Page 65 of Sweet Spot

He glanced at me with a brief smile. Then he brought the back of my hand to his lips, pressing the lightest kiss to it before holding it in his lap and staring down at our interlocked fingers.

“I shouldn’t have moved him away from Philly.”

“Lukas, you had to do what you – ”

“No. I didn’t have to. I commuted from Philly to New York for the first year. I had an offer from the biggest real estate group in the city and I had to take it. I was drowning in student debt, credit card debt, back rent. But I didn’t want to take Wyatt out of school. He was finally having a great time. So I chose to commute two hours each way.”

“Was Cam working in New York, too?”

Lukas shook his head. “No, he took awhile to graduate. Failed some courses, needed extra credits. For the first year of the company, I took his connections and built them into something big while he fucked around at school and apparently started… some sort of relationship with Tess.” His jaw clenched tight and his hand on the table formed a fist. “I didn’t realize it because I was working so much, but apparently he was trying to sleep with her so he’d swing by the apartment, pressure her to drink with him. He got her so drunk a few times she forgot to pick up Wyatt from school. And those mistakes always triggered her depression. She’d beat herself up, convince herself she was a bad person, and when she was in one of those moods, Cam would always swoop in and ‘take care’ of her, but really, he was just molding her to do whatever he wanted because he knew she was at her most vulnerable. I didn’t realize he was stringing her along for years until a few months ago, when she broke and told me everything.”

I cursed under my breath, feeling sick to my stomach. I hated Cam for taking advantage of a girl who was doing her best to be unbroken. She was a teenager who’d spent most of her life raising and worrying for her little brother. She’d sacrificed a normal life so Wyatt would have a fighting chance at one. If I were in her place, I could imagine feeling weak sometimes, lonely and in need of support. The fact that Cam offered it just to mask his shitty intentions made my blood boil.

“Long story short, I made the mistake of uprooting everyone,” Lukas murmured, letting go of a heavy breath. “My grandma always used to say, ‘The way we start doesn’t have to be the way we end,’ and I hung onto that the entire time I was saving up for this new life for us. I was so fucking excited to have a brand new slate and a fresh start where we were financially stable, where I could give Wyatt a birthday party and a big Christmas. I thought all that was worth taking him out of school in Philly, and I really believed he’d eventually love it. But he just didn’t adjust.

“When he was twelve, I started to realize he had the same tendencies as Tess, in terms of falling into depression. When he was thirteen, he started therapy. He switched schools. But I knew from the teachers that he was getting bullied again at this one, and I was ready to beat the parents of those kids into the fucking ground, but Cam told me that’d only make it worse for Wyatt. But I felt helpless.” Pain twisted his handsome face as he stared forward, his hands grasping at something at something intangible in the air. “I felt so fucking helpless and he wouldn’t talk to me anymore, so I didn’t know what – ” He cut off and shook his head, dropping his hands helplessly into my lap. His eyes were wet as he gave a bitter laugh toward the ceiling. “The best part is I went to work happy that morning because I thought he was in a good mood. It was his birthday and he said he was four years away from the age I was when I sued for custody of them. He said thank you, he said he was proud of me. And he hugged me so hard.” His voice fell to a whisper I could hear the agony in as he went on. “He just seemed so happy. He was smiling at breakfast, but by lunch he was gone. He cut his wrists in his room.”

I choked on a sharp breath, tears streaming from my eyes without warning. “Lukas, I’m so sorry,” I whispered, pulling him to me and hugging him tight. “I’m so, so sorry.”

I didn’t know what else to say. It wasn’t his fault, it wasn’t Tess’s and it wasn’t Wyatt’s. I couldn’t think of a single thing to say to comfort him because I could hardly stomach the story myself, so I hugged him tight and feathered kisses on his forehead. He wasn’t crying, but he let me hold him and he accepted my comfort. For so long, his expression was stony, unmoving, but finally he looked up at me and held my cheek. With a glassy gaze, he studied me unabashedly for several seconds. His eyes took their time on each part of my face, from my eyes to my cheeks, then my nose and my lips. When he brought his eyes back to mine, he kissed me.

“Thank you,” he murmured, brushing a couple strands of hair that had matted to my wet cheeks. He kissed me again before breathing out words that warmed my body from head to toe. “I needed you today,” he said softly, his forehead on mine. “I didn’t even know how bad. I’m just so fucking glad you’re here.”

24

LIA

By the time we made a second stop, it was dark out. We had stayed hours in that diner, and another thirty minutes in the parking lot. He had pulled me onto his lap in the driver’s seat and we had sat there together in silence for a bit, my head on his chest and his arms wrapped around me tight. “This feels good,” he had murmured, running a hand through my hair as I listened to the beat of his heart.

Once we were back on the road, Lukas seemed almost fully recovered, so when we stopped again, this time at the side of a dark road, I feared something was wrong.

“Are you okay?” I whispered as he reached for me again, pulling me onto his lap. But instead of hugging me to his chest this time, he pulled my mouth to his, parting my lips with his tongue and sweeping it in long strokes against mine. I immediately fell into his kiss, moaning into his mouth as he grabbed handfuls of my ass under my skirt. The moment I felt his dick harden underneath me, I yanked at my T-shirt, un-tucking it from my short, pleated skirt and whipping it over my head.

“No,” Lukas said gruffly as I reached to unbutton my skirt. “Keep it on. I want you to keep this little skirt on while I fuck you.”

My lips curved against his, his words turning me on so hard I found myself ripping at his belt. Undoing its buckle, I flicked open the button of his jeans, jerking the zipper down and whispering yes when I held his heavy cock in my hands. Lifting my hips on his lap, I pulled my panties aside and rubbed his flared tip against my wet length.

“Do it. Put it in your pussy, baby,” Lukas murmured as he played with my tits, cupping them in his hands, kissing and licking them. When I sank down on his dick, he groaned against my skin, biting my nipple and groaning when I let out a little yelp. To ease the sting, he sucked on it gently, swirling his tongue over my tight peak and giving a muffled chuckle as my pussy pulsed tighter around him. “Fuck, I love watching you ride me,” he exhaled when he leaned back, his eyes blazing as they trailed from my lips to my breasts to my skirted hips circling him. “Come here.” Grabbing me, he pulled me closer. His green eyes were intense on mine as he squeezed my ass, spreading my pussy and controlling my pace on top of his cock. “This is all I need,” he breathed. “All I need is you. No one makes me feel like this. You make me feel so fucking good, Lia. So. Fucking. Good.”

I wanted to analyze his words but there was no way to in that moment. I was stretched unbelievably tight around him, his cock so deep inside me I could feel him in my stomach. My nails dug in the leather of his seat as I felt his every inch and every ridge. I closed my eyes, too breathless to kiss him but his mouth didn’t take no for an answer, catching mine with authority and sucking on my bottom lip.

“Lukas,” I hissed when I pulled away. “I can’t handle it.”

“Handle what?”

How good you feel. How I don’t know how long I’ll even feel you for. How fucking crazy you make me without even trying. I shook my head.

“I can’t,” I whimpered as he reclined the chair, hooking his fingers into the waist of my skirt and sliding me up and down the length of his wet cock. “You make me feel too good,” I moaned softly as he caught my breast with his mouth, swirling his tongue all over me.

“Likewise, baby. You’re so fucking sweet,” Lukas groaned. “I can’t get enough of you. I can’t sleep unless I’m holding you and I wake up in the middle of the fucking night wanting you. You’re all I think about anymore,” he rasped. “All I ever want is you.” He gritted his teeth, moving me quicker over his shaft. “You make everything better. I’m fucking addicted to you,” he growled, his features tightening as my body shivered over his.

I’m addicted too, I wanted to say but the shockwave of ecstasy hit me out of nowhere and sensing it, Lukas pumped faster inside me, sliding my pussy to the tip of his cock and holding me still so he could thrust upward inside me. I cried out with his every push till I pitched forward onto his chest, gasping, making every kind of noise as I came all over his cock. As if the sensation weren’t enough, I felt him get harder inside me, stretching me in the midst of my orgasm.

“I’m going to come,” Lukas rasped desperately.

“Come for me,” I whispered, gasping for air. “Come inside me.”

With those words from my lips, I felt him explode under me, his pleasure bursting hot in my body. I savored his every aftershock, reveled in the words he whispered to me between every kiss he slammed over my mouth. You’re fucking amazing… you’re so beautiful… you’re my weakness. So many sweet words grouped in threes but none that matched the three spinning in my own lovesick head.