“Lucas, please, you’re going to make me come. Please …” I wanted to say ‘please stop,’ but it wasn’t coming out at all. Lucas straightened, unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to his knees. Then he backed me against the sink and, spreading me wide open, entered me hard and quick.
“I love being buried inside you.” He had a possessed look in his eyes I had never seen before as he thrust harder and harder like he couldn’t get deep enough. I realized then what he was doing—he was claiming me. The mention of Marc rattled him, and this was his way of taking back what was his.
The entire time, he never took his eyes off mine. We were in a public place with most of our clothes on, but I never felt more intimate or exposed.
I was already close, and with the force he was using to plow into me, it wouldn’t take long for me to come.
“Lucas … I’m going to … Oh, God, Lucas!” I bit into the shoulder material of his suit jacket so I wouldn’t scream.
“That’s it, baby. Give me everything … I love making you come …” Lucas followed immediately, growling my name like a prayer and pulling my head into his chest as he filled me up. It was like he wanted me to take every last drop as if he was marking me.
After we stopped panting, Lucas put his finger under my chin to lift my face and gave me a sweet, gentle kiss.
“My girlfriend is so pretty.” He ran his finger down my cheek and gave me a big smile.
My heart melted, but my stomach dropped—maybe I assumed when I shouldn’t have.
“Lucas, I didn’t mean to … I mean I’m not pressuring you or anything. It’s that—”
Lucas put a finger on my lips and laughed. “My girl likes to ramble, and she can’t see what’s been obvious all along.” He took my face in his hands and gave me light kisses on my cheeks, my eyelids, and my forehead.
I wanted to tell him how much I loved him—that I never thought I could feel as much for anyone as I did for him. But I couldn’t. Not because I was afraid I wouldn’t hear it back, but because I didn’t want him to think it was a knee-jerk response to an encounter with one of Marc’s friends.
Instead, I put my arms around his neck and told him, “Thank you, for making me feel alive and happier than I have ever been in my entire life.” He smiled and leaned his forehead against mine.
“Right back at you, Baby Girl.”
Nineteen
Lucas
“C’mon guys, dinner is ready!”Sam called out from the kitchen.
Bella and I finished watchingFrozenin the living room. I promised her when I took them for ice cream last week we could watch it when I came over. It wasn’t awful, and I was surprised that fucking song they played every five minutes on the radio didn’t annoy me.
I supposed most guys would be put off by a woman with a kid, but Bella was easy to love—like her mother. The more time I spent with Bella, the more I could tell she was a mini Sam. Bella was a shy and timid little thing until you made an effort to get to know her. Now, whenever she saw me, her eyes lit up and she ran over to give me a hug. I loved it, and now had a big soft spot growing for this little girl.
Bella took my hand and led me to the table. This was the first time I’d been to Sam’s house—the house she used to share with Marc—something I tried like hell not to think about. All the other times I saw Bella, we’d met up somewhere. Marc was a jackass for not appreciating how good he had it, but no one was happier than I was that he was gone.
“Did you like the movie, Lucas?” Bella asked me once we sat down. I could tell by the way she was bouncing she wanted me to say I loved it. I couldn’t look into those big, light-brown eyes and disappoint her.
“It was awesome, and I knew Prince Hans was a douche—I mean not really a nice guy.” I looked over at Sam as she was bringing food over to the table and mouthed ‘sorry.’ She laughed and shook her head. Sam had on tight black yoga pants and an even tighter gray Yankees T-shirt. I loved how she filled that shirt out, and that defecting to Queens didn’t make her a Mets fan. She turned around and bent over to get dinner out of the oven, and I had to look away. I shouldn’t have been thinking about all the bad things those tight pants made me want to do to her right after discussing a Disney movie with a five-year-old.
“See, Mommy? I told you Lucas would love it,” Bella told Sam as she put dinner on the table. The big smile spread across Bella’s face was worth the white lie. “This is my favorite dinner. Mommy got it from Rachael Ray’s show, and she makes it all the time.”
I raised an eyebrow at Sam. “I didn’t know you were a Rachael Ray fan.”
She narrowed her eyes at me and folded her arms. “Why is that so surprising? She has good ideas for quick dinners, which is good for a working mom.” I felt like I just got scolded. It was kinda hot.
I held my hands up in defeat. “Relax, I wasn’t hating on Rachael. Dinner looks delicious.”
Sam was still scowling at me but said, “thank you” and strode back into the kitchen.
Bella whispered to me, “Don’t say anything bad about Rachael Ray. She gets mad.”
Not only was Bella adorable, but she was also turning out to be a valuable little insider. What else could I get her to tell me about Sam that I didn’t already know?
I looked around the table and was shocked at how normal this felt—having dinner with the two special girls who were now in my life. Being at home with them made it feel a lot more real than sitting at a restaurant table.
