Page 3 of Lucy
While Abel drove, I zoned out to the music pumping through the speakers and stared at him. I missed him so much. Why did we only get together once a month? We needed to do it more often.
“I’m coming home with you tonight,” I declared right before he parked.
“What?” He laughed out the word.
“You heard me. I’m coming home with you tonight. I miss you, Abel.” He pulled into a parking space and exhaled heavily.
“Lucy…”
“Nope. Don’t care what you say. You’re going to have to call the police to get me off your porch if you don’t agree.”
“Fine. Whatever,” he fussed and got out of the car. “You could have worn something to actually cover you up,” Abel frowned, looking at my shorts and tank.
“I’m covered,” I beamed with a smile and spun around for him. His eyes traveled from my legs up to my face and he shook his head.
“Not covered enough,” he huffed and grabbed my hand in his. I felt the eyes of nearby men checking me out but I didn’t care because I was with Abel. He may have toned down significantly as he got older but he was still the same hot head I knew and loved. If any of those men looked too hard, he’d say something and I loved it.
The thrill excited me.
“Seriously, Lucy, what did I tell you about dressing like that? Those shorts barely cover your ass and that shirt is see-through. I can see your…nipple rings,” he lowered his voice and I looked down at my boobs. “You don’t even have on a bra.”
“I didn’t need one when I woke up to go to the rental office,” I shrugged.
“You should have changed when I invited you to lunch.”
“You should have told me to,” I countered with a grin. My grins always pulled Abel in. He was a sucker for them.
“You two ready to order?” A busty waitress waltzed over to our table and couldn’t stop smiling at Abel. He smiled back and nodded at her.
“Absolutely, she’ll have the whiskey wings with fries, broccoli, and a lemonade. I’ll have steak with roasted vegetables, and a lager.”
“Whiskey wings?” I nearly drooled on the table. “Oh my God, I think I’m going to cum on myself.” The waitress shot me a wide-eyed look and Abel laughed.
“Calm down,” he chuckled. “I knew you’d like this place.”
“Fuck yeah. Now, if I could get the waitress to stop staring at you that would be great.” He was mine. I was spending time with him and I hated sharing Abel’s time. He stared at me for a moment and I studied his hazel eyes.
“Behave, Hell Raiser,” he warned in a low tone that made my stomach clench.
“I’m behaving. I told you I miss you and that means I’m not sharing my time with anyone. Not even a fucking waitress.”
“Well, I miss you too, Lucy and I don’t appreciate having to stare down every asshole staring at you in that…outfit.”
“You like it?” I purred. Abel’s eyes blazed to life but he snuffed the flames quickly.
“Anyway, what is the game plan for your apartment?”
“Is it bad that I don’t have one?” I asked, looking up at him.
“Yes. But I also don’t expect much else from you. You’re being Lucy right now.”
“Aww, thanks for that unwavering vote of confidence, Abel. Makes me all warm inside.”
“I’m serious.” The corners of his mouth turned downward. “You need to think about what you’re going to do.”
“That’s what I have you for,” I touched his hand from across the table and he sighed. Even if he wanted to stay mad at me, he couldn’t. I was his weak spot.
“If you’re asking for advice then I’d say start packing your shit and find an affordable place that you can live in. You make decent money and you should have a nice cushion in savings. You can coast through this, Lucy.” The waitress was back with our drinks and she couldn’t set them down without grinning in Abel’s fucking face. Annoyance quickly blossomed into anger; heating my chest and making my fingers itch to make a fist.
