forearm that I couldn’t quite make out. He saw me and gave his biggest smile, it didn't hide the fact he was tired. “Hey, little sister.” I crossed the room and hugged him without thinking. He smelled like airport coffee and something faintly foreign. “Missed you,” I mumbled into his shoulder. He hugged me back, longer than usual and a bit tight.

At the entrance, Sky, Stella and Lucas were sitting on the very first bar waiting for them. “And you guys are finally here!” said Sky taking a deep sigh. Handsome Sky was wearing an ocean blue shirt which was matching to his ocean blue eyes well, with black a trouser and ocean midnight black color jacket. He intentionally kept the three button undone for the important purpose of seduction. “You took forever” said Lucas complaining but yet moving towards Elena for a hug. Lucas was wearing a purple colored jumper with black jeans. He accessorized his outfit with a silver Crescent Moon shaped pendant with a silver color chain.

Lucas, clad in nothing but a pair of dark grey sweatpants and a white undershirt that strained against his broad chest, stood at the counter, his back to me. He looked… incredible. His dark hair was damp from a shower, droplets clinging to the strong line of his jaw. Muscles rippled beneath his skin as he expertly flipped what looked like pancakes in a pan. My breath hitched. This was a side of Lucas I hadn't seen before – domestic, capable, and undeniably sexy. "Good morning, sleepyhead," he greeted, his voice a husky murmur as he turned around, a spatula in hand.

He has to. The door opened. I jumped, pulling the blanket up like it could protect me. Lucas walked in. He looked different from last night. Dressed in grey pants and a simple white t-shirt, he seemed younger, almost casual. His brown hair was slightly mussed. The sharp, expensive suit was gone, but the aura of cold control was not. His green eyes found me immediately, sweeping over my terrified form like I was something he already owned.

He didn’t have a choice but to drive back to the warehouse. Just then he saw a car coming towards him and was shocked to see Buck. He put on his regular mask and got down the car without sparing him a glance. Many cars stopped behind them and Poison’s men got down and waited for their boss to get down. Buck opened Poison’s door and he stepped out emitting dangerous aura. “Poison” Lucien whispered and stumbled back a little. He couldn’t see Poison’s face as he covered most of his face with the hoodie. Poison stared at the face which resembled Buck for a long time. Lucien had fair skin unlike Buck who had dark skin because he never cared about his appearance.