Page 38 of Exile & Lula
Journey’s “Separate Ways” battled “Wherever I May Roam” by Metallica. I chuckled when I spotted Pax on his back deck, head banging to the beat.
“Soon, Ford will storm over to Pax’s place to yell at him. The music will get turned down, and they’ll sit out back and talk about music for an hour. That’s the great thing about people their age. They’re predictable.”
Lula turned to me and smiled. “Want to see my bedroom?”
“Just like that?”
“Why not just like that?”
Grinning, I admitted, “Well, I thought I’d have to jump through a few hoops to get you naked.”
“I’m not a horny eighteen-year-old biker groupie, looking to pop her cherry with a wild man. I’m a horny thirty-seven-year-old biker groupie, looking to get her orgasms done before her kid arrives home from school. If you want to jump through hoops on your way to the bedroom, feel free to entertain me with your theatrics.”
Lula turned away and walked toward what I presumed was her bedroom. I’d be a fool not to follow. The woman was the most gorgeous creature I’d ever seen, and she was offering me access to the beauty I’d worshipped since we met.
I soon found myself standing in her bright and classy bedroom. The tray ceiling drew my eye upward. I stopped moving forward when I noticed the plush white carpet.
“This seems dangerous,” I said and frowned at my boots.
“Carpets can be cleaned, Exile,” Lula said and popped the button on her black jeans. “Do you think my little dog never makes a mess?”
I felt stuck at the doorway of her sleek bedroom, like when the girls talked me into playing “The Floor is Lava” game.
Nearby, Lula wiggled her top over her head and revealed her lovely tits cupped by a black bra. I sighed like I was witnessing a miracle. She smiled softly and dropped her jeans. Once she stood in her black underwear, Lula gestured for me to come closer.
“If you’re scared about tracking in dirt, take off your boots, cowboy. In fact, feel free to take off everything but the hat, if that’s your kink.”
Chuckling at her teasing, I yanked off my boots and socks. I left them in the hallway, where the hardwood floor seemed less delicate.
I walked into the room, enjoying the cloudlike feel of the carpet against my bare feet. Lula’s glorious eyes watched me like nothing else existed.A man could become addicted to feeling this way.
My fingers stroked her soft cheeks as I studied her perfect face.
“No other woman’s ever gotten me flustered like you have.”
“Leaving you in Little Rock was one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done,” she whispered. “This thing between us feels like madness.”
I removed my hat and tossed it on the nearby chair. My shirt came off next. Lula’s fingers were on my flesh immediately. Her desire gave me permission to stop holding back.
Lula’s breath caught the moment my lips claimed hers. Our kiss was deep and urgent. My hands framed her face before stroking her soft throat. I felt greedy, wanting to touch every inch of her body right this very second.
As our lips remained pressed together, I slid her bra straps off her shoulders. Lula’s hands teasing my chest felt great. I literally growled like a damn dog when she removed them to unsnap her bra.
As soon as the fabric dropped to the floor, my hands cupped her tits. Lula moaned approvingly. I mimicked her when she teased my nipples and then moved to the button on my jeans.
“Whoa,” I mumbled after tugging my lips free. “We should slow down.”
“No, not really,” Lula replied casually as she knelt and brushed her lips across the bulge in my jeans. Standing up, she explained, “Dillon will be home in less than two hours. I don’t know about you, but I want more than a single fuck before that happens.”
“I want to savor this incredible body,” I said, squeezing her tits.
“This will no doubt sound strange coming from me since I’m a lawyer who argues everything to death, but you’re overthinking this situation. Just shut up and get naked. I’ve had an ache between my legs since you walked into my house earlier.”
My fingers sank into her hair as Lula stripped down my jeans. I wasn’t sure how to tell this woman no, or if I even wanted to slow down. I guess I worried Lula might be testing me. I wouldn’t be thinking so much with any other woman. With Lula feeling like a prize, I feared fucking up a shot at something great.
Once my jeans were on the ground next to hers, I realized I was putting roadblocks when I ought to be crashing through every barrier.
My hands cradled her jaw, bringing her upward so our lips could meet. I kissed her deeply, no longer holding back, completely breathing in this incredible woman. I wantedeverything she had to offer. I was dying to show her everything I was inside.
