Page 22 of Lucy
“I’m always uncouth, twin. You should know that. I’m the part wedged deep inside of you that you love to hide from all your little uppity friends.” She blew me a kiss and sat at the dinner table.
“Wash your hands. We were raised by the same people, yet you sit down to eat without making sure your hands are clean.”
“Oh my God, Nora. I just came in here from driving. I wasn’t touching shit or anything.”
“Does your car still look the same, Luce?” She muttered under her breath and stomped off to wash her hands. Eric came back downstairs and shook his head, looking toward the open bathroom door in the hall.
“Am I going to be able to handle you two together?”
“Of course,” I smiled.
“All clean,Mom.” Lucy flashed her fingers at me and then left her middle one standing before flopping into a seat and grabbing a plate.
“This should be interesting,” Eric grumbled, flapping his napkin out before sitting down beside me. “So, Lucy, Nora tells me you’ve fallen on hard times.”
“Yeah, I got evicted.” She cut her words short and grabbed the tongs to dish out salad on her plate.
“How did that happen?” I pried. Lucy narrowed her glowing copper eyes at me and I smiled.
“I was behind on rent.”
“How far behind?” I pushed more.
“Twelve months.” She bit the words out after rolling her eyes and grabbing a square of lasagna.
“How the hell did you manage that?” Eric chuckled. “A few months is the most I’ve seen a landlord wait for money.”
“Please Luce, do tell. How did you manage to get a year behind on rent without being evicted?” I felt her mood turn stormy. Electricity crackled in the air. It was only a little spark but I felt it. She was getting pissed.
“I had a dick-sucking relationship with my landlord, Nora. I sucked his dick every month and I swallowed his nut. Sometimes I played with it a little before swallowing it. Sometimes I let him titty-fuck me then cum in my mouth. We liked to switch it up every now and then.” I nearly choked on my wine and Eric pushed out an unsteady breath.
“Wow, um…okay. I wasn’t expecting that.” He blinked a few times and stared at Lucy.
“Well, tell your wife to stop goading me. She knows what happens when she does that.”
“She’s not my wife yet.” Eric corrected her and I glanced at him with raised brows.
“And I wonder why that is? Cold feet, Eric? Not done fucking around yet? If you still need to get some stuff out of your system then let me know because…”
“Lucy!” I slammed my hand down on the table, knocking over my glass of wine.
“What? You didn’t tell him, Nora?” She purred and popped a forkful of food in her mouth.
“Kitchen. Now,” I barked.
“Ooh.Kitchen.Now,” she mocked before following me. The moment we were alone, I jabbed my finger into her face.
“If you want to stay here you need to have some fucking respect.” Lucy slapped my hand away from her face then stood inches away from me.
“You first, Sissy. You know I don’t like when you push and pry.” A zing zipped through my core. I butted against her until we were chest to chest.
“Well if you’d keep in contact, I wouldn’t have to pry. Now I’m going to have to get you into shape since you’re a goddamn mess.”
“I’m not a mess and you’re not getting me into shape. I’m grown. I can take care of myself.”
“Then why don’t you have a place to live, Lucy?” I jabbed her armor and I must have pierced it a bit because she turned away from me in a huff. Her long waves swished across the small of her back and I couldn’t help snatching it in my fist.
“Stop, Nora,” she whined like when we were kids.
