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The confession tore at my soul. I knew the things that Lucas had survived for me, I knew what he had done, what he’d been forced to do…all for me… I knew what he was capable of doing…for me…
I rolled my head. As much as I wanted to hold him, to cling to him, I knew something else. He needed this. He needed to feel in control at this moment. The morning had taken that from him. I’d taken that from him. In taking off this morning without Francis and Fluffy, without the protection from his past he feared would one day destroy him, I’d taken from him his strength, his purpose.
His issues were fucked u
p and sometimes they scared me, but we would sort them out. Together. We would spend the rest of our lives getting them sorted out. Until he didn’t fear for anything except the possibility of running out of toilet paper…
Until then…I would willingly suffer the most intense, wild, animalistic fucking only he could give.
“You saved me,” I panted, my orgasm rushing at me. “You saved me.”
A dark need filled his eyes, thunderous and compelling, and then he snared one of my hands with one of his, threaded our fingers, and pressed his face into the side of my neck. “I love you so fucking much, Ronnie.” He slammed deeper into me, stretching me to my limit. Pleasure and pain became indivisible. One. Just as surely as Lucas and I were one. “So…much.”
I came on his last word, my pussy contracting around his cock, his name a screamed breath from my lips.
He drove into me, over and over, and then—his rhythm lost to wild rutting—he clawed at my ass, my hip, and threw back his head.
I felt his seed pour into me. Felt it pump from his cock in the most sublime, perfect connection ever.
Whimpering, I let go of the shower and clung to the front of his wet shirt. Holding on to him as tight as I could as we both exploded with pleasure.
By the time he slipped his spent cock from me, the water had run cold. Eyes closed, I lifted my face to the cool stream, reveling in the soft, icy kisses on my flushed cheeks.
Standing motionless, I drew in a deep breath. And then another as Lucas began to lick at my nipples again.
“Really?” I chuckled, utterly sated and already beginning to crave more.
“I will never get enough of your beautiful tits, babe.” He rubbed his thumbs over my nipples, his grin relaxed. His earlier angry edge was gone. In the shower with me now was the man who I’d been surprised to know even existed; the gentle, relaxed Lucas Pratt who knew how to braid hair, loved watching rom-coms with me, and knew exactly how to give the best foot massages ever.
The other Lucas would come back—the one who hated almost everything in the world, who would destroy it if it meant keeping me safe—but not until I, or someone else, provoked him.
I was in no rush. I loved every facet of Lucas, even that dangerous, dark, violent Lucas, and never feared him, but for now…
Well, suffice to say, we’d fucked him away.
“And I will never get enough of your incredible cock,” I replied, combing the wet strands of his hair hanging in his eyes back from his face. “Or your grilled cheese.”
He grunted out a laugh. “Are you telling me right now your hunger for food outweighs your hunger for me?”
I grinned, threading my fingers behind his neck before dropping a kiss on the end of his nose. “Yep.”
He let out a woebegone sigh. “Another thing I need to punish you for later.”
Kissing his nose again, I took his fingers in mind. “Deal. But after we eat. Well, after you get out of those wet clothes and then we eat. Honestly, Lucas, I don’t know what you were thinking walking into the shower like that.”
That dark light glinted in his eyes and he yanked me hard to his body. “I was thinking I need to fuck my woman so hard she forgets life beyond the walls of this room even exists.”
“Oh, in that case,” I brushed my lips over his, “it worked.”
Okay. So grilled cheese could wait. There was more fucking to be done.
Chapter 3
We resurfaced a few hours later. In that time, Fluffy had cooked dinner.
For the second-most intimidating person I’ve ever met, Fluffy sure knew how to cook a mean ratatouille. My horoscope that morning hadn’t told me I’d be eating dinner cooked by a Marine wearing a Kiss the Cook apron, while a puppy Doberman sat on my lap trying to steal the food off my plate. If it had, I would have done my nails.
My life was so surreal these days.
