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“Inlove? I don’t think so, but I love ladies! Does that count?” We both laughed hysterically but suddenly Amy was grabbing me.
“Shit, Luce, what the hell did Jason do you to? Is he into that kinky shit or something?”
I pulled my robe up around my neck again, “No, he didn’t do that. That’s nothing. But it wasn’t him.”
Amy stood up and if she had guns, they’d be blazing.
“Oh my God, did Eric try to strangle you? I knew those punks were shitty. What did the cops say? What did your dad say?”
I moved to the edge of the sofa. “Amy, I don’t want to talk about it and there were no cops, no dad, and I’m fine, thanks to Jason. Just let it go.” She opened her mouth and had her hand up like she had a great speech ahead, but I put my hand up and stared up at her to stop.
She slowly let her hand fall to her side and sighed before making her final word, “I’ll let it go for now, but when I see that mother fucker, he’s dead.” She slammed her mug on the counter on her way to her bedroom.
I stood and let out a huge sigh. I had to get ready for work anyway so there was no point in trying to simmer her down now. I grabbed my bag from the kitchen and dug my cell phone out to put it on the charger since I hadn’t last night, and I had two texts. One from Jason just a few minutes ago.
Jason: Hey it’s Jason, is it bad to tell you I miss you?
Me: No, tell me whenever it’s true.
Jason: I miss you even more now. Text me when you leave work.
Me: Maybe even before.
I felt like I was 16 all over again. He was just here, how did I miss him so badly? He couldn’t really miss me. What a line. Oh well, I was still grinning ear to ear reading that over and over. Then I opened the other notification from a number not saved.
Random number: Hey, sorry about earlier.
It had to be Eric; it was from late last night. A million horrible things to tell him came to mind, but I decided to deal with that later and leave it on read. Plus, I was going to be late for work if I didn’t move my ass.
chapter 10
Jason
As I walked to my apartment, I couldn’t wipe the grin from my lips. I kept replaying what just happened. I almost couldn’t believe it had. And leaving her was the single hardest thing I’ve done. But was this right? A part of me thought briefly that this was a bad idea. I had tried to avoid it, tried to push her away. But I couldn’t leave her in her time of need. Then she literally blocked me from leaving.
And I made sure she told me, not just showed me, that she wanted me, too. I had wanted her so badly for so long, I was having a hard time believing this was real. But she didn’t act differently afterwards, either. In fact, she seemed like she didn’t want me to leave. But, as much as I wanted to stay with her and never let her go, she had work. I had things to handle. But first, I had to tell her I missed her.
I text her then immediately regretted it. It was going to seem so needy. But I had barely put the phone down by my side when I got a text back from her which sent a full smile across my face. I hadn’t even been so forward with my college girlfriend. I’m a grown ass man acting like a middle school boy. But she didn’t seem to mind.
I had thought of this moment for so long. But I needed to chill. I can’t come on too strong. But I felt insane. It literally hurt to be away from her now after finally touching her. All of her. And holding her. I could hold her forever.
Her skin set every nerve on fire, but I would let her burn me to the ground. Running my hands and mouth over her soft skin was a religious experience. My huge hands barely covered her round breasts, and my mouth certainly couldn’t take them all in but did savor each lick and suckle. And her taste. My God. I almost exploded in my jeans as I put my mouth to her folds and felt her hard nub under my tongue. I could have lived there and planned to be back there soon. The way her body rocked to me. Her legs shaking against me. I loved knowing how good I made her feel. And then hearing her say my name, begging me to fill her.
Being inside her shocked my core and sent a wave of intense heat through me, all the way to my fingertips and toes. The feel of her soft hands exploring my body, grabbing my hair, raking my back as I felt her body pulse around me only added to my complete undoing. I didn’t want that moment to end, but she urgently demanded her pleasure release and I had to give it to her.
Laying with her as we both recovered was almost as amazing as the moments leading to it. Lucy was hot and sticky below me but still smelled of summer. Her delicate arms and legs gripped around me even after we were done. I could have died there happy, but then we were interrupted.
Even so, she meant to keep the moment going as she stood and dropped the skirt that I left on her. Her eyes told me my gaze was exciting her. But then seeing her naked body sent a different kind of intense feeling through me. While I should have been able to absorb the beauty that stood in front of me, I couldn’t help but focus on the aftermath of an animal with his hands on her. The handprint across her neck and her hip, little scrapes and cuts all over her hands and face. It tore my guts out to see her that way.
I still can’t believe what that little shit did to her. I had to be smart, but I wanted to kill him. I wanted to do to him what he did to her and more. I didn’t even know his last name, so I pulled my phone out to call Tim and discuss a few things. Eric was not welcome back, so he was going to have to deal with that somehow. Of course, Tim said he couldn’t find a replacement so fast, but I told him not my problem, he better not show his face at the club again. That conversation didn’t go well, but I don’t give a shit.
I made it to my apartment and had a lot to do so I hopped in the shower as soon as I got in the door, even though I really didn’t want to wash her off of me. Even if itwasa bad idea, it was too late. I was hooked. God, what has she done to me?
Chapter 11
Lucy
After locating a dress shirt with a high collar that wouldn’t create a sweaty mess, copious amounts of antibiotic ointment, and lots of concealer and foundation I finally made it out the door in time to grab the bus to work. It was walking distance, but it was getting hot out and the extra makeup and clothes didn’t help.
