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“Alright, I have my therapy session with Dr. Forrester,” I hear Hunter say from behind. “No one bother me for the next hour.”
I give a slight nod, hearing his steps heading towards his room. I hope Christina was being polite. I don’t care if brunch consists of diamond studded cupcakes with champagne consisting of golden flakes. I don’t want to go.
I hear stomping behind me and glance over my shoulder, seeing Seth in his running shorts and tank, arunner’sbelt around his waist. He leans over the sink, guzzling down water before splashing the liquid over his hair and face.
“Are you really going running? At this time?” I ask incredulously.
“Of course I’m running!” Seth shouts while slamming his fist onto the counter, scowling at me as if I’m this Alex Goode that has him all worked up.
I glare back at him, slowly rising from the couch. I have no clue what’s going on, or why the mention of Alex Goode has him all riled up, but I’m not going to be treated like a pushover. “I was just asking.” Ijutmy chin out and cross my arms, feeling as if we’ve suddenly been transported back to the beginning of the year, where the bros and I were consistently at war with each other. “It’s getting late. I was just worried.”
Seth’s gaze lowers and I watch the muscles in his arm and shoulders relax. “I know,” he murmurs with a slight shake of his head.
“Who is Alex Goode? How do you know him?”
Seth grimaces and shoves himself away from the sink. “He’s a fucking asshole.” I watch him stalk towards the door, slamming it behind him.
I release a sigh and look up at the ceiling, wondering if this is a one-time occurrence, or if I am going to have to deal with not only Lucas’s parents showing up around dinner, but also Seth’s bad attitude. I know he’s stressed about the marathon, but I don’t quite understand why. Although, Seth hasn’t told me how he obtained the money to be able to go with us toParis, only thathis coach knew there’s going to be a race and that Seth should join.
Part of me wonders if there’s more to it than that. But, knowing Seth, I suspect he’s not going to tell me. Simply asking him is bound to set him off and I am in a state where all I want is to come home to a happy, calm house after a hard day dealing with Lauren and my boss.
“They’re gone,” I hear Lucas call happily from the foyer.
“Did you see Seth?”
Lucas shakes his head while he strides inside, smiling brightly while reaching for me. His arm comes around my waist and he pulls me to him, nuzzling his nose against mine. “He must have taken the stairs. I was lazy and took the elevator.”
He goes to kiss me, but I push my hand against his chest. Before any kissing begins and continues, I need to talk to him about the way his mother spoke to me. Otherwise, it’ll probably brew within me until it explodes into an ugly mess. I don’t want Paris becoming any more tainted with bad experiences than it already has.
“Your mom acted kinda strange towards me,” I say, watching a hint of surprise and worry come over Lucas’s face.
He stares at me for a moment, before chuckling faintly and pulling me closer to him. “I wouldn’t worry about it,” he whispers. He places a kiss against my jaw, and I shudder with desire as he grazes his teeth against the sensitive part of my neck.
I grit my teeth, recalling the way Christina held my chin. “She was very aggressive, Lucas.” I scowl when he doesn’t say anything, his kissing getting sloppier, needier. “Lucas, stop,” I say angrily, sliding my hands between us and pushing him away again.
Lucas sighs in frustration, raking his hands through his hair furiously. “What, Rachel? What is it?”
“I’m trying to tell you something.” I wish Lucas was looking at me, yet he’s staring at the floor. “Your mother was quite rude to me in the kitchen. She said-”
“My parents are just like that.”
My mouth lingers open, trying to form the words, trying to tell Lucas that his mother thinks I’m nothing, that he will drop me soon. However, Lucas’s gaze silences me. There’s something broken in there that I don’t quite understand. Something I don’t think I will ever understand.
He steps towards me, taking me into his arms again. “Let’s not fight,” he whispers into my ear. “My parents always stress me out. Let’s just pretend they were never here and go back to what we were doing the other night.” He pulls away from me, a smile on his lips, yet there’s sadness in his gaze. I watch him waggle his eyebrows up and down, and I wonder if this is what he’s used to; pretending to be happy, to ignore his parents and the waytheytreat people. I wonder if he does those things in order to be and feel happy.
And I wonder if he’s only with me in order to rebel against his parents. Maybe his mother is right. He will drop me when he gets bored.
Despite my worries, I allow him to claim my lips. I lean into him, wrapping my arms around his neck and hold onto him tight. I don’t know why, but I feel like we are doing this for the last time; like his parents coming here are some sort of foreshadowing to the end of our future together.
I kiss him like it’s the last time, sliding my tongue against his, lifting my leg onto his hip. He catches it and presses his hardening cock against me. I rub my body against him, moaning each time he hits that sensitive nub. His hand cups my bottom, massaging me threw the pink bunny shorts. I whimper, unable to stop myself no matter how much I try. I’m trapped with this man. There’s no escape. All I want is for him to take me, have his way with me.
Lucas moves and I have no clue where we are going, or where he is taking me. His other hand catches my leg and soon my legs are wrapped around his waist, holding him tight while he kisses me.
“Rachel,” he murmurs against my lips. “I want you so bad.”
I moan. The words making me shudder with desire. We stumble backwards onto the couch. His body presses me into the cushions. I kick my bunny slippers off while running my hands through his dark, silky hair. He groans against my lips while entwine my tongue around his, breathing him in, unable to pull away as if he’s the only one making breathing possible.
My hands slide down the front of him, reaching for his belt, deftly undoing them while my lips kiss a path from his mouth down his neck. He pulls down my shorts and I kick them to the side. His hand slides up my leg, before pushing in between my lips.
