Page 37 of Kiss Me, Darling

“Lucy!” The brothers yelling my name inevitably sounded a bit like Ricky Ricardo exasperated with Lucille Ball.

It came with the name.

“Guess I have to face the music, huh?”

Scott was still fighting his laughter, so much that tears now streaked out of his eyes. “That is the rule.”

He held my hand as I poked my head back into the dining room. “Something I can help you with?”

Ben held up one of my cookies. “Do we have you to thank for this?”

I hung my head in shame. “It is I. I did this. It was me.”

I expected to get yelled at. I wouldn't have been surprised if they made me eat one of my cookies, too.

What I was not prepared for was Chris, Linc, and Olivia spraying me with giant bags of sunflower seeds. I didn’t even see it coming. One second I was avoiding eye contact with Ben and London, and the next Scott was ducking as hundreds of shells went flying through the air, over my head, down my shirt, and onto the floor all around me.

“Gotcha!” Linc howled.

I turned and found Scott laughing so hard he had to lean against the wall to stay upright. “You’re one of us now, Lucy.”

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Sleepover it is!

Scott

“Yep. This is what was missing.” I licked the plain white, specially made just-for-me frosting from Lucy’s navel. I’m sure the frosting-cake combination was fantastic, but this? Sweet frosting licked straight from my lady’s skin?

Amazing.

I didn’t care if this ended up in a second night of almost no sleep. I slept my ass off all summer. I would manage.

It all felt a little like a dream. Having Lucy here at all was a nice shock to the system, but to be backhere. It was almost new again. I couldn’t get enough and never wanted any of it to end.

The frosting made appearances on several parts of her body. The crook of her elbow, just below her chin, her nipple, her inner thigh. It was sticky so I didn’t go too crazy. When I needed another taste I just revisited one of those spots. And when we were done we took a shower.

Oh darn. The horror.

I never appreciated how nice the bathrooms were in this house. It would have been so easy to give the master suite all the bells and whistles, and leave the rest of the house to standard bathtub/shower combos. But nope. Every bathroom was like a master bathroom. A decently large glass shower and separate freestanding tub. Here I was numbly going through the motions instead of cataloguing all the future possibilities.

I saw them now.

Oh, how I saw them. Especially when Lucy was against the tile wall eyeing me like a piece of meat. The shower was good for one, maybe two positions. The tub would be fantastic foreplay. The bathroom counter was an excellent height, too.

But now we were back in bed, the frosting gone and our bodies clean. She pushed me to the bed and straddled me.

“Hey Lucy Love.”

“Hey.” She bit her lip just before she sank down on me.

Was this all real? Was this my life now?

She grabbed my chin with her thumb and forefinger. “No thinking, mister. It’s time for fun.”

I was completely on board with that plan. Going so long without being inside her made every moment that much more special. The feel of sliding into her heat, the velvety feel of her arousal, and knowing that when she squeezed me tight, it was because she felt just as good as I did.

Which is why I kind of lost my mind a little and rolled her over so I could drive into her nice and hard. Ineededto. The fire in my spine demanded control or else I might burst into flames. At least that was how it felt.

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