Before she could think, her ass was on the bed, her legs spread, and the man before her had his mouth firmly latched onto her clit.
Her back bowed off the bed, but he had one hand on her belly and the other on her hip, locking her into place. His tongue worked magic, flicking her tight nub even as he sucked. She forced her eyes open so she could watch him. The darkness of his skin was stark against the paleness of her own. She’d never seen anything so erotic…so right.
He licked her then, teasing her opening with the tip of his tongue. When his gaze met hers, her inner walls contracted at the heat in his gaze. He licked her once more, this time slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. When he circled her with his fingers before entering her with two fingers, she sucked in a breath, her eyes closing.
No. I want to see him taste me.
His fingers found that spot inside her that only she’d been able to find before, and he pressed down. Her mouth opened, her body shivering in heat and sparks. Her nipples contracted, her inner walls clamping down on his fingers.
And still, he licked, teased, and sucked.
With her legs wrapped around his head, she tried to push him away so she could get a break from her endless orgasm, but Luc was having none of that. Instead, he sucked harder, bringing her over the edge once more.
Impossible.
Yet not so much.
When she came down for the second time, her eyes finally closed, her body sated yet still at the edge of a precipice she never thought existed.
“Meghan, sugar, look at me. Look at us.”
She opened her eyes to see a naked Luc hovering over her, his eyes dark with need, his muscles straining. “Luc…”
He smiled before kissing her. She could taste herself on his tongue. She’d never kissed a man after he’d gone down on her before. In fact, it had been years since anyone had gone down on her.
Luc pinched her nipple, and her mind came back to the present, her body raring to go again. This man was a machine, and she was greedy. For once, she’d let herself be that greedy.
“With me, Meg?”
“With you,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. She vaguely remembered screaming his name when she came the second and third times—hence the strain on her voice. She looked down and sucked in a breath. With the way his body remained over hers, not touching, but oh-so-close, his condom-covered cock lay on top of her mound. The weight of it, the sheer thickness of it made her blink.
“Um…Luc?” How the hell was she going to fit all of him inside her?
He chuckled then, that manly chuckle that went straight to her insides. “You’re all wet and ready for me. I’ll fit.”
She raised a brow. “Sure you will. And how did you know that’s what I was thinking?”
“You said it out loud, sugar.” He kissed her again when she would have cursed at her not-so-inner monologue. “Now look down at us as I fill you. I want you to watch my cock fill your sweet-as-fuck pussy. Once I’m balls-deep, then I want you to move your hips, move your body, just move. Be with me when I fuck you. Fuck me back. Make love. Have sex. Do it all. Okay, Meg?”
Tears filled her eyes, and she nodded, knowing this was her Luc. No matter what happened next, no matter if he found her lacking as Richard had, this was her Luc. She’d never forget this moment, never forget who was inside her.
He kissed her cheeks, licking up the tears she didn’t know had fallen.
“You’re mine, Meghan. Mine for now, mine for far longer.” Then he pressed forward, stretching her with that exquisite burn.
She sucked in a breath, watching him thrust slowly in and out, working until he was fully inside her.
So. Full.
She’d never felt so full, never felt so much a part of something she couldn’t understand, couldn’t comprehend beyond who was with her now, who was with her.
“Mine, sugar. You’re mine.”
Her gaze shot to his, and he kissed her then, pulling out, then slamming back home. Her body bowed, her hands going to his back. Her nails dug in, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting more.
She did as he’d asked and moved her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. His cock slid in and out, hitting home each time until she could barely keep up, barely keep her eyes open.
“Come for me, Meghan. One more time.” He met her gaze, and she came, her body already on that crest when he’d spoken. He shouted her name then crushed his mouth to hers as his body jerked, his seed filling the condom within her.
When she would have lain limp, Luc rolled over so she was on top, his still-hard cock deep inside her.
“I can’t do anymore,” she rasped out, her body beyond spent.
He cupped her ass with one hand, the other casually running down her sweat-slick back. “It’s okay, darling. I just wanted you on top of me. Didn’t want to crush you.”
“But you’re still hard.”
He let out a rough laugh. “Yeah, but I came fucking hard, Meg. Let me rest for a minute, and then I’ll take care of the condom.”
She lifted her head and swallowed hard. “Stay the night?” she asked, not knowing where that had come from. She should want to hide, to deal with the feelings she didn’t understand. Instead, she wanted him with her. Her children weren’t home, and Luc’s car would stay in the driveway where her neighbors would see. But they wouldn’t care too much, and Meghan couldn’t find it in her to care at all. At least not right then.
“Of course,” he said simply then kissed her again.
They cuddled until Luc took care of the condom and left her a limp pile of limbs in the bed. He came back and cleaned her up with a warm cloth before sliding back into the bed, pressing his front to her back. She fell asleep in the warmth of his arms, the comfort of his presence.
And she didn’t think of Richard.
Only Luc.
“I knew you had ink. I’ve seen it before but never this close.” Meghan lay on Luc’s chest, her fingers tracing the lines on his pec that wrapped up his shoulder and down his arm. She knew part of the tribal went on his back, but she hadn’t seen all of it yet. She’d grown up with ink surrounding her—even had two siblings who ran a tattoo shop. Yet, for some reason, she loved this ink more. She frowned. “Wait. I know this ink.”
Luc shrugged then sat up so she could see his back too. “Austin did it.”
“But…Austin?” She couldn’t think of that though. Her gaze latched on the designs etched into his skin. He had a full back piece of a tribal dragon and the head of the magnificent dragon rested below the tribal that flowed over his chest. The tail of the dragon wrapped around his right thigh and Meghan had to suck in a breath at the sight. Seriously…it was magnificent. “When did Austin do this?”
Luc turned and brought her close again so they were lying as they had been before. “He’s been meeting me where I’ve been living since I moved away. I trust only him with my ink.” He winced. “I trust Maya too, but I knew Austin would show up like he was on a vacation and see the world with me. Maya would have probably tried to force me back to town.”
He was right about Maya, and once her sister heard about Austin’s work on Luc’s body, she’d be pissed. Maya and Austin had rules with family and close friends—they shared their human canvasses. Except for Sierra, Austin’s wife, the two of them traded ink off and on. Luc had been close to all of the Montgomerys at one point, and this wasn’t going to end well.
“She’s going to kill you,” she said softly. “Or Austin.”
Luc let out a sigh. “I have more skin for her to ink. I didn’t know if I was coming back, and at the time, Austin needed to leave town for his own reasons anyway.”
Meghan nodded at that. Her eldest brother had his own demons that Sierra had soothed, but that was beside the point. “He knew where you were this whole time and never told me.”
“You had your own life, Meghan. All of that is in the past. I’m here now.” He pushed her so she was on her back and his hand went to her hip. “Now your
ink, it’s fucking sexy.”
She blushed and looked down at the Montgomery Iris on her hip that usually rested under the seam of her panties. Neither she nor Luc had spent much time looking at the other’s ink the night before. Each of her family members had the logo on their skin—even her parents. The MI with a circle and flowers surrounding it was the logo for each of their companies as well as their family. Sierra had gotten one of her own when she married Austin, and Decker had even had it done when he married Miranda. Richard had never even thought about doing it. In fact, he hated her ink. She was also pretty sure that Alex’s ex-wife had never put ink on her skin. Other than Richard’s contempt for it, she’d never judged either of them for not getting the tattoos. Ink was personal, even if sometimes the world could see it all. She’d never force anyone to get something etched on their skin forever. However, the fact that her ex had called it dirty and beneath him hadn’t made things easy. Of course, the man had never made things easy.
Luc’s fingers traced the tattoo at her hip. “Sexy as hell, sugar.” He leaned down and kissed it, sending shockwaves through her system. “I have a few things to get done today, but can I see you?”
She pulled her thoughts from Luc’s hands and frowned. “I’m picking up the kids and doing lunch with them before handing them over to Mom and Dad.” She let out a sigh. “Mom and Dad really wanted them for an afternoon, even though Dad is so weak. I couldn’t say no. Wes is there helping out with a few things in case they need someone else. I have errands to run, but then I said I’d meet some of the girls at Taboo for an afternoon coffee. Maybe meet me there after that?” It was weird, making plans with someone else, but she thought she could do this. It’s what friends did. They were friends after all. Even if they got naked sometimes. Or naked just this once.
Live in the moment, Meghan.
Worry about your children.
Take one thing for yourself.
If she kept chanting that, maybe she’d believe it.
Luc traced her jaw with his finger, his head tilted. “I can do that.” He lowered his lips, a soft caress. “I should go. I don’t have a change of clothes.”
She nodded, her tongue feeling heavy. “Luc…what are we going to say to others?”
He frowned as he sat up, the sheet barely covering him. “What do we need to say? We said plenty at work yesterday.”
“People will talk,” she said then cursed at the hurt in his eyes.
“I know they will. We all talk. Are you going to have a problem with that? It’s not like we’re keeping it secret. The horse has already left the barn on that one.”
She smiled at the reference and let out a breath. “This is new to me.”
He cupped her face and smiled back. “It’s new to me as well. I never made love to my best friend before.” When he kissed her that time, she parted her lips, eager for more, though she knew they both had to leave. “And now I really need to go, or I’ll never leave.” He lowered his forehead to hers. “Stop thinking so hard. Just be. I know that’s almost impossible for you, but at least try. I’ll text you when I’m done for the day and see if you’re still at Taboo. Be safe.”
With one last kiss, he left her lying in bed, her body sore and achy. Yet, despite the fact that they hadn’t slept more than a few hours, she’d never felt so revved up. Luc had slid right back into her life, but this time in a completely new and unbelievable place. If she kept telling herself this was casual, then it wouldn’t scare her so much. Only she had a feeling Luc was anything but casual.
“You got laid,” Hailey, owner of Taboo and her friend, said as soon as Meghan walked into the café. The woman’s blunt bangs had a stripe of hot pink today as well as another stripe on the other side that fit right into her iced blonde bob.
Meghan came up short at the counter and looked behind her. Thankfully, the place was almost empty, as the rush had ended earlier. Too bad the counter wasn’t quite so empty.
Miranda clapped her hands and did a little chair dance. “It’s about time!”
“Luc, right?” Maya said as she bit into a cookie. “You look all spent and glowy. He gives good glow.”
Meghan was sure her cheeks were a bright red but forced herself to sit down on the other side of Miranda at the end of the bar.
Sierra, who sat near Maya, grinned. “Oh, I’m so happy for you. Luc’s a great guy.”
“I like him,” Callie, one of Montgomery Ink’s tattoo artists and another of Meghan’s friends, added. “He’s coming in for more ink, I think. Maya claimed him, and Austin gave up too easily. I think the bearded bastard is planning something.”
“That’s my husband you’re calling a bearded bastard,” Sierra said with a smile.
“Well, he’s not really a bastard, but I liked the ring of it.” Callie grinned and took a sip of her milkshake.
Sierra closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. “Why didn’t I just stay home? I have bills, chores, laundry, and work to do. I don’t have time to deal with this.”
Miranda leaned into her side and wrapped her arm around Meghan’s waist. “You love us. Come on. You never used to hang with us like this. Now we can talk about everything.”
“And she does mean everything,” Hailey said as she set a red velvet cupcake and coffee in front of Miranda. The woman always knew what Meghan wanted without her saying it. Made for good business, even if it startled her from time to time. “Last time I got to hear all about Decker’s love for tabletops.”
Meghan groaned. “That’s my baby sister, folks. Can we not talk about sex?”
“But you got some,” Maya said. “That’s a good thing. It’s about time you had your pipes cleaned.”
Meghan choked on her cupcake, even as the other woman laughed and pushed at Maya. “Jesus Christ, Maya. I think you need to leave the shop more if that’s what you call it.”
Maya grinned then flicked her tongue ring against her lips. “I can’t help it. I like watching you get all stern-mother when I do. Anyway, I’m glad you’re finally hitting that. He’s a good man. You two look good together.”
Meghan didn’t want to talk about this. She was still reeling over the fact that she’d had sex to begin with. Good sex. Fantastic sex. She’d come at least six times the night before, where she’d never come with Richard. Sure, she’d never had sex with Richard in that bed, but her ex had never made her come. He might have when they were first together, but now that she’d orgasmed so hard with Luc, she was pretty sure she’d been lying to herself for far too long.
Damn it. She had no idea what the next step was. What was she going to do? If things got too serious, she’d get hurt. She might get hurt anyway, but there was a type of hurt she’d never recover from. Plus, her children needed her more than she needed a man. If she let Luc into their lives more than he already was, what would happen when he thought better and left?
“Stop it.”
Meghan blinked up at Maya, who had moved to stand beside her. “Stop what?”
“You’re thinking about what could go wrong and blaming yourself. That fucking asshole is out of your life, and you need to remember that he left because he’s a pencil-dick freak. He didn’t leave because of you.”
Meghan pressed her lips together, refusing to look at the other women, who gave her pitying glances. She didn’t need their pity—she had enough pity to last a lifetime.
“Maya. We’re not talking about this.”
“Maybe we need to,” her sister snapped. “Maybe not now, not here, but soon. As for Luc? If you push him away because you’re scared of what happened before, then you’re only hurting yourself—and Luc. Just breathe and let him in your life. Or keep him as he is. He’s already burrowed his way into a layer of you that I think is good for the two of you.”
“Maya…”
“What’s going on?”
Meghan gave her sister a sharp look then looked over her shoulder at her brother, Griffin. He frowned at her and Maya, and the other ladies at the bar.
“
I didn’t know you were coming in today,” Meghan said, keeping her voice light. She lifted her face, and he brushed a kiss on her cheek before moving down to do the same to all the women—including Hailey—at the counter.
“I needed caffeine, and I’m out of coffee in the house.”
“The horror!” Miranda rolled her eyes and wrapped her arm around her brother’s waist. “You know, there’s this thing called a grocery store. You go out in public, much like you’re doing now, and you pick up things you need to survive.”
“It’s ingenious really,” Sierra said with a grin.
“I’m surrounded by comedians,” Griffin replied dryly.
“Do you need me to pick you something up when I go tomorrow?” Meghan asked, worried about her younger brother.
Griffin waved her off. “I’m calling in a service to do it. I just have to set an alarm to remember to go online and buy it.”
“Meaning you don’t have to leave your man cave,” Maya muttered. “I’m worried about you.”
Meghan agreed. She’d never seen her brother look so…tired. Tired and a little lost if she had to put her finger on it. She wasn’t sure what she could do, but she’d do her best to find a way to help. She had a lot on her plate, but family was everything.
“Looks like a full house,” Luc said as he walked in.
Meghan’s spine went ramrod straight. Crap. She didn’t know how to react. Her cheeks heated, and her insides spiraled. She caught the teasing looks of the girls and the curious look on Griffin’s face but didn’t have time to think about any of it.
Instead, Luc took matters into his own hands and kissed her softly. It wasn’t overtly sexual, and he kept his hands to her face, but she closed her eyes for that moment, reveling in it. Only this man, only Luc, could do that to her.
“Hi,” she breathed.
“Hi,” he said softly, laughter in his eyes.
Oh, the damn man knew what he’d done and wasn’t ashamed of it. Hell. There was nothing to be ashamed of. She was a grown woman in a…in a relationship. She could do this.
Whatever…this was.
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