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I cupped his face and kissed him, leaning into his body. He responded immediately, his hands wandering all over me. I was in one of his old t-shirts and a pair of my leggings, but he touched me like I was wearing the fanciest lingerie I owned.
I got off his lap and dragged him to his bedroom. The bed felt comically huge with just the two of us. It had been a long time since we’d had sex one on one. He laid me down on the bed and tugged down my leggings. I parted my thighs almost instinctively, and he dove between them.
He didn’t bother taking off my panties—he just pulled them to the side and dipped his tongue into my center. I loved his mouth on me so much that he cleared my anxious thoughts away.
“Lucas,” I moaned, digging my fingers into his hair. “Please, keep going.”
“I never want to stop,” he said before going back to taking me out of my dark thoughts.
My toes curled, and my heels pressed against his back. His hair was so soft in my fingers, and he didn’t mind me tugging. Every time my thoughts started to wander back to the things I wanted to forget, I lifted my hips and tried to deepen the pressure he was putting on my pussy.
I ground my pussy against his face, chasing that high. Before, I had to work hard to come even once. Now I knew that he’d make me come as many times as I wanted, so I greedily took this one.
I let myself get carried away with an orgasm, sucking in a ragged gasp. As if he and I were both trying to obliterate our bad feelings, he flipped me over like he couldn’t wait to be back inside of me. I arched my back, and he slammed into me, his grip on me rougher than it usually was.
I let myself sink into the mattress as he pounded into me from behind, angling myself so he hit my g-spot over and over again. I never wanted this to end because I knew what was on the other side. That thought got pushed to the back of my mental vault as I fucked him back, meeting each of his rapid thrusts.
“I’m so close, B,” he grunted into my ear. “But I want you to come again first.”
He reached around and rubbed my clit. The sensation made light flash behind my closed eyes, my pussy clenching around his thick cock. My g-spot was alight, the concentration of the pleasure almost painful. I took slow, deep breaths, bracing myself to impact.
Lucas pushed me into an orgasm with just the right stroke of his cock and his fingers. It was yet another mind-boggling one, the kind of orgasm that I thought only existed in books.
But an orgasm could only last for so long. Lucas came not long after me with a moan and caught himself before he collapsed onto me. After he pulled out and helped me clean up, he pulled me into his arms, my back to his front and his chin resting on top of my head. He still didn’t speak much.
Now I deluded myself into thinking he was just too tired to talk because of the sex, not because he wasn’t able to take something seriously.
CHAPTER24
Lucas
Most people didn’t think I was as perceptive as I was. I didn’t blame them. I usually appeared to be in a good mood all the time, which people mistook as being willfully ignorant of whatever was going on.
But I wasn’t, as much as I wished I could turn my brain off. It was just an act, and now that act was coming back to bite me.
Brooke was torn up about finding out what her ex was really up to. And I understood. But just being able to relax and hold her and let the awful situation wash over both of us made my chest ache.
I cranked the speed of my treadmill up several notches, my body drenched in sweat. It was too hot to run outside, even this early, so my home gym got a lot of use. Especially when I was stressed like this.
I took a deep breath through my nose and let it out as smoothly as I could.
What if I did just talk to her about it? If I just let myself ask her questions and if I listened? This was heavier than just a random bad day, something I could handle. I hated looking into the dark places in life. I never found anything good there.
The fact that the anniversary of Declan’s death was coming up wasn’t helping. Hunter and Chase knew that we’d lost my brother in an accident when he was eighteen and I was twelve, but they never pushed me on it. If they knew the anniversary of his death every year, they didn’t let on. I never did anything in particular, especially since visiting his grave was too much to handle, but it affected my mood every year.
But Brooke was going to notice. She noticed even the tiniest shifts in our moods.
I pushed myself to a near sprint, my chest burning, until I literally couldn’t do it anymore. I slowed down, gasping for air and bracing myself on the arms of my treadmill. The physical pain helped me, or at least it was helping for now.
I went to shower, turning the water on ice cold first to shock my system. Then, I warmed it up and actually cleaned myself off.
My cock hardened as if it was conditioned to. Last night was one of the rare evenings where Brooke didn’t stay over, which meant that we didn’t have morning sex in the shower as we usually did. She’d been going back to her apartment to support her friend Jamie after she went through another breakup. That was so like Brooke. Always helping.
I missed her, even through this situation. And admittedly, part of me wondered if she was there to get some space from me. Even though we had sex after she got the bombshell about her ex, her mind had clearly been elsewhere. But she didn’t say anything about it, and I didn’t want to press her or bring up anything she wanted to keep buried.
I hated how scared I was of getting deeper, even if it meant confronting the darkness she had inside of her.
I should have known this was going to happen. Being in a relationship meant dealing with everything that was thrown at both you and your partner. And I could barely handle the dark shit that was on my plate, much less someone else’s. It was like I’d gotten my fill of heaviness when Declan died, and now, I couldn’t handle it.
