Except her.
Adrenaline courses through my veins as I stop denying myself the hope of a future. Floodgates open, tableaux of warmth and happiness filling my mind.
Lucy’s diamond rings sparkling in Christmas tree lights…
Katarina and I holding each other’s newborns…
Tiny feet tracking sand into the entryway of the beach house…
Mine.Lucy’s mine.Nobody else will ever touch her.
I’ll drag them to hell myself if they do.
Chapter twenty-two
“Are you sure you can’t come with me today?” Sasha asks, pausing from trailing kisses from my core to my navel to look up at me. “I really want you to meet Kat.”
Propping myself up on my elbows, I look down at the man who just rocked my world with his tongue. His lazy grin would be enough to bring anyone to their knees, but knowing that his hair is disheveled frommygrip while he was between my legs, and his mouth and chin are glistening frommyarousal has me ready to go for round two.
“You do realize you’re talking about your sister with my cum still on your chin.”
Sasha sits up and scrunches his nose before lying down beside me on the bed. “You’re right, let’s change the subject.” He pauses to roll me into his arms and kisses the top of my head as he grabs a handful of my ass. “Like how we finally have a day off, and you haveplans.”
I sigh, regretting ever agreeing to meet with Lawrence today. I would prefer to go with Sasha and meet Kat. I would prefer to doanythingwith Sasha. I’ve become rather attached to theman currently squeezing the hell out of my ass cheek. I almost canceled my lunch meeting when he asked me last night if I would be free. His sister has been gone since he and I first started working together, and I know he’s dying for me to meet her. I can tell she's extremely important to Sasha. In fact, it almost makes me jealous to think about another woman meaning so much to him, sister or not. Maybe it’s because I’m an only child, but the thought of having to compete for his affection has me seeing red.
“I’m sorry, maybe we could go tomorrow? Or sometime soon. I really do want to meet her. She means so much to you and…”
Sasha interrupts me, grabbing my chin and bringing my gaze to his. “Youmean so much to me, Lucy. That’s why I want you to meet her. I just want to introduce you to my family, baby.”
Before I can respond, he brings his lips to mine, and I immediately open for him. I’m past the point of caring about my morning breath. I certainly don’t care about his. And the taste of my cum lingering on his tongue has me dripping yet again. He pulls me closer as he deepens our kiss, but doesn’t take things any further. Sashalovesto kiss me, and he’s rarely in a hurry when he does, even if it never leads to anything. Even when I can feel the effect it has on him, pressing hard against my body. He’ll lie in bed with me forever with us wrapped in each other’s arms.
When he finally breaks our kiss, he does it with so much love in his eyes that I can hardly stand it. Neither of us has said those three magic words, but I do. My love for him is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. And Iknowhe feels it too. It may have taken him some time to let his walls down, but ever since our little getaway to the beach, he’s finally stopped fighting this thing between us. I’m not sure why he ever felt the need in the first place. The whole “I’m not a relationship kind of guy” seems beneath him. Especially since he’s so mature for his age.I’ve never met another twenty-two-year-old man who carries themselves quite like Sasha does.
With one last kiss to my head, he rolls out of bed, and I sigh like a lovesick teenage girl as I watch his erect cock bob with each step he takes toward the closet. He walks back out with clothes for both of us, chuckling when he catches me practically drooling over his chiseled, naked body.
“Come on, baby. I may have had my breakfast, but we need to get you fed. Or at least get some coffee in your system.”
I make quick work of getting myself ready for the day with the promise of coffee, and by the time I walk into the kitchen, Sasha is pouring me a cup.
“Here you go,” he says, handing me my morning happy juice. “You start with this, and I’ll whip up some breakfast.”
Taking the cup, I lean against a counter and watch as he maneuvers around the kitchen, preparing our meal.God, I love a man who cooks, especially when his ass looks like that.
Sasha turns, chuckling when he catches me ogling him for the second time in the past fifteen minutes. Turning the burner off, he walks toward where I’m propped on the counter, boxing me in with his arms as he kisses up my neck until he finds my lips. It’s brief but passionate enough to steal my breath, and my arms instinctively wrap around his waist. “You like what you see, Sunshine?”
I nod, biting my lower lip as I stare up into his eyes.
He moves one of his hands to cup my chin, and uses his thumb to free my bottom lip. “I’m all yours, baby.” He pulls me up for a chaste kiss. “And trust me, I can’t get enough of you either, pretty girl.”
Like always, Sasha’s breakfast is incredible. I don’t know if it’s because he’s making it or what, but everything he prepares is always justbetter. And it doesn’t hurt that my company is asexy-as-hell man who makes me orgasm almost as much as he makes me laugh.
I’m still in my pajamas when he walks out of the room dressed for the day. He’s casual in a pair of jeans and a short-sleeved white T-shirt that has my mouth watering. Anything he puts on looks fantastic on him, especially when you know how he looks underneath it.
“I’m going to miss you,” he says, walking over to where I’m cozied up on the couch. He leans down to kiss me goodbye, and the feel of his lips on mine has me on the verge of canceling my plans yet again. “But I look forward to getting back home and making up for all the time we'll be apart.”
An email notification on my phone distracted me from getting ready for lunch, and I’ve been staring at it for ten minutes now, feeling every emotion all at once. The hair from MJ’s bow was a match.I’m a Sinclair.I can’t stop the tears as I feel the onslaught of pain knowing that my dad cheated on his wife to have me, and that he’s dead.Fuckhim for doing that to…Blanche.Oh my God,Blanche.Not only did this asshole cheat and get another woman pregnant, then ignore the fucking kid for her entire life, but he also cheated on an absolute gem of a human being. Someone who’s been nothing but kind, if a little quirky, to me since I moved here. She’sobsessedwith Henry Sinclair Jr. and seems to venerate his memory…there’s no way she knows he was unfaithful. Unless my mom was a part of one of the orgies or orgy-adjacent experiences that it seems like the Sinclairs tookpart in. I mean, Blanche honored my preferences not to have other females in our scenes for the film, but she’s made it clear that she doesn’t share my proclivities.
With my face still bare of makeup and only half of my clothes on, the alarm on my phone blares my final warning that I need to leave or I’ll be late. I’m not sure what I’ll say to Lawrence, if anything, about what I just found out. I need time to process. Figure out how I’m going to avoid breaking Blanche’s heart…or making all of her children hate me as their bastard half sister.Fuck.Any relief I felt at finally having a name in my mind instead of just “sperm donor” is replaced with nausea at the thought of hurting any of the Sinclairs.Fuck, fuck.I need to get it together. The only thing I can do now is go and try to enjoy lunch with the first person who was nice to me on this stupid trip…Fuck.
