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“You’ve got me under your thumb, do you, Lucy?” I say with a laugh. “You’re good at getting what you want from me. And you’re good at dancing. So keep doing both,” I tell her. I meant to wait till after, but I can’t stand it anymore. I want her to know that I value her happiness above everything else. “I don’t want to keep you from anything. If you find something you love, let it take as much of your time as you like.” I pray that it means I’ll still get time with her…I don’t know how I would stay away. But this is all the strength I have to tell her that if she wants to leave me, she can. I already said as much before, but I need to reiterate that I truly mean it.
And now I have. “Now cum for me, Lucy,” I say, slamming my cock deep in her. I feel her pussy squeeze around my cock and her little screams are music to my ears.
I’m close to cumming, but this time I want to pull out and do it on those sexy tits. I can’t lie, seeing other men ogling them has left me with a deep urge to unload a gallon of cum all over them and make them solely mine for the night. She said she wanted to cum and then sleep…and I probably shouldn’t be super gluing her to me so I’ll have to help her clean it off, but I can’t help myself.
When I feel her shuddering stop, I pull o
ut.
Lucy gasps.
Oh, baby girl, you have no idea how filthy I can be. I’ve only just started fucking you.
I may be done for the night when I finish cumming on her tits, but so long as I'm fucking Lucy, I’m going to show her the very meaning of sin. I’ll kiss, lick, suck, and cum all over her perfect body and hope that she never wants anyone else. I’ll never forget how earnestly she told me that she was glad she would never fuck anyone else. No fucking way anyone will fuck her the way I do. I don’t ever want us to find out.
My cock shoots ropes of cum on her tits, so much cum coming out of me that even I’m surprised. She looks so good covered in it that it almost makes my head spin a little.
Her soft pink tongue pokes out of her mouth and I don’t have to be told twice. I finish on her tongue, hearing her moan as she licks it up. I watch her lift her nipples up to her mouth and lick them.
I don’t know where the fuck that idea came from, but I never cease to be amazed by how perfectly Lucy’s mind works.
Lucy
The cold, unfeeling letters against the stone make me glad to have asked Gian to come with me to visit Tommy. I asked him to come with me, and I’ll go into Tommy’s room alone. My fingers feel safe inside Gian’s.
“Welcome to Sutherland Rehabilitation Facilities,” a woman in lavender scrubs greets us at reception.
“Hi,” I say with a little shake in my voice. Gian puts his other hand to the small of my back. “I’m Lucy Tomlinson, here to see Thomas Tomlinson, my brother.” I already feel less stressed and more excited because I want to see his face. I've never gone so long without seeing my brother’s face. I took care of him.
I’m glad someone else, a professional, or a team of them by the upscale looks of these facilities, was able to take care of Tommy for me. For a second I feel a brush of guilt, but I know that I need to let myself have my own life.
A strange life that is nothing like what I pictured for myself…but that’s the strange thing. Until my bother was taken care of, I had never really imagined what my life might look like if I could choose. When I thought I wanted to run far away from Gian, I imagined that my brother and I would go live boring lives in some small town until we were creaky and old.
But now I've quit my job at the diner, and I don’t have my apartment anymore. I have a friend. A probably married boyfriend. My life isn’t anything like what I imagined. But now I have hope and the possibility to figure out just what I want that to be.
And the idea that someone else is married to Gian sours everything in my stomach instantly. The weight of it hits me and when I’m following the nurse to Tommy’s room, I look back at Gian with pleading eyes as he sits down in the waiting area at reception.
Maybe I can’t have the one thing I never knew that I wanted because Gian must belong to someone else.
I feel so stupid. I can’t be thinking about this now. What if the worry reads all over my face and it upsets Tommy, who has already been through so much?
I inhale deeply and look at the closed door the nurse leaves me at.
I walk in with a smile on my face. Tommy looks clean and well taken care of, but he looks utterly exhausted. He also looks pissed when he sees me, which takes me aback.
“Luce, I can’t believe you let that asshole throw me in this place,” Tommy says, gritting his teeth and looking up at me with narrowed eyes. “And if you’re fucking him, I don’t want to believe that either. But I can’t believe I’m finally sober,” Tommy says and I hear his voice crack. “I feel like I haven’t seen myself or my own life in years, Luce, thank you so much. But there’s something that I have to tell you,” Tommy says, reaching out for my hand.
I sit down in the chair next to his bed and hold his hand. It feels warm and clean and makes me breathe so much easier.
“Lucy, Giancarlo Sandoval’s crazy wife and this other dude I owed money to, this biker Luke Gravos, they wanted me to kill their husbands. They were promising to erase my debts and make me a wealthy man,” Tommy says this, and I see him searching my eyes for something.
My reaction? To see if I knew this already?
I can’t breathe for a second and I’m so confused.
The note…it wasn’t about how he owed Gian more than anyone else. It was because that’s who these women wanted him to cross off first. The idea of Gian being hurt terrifies me. The idea that someone who should care about him — whoever this wife of his is — orchestrating the hurt kills me. And Tommy, a killer? That’s almost too much for me to handle and I can’t say anything right now. I should. My lips part and nothing comes out.
“I just wanted to give us a better life, Luce. I didn’t want to do it. I couldn’t exactly say no to them. But…Gian told me that it has been taken care of. He told me yesterday, on the phone, he told me everything.” Tommy squeezes my hand again. “Lucy, do you trust Giancarlo Sandoval? Can we trust this guy?”
