Page 126 of Endless Anger
“JesusChrist,” I pant, my dick softening in my palm. “Fucking hell, Lucy. Your pussy isdivine.”
Lucy giggles, scrubbing her palms over her sweaty face. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
I can’t stop a smile from spreading, my mouth stretching so wide it’s a little painful. “First time for everything.”
“You didn’t…” She peeks at me through her fingers. “You know. Come in me.”
Getting up from the bed, I walk over to my desk and grab a pack of wet wipes, taking two before returning to her side. Shuffling her knees apart, I press the cloth against her abused pussy, cleaning the small streak of blood on one leg that’s mixed in with everything else.
She winces, letting her head fall back on the comforter.
“I didn’t know you were so keen on being a young mom,” I tell her, tossing the wipe into the trash.
Her eyes lift. “Huh?”
“Well.” I flop down on the mattress, rolling to face her. “I know how shit you are at remembering to take your pills.On the pillfor you means you probably have a half-used pack in your bag. I come in you, and in a few months, your dad is chasing me through the woods with a bow and arrow, wondering why I fucked up his baby girl’s life so early.”
Lucy snorts. “He wouldn’t chase you with a… No, you’re probably right.” Sighing, she scoots closer, and I grab her leg, bringing it over my waist, needing her warmth to remind myself that what just happened wasn’t my imagination. “I remember you being strictly anti-kid though. Has that, um, changed at all?”
I push some of the dyed-red hair behind her ear, pinning it back with the black strands. “I don’t want them anytime soon. Got shit to do, you know?”
Her shit, mostly. I want Lucy to have the most incredible life before anything like that happens.
I’ll probably make an awful dad, but Lucy? She’d be the most incredible mom.
One day, if that’s what she wants, I’ll make her one.
Only me.
Blinking, I push those thoughts away, because we haven’t even talked about anything real, and here I am planning our fucking future together. In my mind, the horizon before us is set in stone, but she could be on another planet entirely.
The fact that she came to me and we fucked isn’t really enough of an indication. Maybe she just wanted to get off and still hates my guts for what I did.
I wouldn’t blame her. I haven’t even apologized.
Yawning, Lucy snuggles closer to me, pushing her forehead beneath my chin. I trace the line of her jaw, watching Keats finallycome out from under the bed and head for his food bowl in the corner of the room.
“Hey,” I tell her when her eyes close, tapping her cheek. “Don’t go to sleep. We need to go shower or pee or something. And talk.”
She shakes her head. “No thanks. I’m comfy. And sleepy.”
God, she’s cute. It seems wrong to let it go, but she feels so good beside me that I can’t find it in me to object. Not yet anyway.
“Okay,” I say, closing my eyes too as exhaustion makes itself known in my body. I wrap an arm around her waist, fitting her more firmly against me. “Just a few minutes though.”
And it’s the last thing I say to her before slumber takes over.
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LUCY
I’ve wokenup in Asher’s bed hundreds of times before. Thousands even, maybe.
But never with his head between my legs, eating my pussy like it’s the first breakfast he’s been allowed in decades.
My mouth falls open when his tongue spears into me, and I grip the sheets in both hands, twisting them so one corner slips off the mattress.
“Morning,” he mutters against my skin, his fingertips pressing into my thighs to keep them open. “You taste fucking incredible.”
