Her breath caught and I knew she was close. Even after only a few weeks I knew her body’s patterns and rhythms.
And I knew I’d never forget them.
My hand moved from her hip to her mound, seeking her clit. The water gave me some resistance, but there would never be enough resistance to keep away from making Lily shatter.
And shatter she did, after only a few targeted circles of my thumb around her pulsating clit.
The sounds she makes when she comes, and the way she shudders around me, it’s always enough to make me blow, but I hung on this time. Trying to last, trying to stay hard and inside her as long as I possibly could.
Because, let’s face it, being hard and inside Lily Spaulding was my whole fucking world. The magnitude of that thought sent me over the edge, and I came deep inside her.
After abstaining, I couldn’t touch her enough, my hands roaming free as the aftershocks rocketed through us both.
My mouth sought hers…so soft, so sweet. And yet strong too, demanding. Wanting my tongue as much as I strove for hers. We danced, parrying and dodging, but in the end, both of us needing the other’s mouth so desperately.
My whole body leaned into hers, still joined, still deep inside her. I’d never thought the smell of chlorine could in any way be erotic, but oh how wrong I was.
“You won,” I said, holding her close. Never wanting to let her go.
“Oh, Lucas,” she said, her voice husky from her moans, “we’re all winners here.”
I hugged her even tighter, the water not even able to penetrate the nonexistent space between us.
“That we are,” I said. Kissing her lightly one last time, I looked into her eyes and repeated, “That we are.”
Chapter18
Lucas
“I thinkyou’ll be fine. There are some loose ends to tie up that will help if CPS decides to become more involved, but”—the lawyer who sat at his desk in front of me flipped through some papers—“we should be able to get the paperwork going right away to make you a legal guardian for…Andy.” He had to look at the paperwork to get Andy’s name right, which kind of pissed me off. But, I suppose, these guys saw lots of cases like this every day. Just because Andy was my main responsibility didn’t mean it was W. Stan Lansing’s.
Yeah, that was his name. Stick had found the guy. Said he was the top lawyer in town. I didn’t want to ask how Stick would know who was the best lawyer. Though I did clarify that I needed a family law guy, not a criminal lawyer.
Stick had just said, “Fuck you,” and given me old W. Stan’s business card.
“Thanks,” I said to W. Stan.
He nodded, already looking elsewhere on his desk, like for the next guy’s file.
And then, as if he remembered what they taught in law school about the lawyer’s equivalent of bedside manner, he looked me in the eye and said, “We’ll make this happen, Lucas. We’ll make sure little Andy is taken care of.”
I nodded. That was all I wanted—for Andy to have a shot.
I’d had mine—football. The tear of my shoulder, and then the torment of the taste for painkillers fucked up my shot.
But Andy had a clean slate, and I just wanted to make sure he had the best chance to keep the slate filled with choices.
If that choice was a clean and sober mother to raise him? Excellent.
If it was a big brother who gladly stepped in to pick up the slack because the mother wasn’t quite in top form? Well, yeah, that would work too.
But I wanted it on paper. I wanted it legal. I didn’t want CPS showing up in two years if my mom had a setback and yanking Andy out of the only home he’d known.
“We’ll have the papers drawn up for you to be guardian in the case that Ms. Kade is…” He looked at his notes. I wondered if “junkie” was written in the margins. “…indisposed. For whatever reason.” Yep. W. Stan was one smooth, pinstripe-wearing dude.
“Thanks,” I said.
“No problem.” He stood and reached a meaty hand across his desk for me to shake, which I did gladly. “Janine will talk to you about payments and scheduling and that kind of thing,” he said as he sat down, already dismissing me.
