“Abigail, I love this news. Really, I do. Even when you were a little girl having tea parties in the garden and my sons were running endlessly around. I wanted you and Lucas to eventually end up together,” Mrs. Kade—Sofia—explains.
We’re sitting at Smokey Java’s with salad and mugs of tea. I sit there with a neutral smile on my face, listening to her.
“Why do I feel a but coming?”
“Lucas mentioned you don’t want children.”
Ah, there it is.
“True. I don’t see myself having children, but it doesn’t mean I don’t like children. Theo is a special kid,” I explain, but I already know that it won’t be enough for her.
“I would only hope that you two are not just having fun. Maybe it can be more. But I always thought Lucas would want more children. He is such a great father and was so happy when Isabella was pregnant and had Theo.”
That thought sends a twinge of jealousy through me.
“I understand. But I just don’t have an urge to have a child. And Lucas is a great dad. I have no problem with Theo. I know he and Lucas are a package deal,” I assure her.
“I am not going to push. It is the 21stcentury so views of children have changed and that’s okay. Children just grow fast, and I don’t want Lucas to have regret. I’m his mother, I am just concerned,” she explains.
“Okay. But we have only been together a little bit, maybe it’s too early for everyone to get worked up over this?”
“Oui, but if you have any doubts then please be careful with both of their hearts,” she mentions in a tender way. Her eyes looking into her mug of tea.
“I understand,” I answer.
“Bien. I won’t say more,” she states.
I do admire her for her honesty and the fact she isn’t coming off harsh or with an agenda. She is a genuine soul.
“Anyhow, I love your lingerie choices.” She winks at me, and my head stops in its tracks.
I am slightly taken aback as I don’t understand when she would have seen my lingerie. Then I remember Lucas mentioned she found my bra in the laundry room.
My head turns away and slightly flushes red. I never thought I would be speaking with her about this.
“I am not having this conversation,” I mutter to myself in disbelief.
Sofia places a hand on mine on the table. “You should go to Veronica at the boutique on fifth. She always has the most beautiful things. Go, it will be my treat.”
I nearly spit out my tea. Clearing my throat, I say, “I am not going lingerie shopping with you. I’ve known you my whole life and you are Lucas’s mother.” I always knew she was open and not afraid to say things, but this is uncomfortable. Although, it will forever be imprinted in my head as a great story to share.
“Okay. But really, go every few months to pick out something special. My son will love it.” She brings her shoulders up to her ears in delight.
I shake my head into my hand.
“Sure,” is all I manage to say.
* * *
Lucas arrivesat my place and quickly walks me into my room where he pushes me on the bed and tugs my jeans off before relentlessly going down on me. The mere feeling of his lips nearly touching my thighs sends tickles to all points in my body. Creating heat in me and spilling thick silk between my legs.
“Lucas, I am going to come if you don’t stop,” I moan as my body arches up to his mouth, but his hands push my thighs down to get a better angle. His tongue is coated in my juices as he slides it up and down my sex. Hitting my clit perfectly on every stroke.
“I want you to come on my face,” he mumbles against my skin. My hands fist his hair as I let my body cede to him.
My loud O escapes my mouth as I begin to spasm around him and energy spirals to my core. Leaving me to shudder then shake. His gorgeous grin greets my eyes when I finally manage to look down as his head slithers up my body with a goofy look, because I know he is proud of his work. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and that sight makes me yearn more for him, as it is so damn sexy.
“What was that?” I murmur as my arms pull him to me before our mouths meet for a messy kiss where I can taste what he did to me.
