My stomach flips. I grip the wheel, preparing to do a U-turn. “Shit. Sorry, Lucy. I can take us somewhere else.”
She turns to me with a smile. “Don’t. It feels good coming back here with the man I love. Look at me now, bitches. I’m Lucy goddamn Barone.”
I grin and pull over in front of the motel, then turn and cup her face. “Only you would say such a thing. You’re so goddamn brave. It’s why I love you.”
We head inside the dingy motel, and what a picture we must make, me covered in blood, and Lucy wrapped in my suit jacket, her stocking tops peeking out beneath.
“Your bridal suite, please,” I tell the receptionist. There’s a spider web behind him up on the ceiling, and the pattern has worn off the linoleum beneath our feet.
The man behind the front desk stares at me, my joke going right over his head. “No bridal suite. Single or double rooms only.”
“Then we’ll take a single room. Can you send champagne up?”
Beside me, Lucy smothers a giggle.
The receptionist gestures over my shoulder at the vending machine. “There’s soda.”
I take the key, feed some money into the machine, and punch the buttons for two cans of soda. We head back outside and along the covered walkway to our room. I’ve put Antonio’s Mercedes out back where it won’t be visible from the street.
We sit on the creaky mattress and toast each other with our sodas.
“To us, and the fact that we’re still breathing. Sorry that there’s no bridal suite.”
Lucy takes a sip of her soda and puts it aside. “I don’t need a bridal suite. I just need you.”
Somehow I manage to put my soda on the nightstand while I’m kissing Lucy. I push my jacket from her shoulders and tug the pins from her hair so that her curls tumble down her back. Now she looks more like the Lucy I know and love.
“Will you wear your hair down when you marry me?”
She smiles. “You haven’t asked me to marry you.”
“So I haven’t.” I slide my hand between her legs and groan when I feel how soaked she is through her thong. “Holy hell, Lucy.”
“I’ve been turned on ever since you killed Andreas,” she pants. “You avenged me. You protected me. Please don’t make me wait.”
I can’t refuse Lucy when she pleads so sweetly. Slowly and gently, I loosen and undo Lucy’s bridal lingerie, kissing her body as I go. I want to wipe away all the pain in Lucy’s heart after what Andreas did to her when he tore at the lace on her body. The tight corset slips from her ribs, and I hold my future wife in my arms as I press kisses to her naked breasts. Next comes the suspender belt and filmy white stockings, and then I finally ease her thong down over her legs.
“So beautiful,” I murmur, pressing kisses to her inner thighs. Lucy has her hands buried in my hair, and she’s gazing at me with love filling her eyes.
Finally, we have everything we want.
I sit up and wrap my hand around my iron-hard cock, lining myself up against her slippery pussy. “Beg for me, my love.”
“I’ve been begging for you all my life.”
I grin wickedly down at her. I’m enjoying the tension strung tight between us. I want to know if she’s ready for me, and that she really wants this after everything she’s been though with Andreas and today’s violence.
“Please,please,” she whispers, dragging her nails down the sparse black hairs and the viper tattoo on my forearm.
Her sweet, breathy voice undoes me, and I push into her. Lucy gasps and clutches my shoulders, and I groan as I feel her tight grip on my shaft. Finally, there’s nothing between us.
“You feel like you were made for me,” I whisper, moving in and out of her. I let out a deep, slow, “Mmm. That’s my girl.”
After just a few thrusts, Lucy’s already looking hazy-eyed and her cries are growing sharper. “Don’t stop. I want you so much. Please don’t stop.”
Her gaze flickers to the door, and I know she’s worried about someone coming in here and interrupting us or killing us.
“Lucy. Look at me,” I command. “Only at me.”
