“Go get your shit, baby. We’ve got errands to run.” I smile over my shoulder at him as I go upstairs to get my purse and shoes.
“You have a ridiculously adorable grin on your face. I’m guessing my annoying cousin put it there.” At this point, ‘annoying cousin’ is her term of endearment for Luca because she’s smiling when she says it. I know her better than anyone, and she’s not nearly as bothered by the situation as she’s pretending to be.
But I still need to make sure. She’s been my best friend formost of my life, and I don’t want things to be weird for her. “Are you really okay with this, Lil?”
“I’m okay with whatever makes you happy. And for a naturally happy person, in spite of everything, you’re even happier now. Honestly, I thank Zeus or Thor or whoever sent Luca here because he’s like the piece that was missing from your puzzle.” She wraps me in a big hug. “I think he was a piece that was missing from all of our puzzles, but yours is where he was needed the most.”
“I’m glad I punched Parker back in kindergarten. I wouldn’t have any of you if I had just ignored him messing with you.”
“Yeah, you’re still my hero. Even if he’s not such a jerk anymore.”
“He was never a jerk, Lil. He was having a bad day.”
“Whatever. He hardly talks to me, so I wouldn’t know anyway.”
Because he’s in love with you. But it’s not my place to tell her that, and it’s technically not my secret so I don’t count it as one of the few I’m keeping from her. Maybe one day, he’ll pull his head out of his corduroy-wearing ass and admit his feelings for her.
And maybe one day he’ll keep a fucking Tamagotchi alive for more than a week. Anything’s possible, right?
Lil and I meet Luca at the bottom of the stairs, where he’s standing with his arms crossed, looking like he was about five seconds away from coming to track us down.
We grab coffee at a nearby drive-thru before stopping to pick up bowling shoes and balls for Luca. He has such big feet and hands and fingers. And his cock…
Fuck. My panties should not be getting wet in a freaking sporting goods store. And I swear Luca can read my mind because he catches my gaze with fire in his eyes, and his lips curl into a sexy grin.
If panties could melt off, they would be a puddle on the floor.
“Whatcha thinking about?” He whispers, pulling me back against his torso while we wait at the register. Lil’s wandering around like the feral shopper she is.
I know my cheeks are red. They feel like they’re on fire. “Nothing,” I lie.
“Mmmhmmm.” He leans down so his lips are next to my ear. “You sure you’re not thinking about last night? Your hand wrapped around my cock and my fingers in your pussy?”
I can’t hold back the low moan that escapes me. Turning my head so my lips are against his ear, I whisper, “You don’t play fair.” A shiver runs down his body and his cock starts to harden against my back. It hardens a little more when I nibble on his lobe.
His voice is growly when he grits out, “Neither do you, baby.”
The store employee clears his throat, and now my face is an inferno. We grab Luca’s stuff, then harass Lil until she finally picks out a new pair of sneakers so we can move on with our day.
Word got out at home that we’re running errands, and now we have a list of shit to pick up for people. Before long, the back is full of Dad’s suits, three bags of yarn for Becca, and approximately three thousand throw pillows Mom ordered. Sadly, none have Nicholas Cage’s face on them.
By the time we’re done with the extra errands tossed our way, we’re starving. Lil and I introduce Luca to our favorite sandwich place. It’s the only place where I can order a cheesesteak and not worry about coming across meat that makes me gag.
We finally make it to the grocery store and get everything on my list for Callie’s cake, along with a lot of stuff not on our list.
Luca stays closer to me than he ever has before, and we can’t stop holding hands or touching all day. He tucks my hair behind my ear. He kisses my temple and forehead. He threads his fingers through mine. He rests his hand on my hip and slips it into my back pocket.
I rest my head on his chest or bicep. I trail my finger down his arms. I lean against him when we stop moving long enough.
Donna grins as she scans all of our groceries. “Maybe it’s a good thing Marco picked this one to follow you around,” she says with a wink.
She’s not wrong.
Chapter 43
Hans is such a douchebag
Ariana
