by A. E. Murphy
What makes it worse is she is so damn sexy without even trying to be, she doesn’t even realize the effect she has on me and it is driving me insane. Every movement she makes is fluid and sensual, almost like a dance. Every smile makes me ache and throb through my entire body, and just ten minutes ago she bent over to look in the bottom of the fridge, I swear my dick became a heat seeking missile! I almost lunged for her, hell, my hips thrust forward of their own accord making ‘Little Lucas’ point right at her, only inches away from her jean clad ass.
When she stood up and turned around I was already vanishing into the bathroom about to splash cold water onto my face. I’m fucked… or maybe the problem is… I’m not fucked.
It’s already six at night, I have to go and get Amelia. “I need to go,” I say to Loryn. She blinks up at me and nods. “You know the codes?”
“Yeah, I’ve got it all covered,” she stands and wipes her hands on her thighs. “Lucas.”
“Yes babe?”
“Thanks for this.”
“It’s no problem, I’m working tomorrow. I’ll come see you soon, if you need anything, I’ve programmed my number into your phone.”
She smiles and wraps her arms around my waist, please don’t feel my arousal. Fortunately she doesn’t seem to notice. “Thanks Lucas. Apparently I’m meeting Maya, Marie and someone called Summer for lunch the day after tomorrow.”
“Awesome, they’re nice women.” Shit, I have that dinner tomorrow at Helen’s. “Right… well… take care.”
“You’re acting like we’re never going to see each other again,” she giggles. No, I’m acting like I need to get the fuck out of here and have a cold shower before I end up doing something you’ll regret, which will then make me feel like shit. “I’ll call you.”
She lifts her head to kiss my cheek, I turn so she catches my lips. Fuck, how can the slightest touch turn me into a teenage boy? I’m acting like a fucking virgin. Abruptly I pull away and dart down the stairs. “Lock up!” I call over my shoulder and head to my car. I don’t drive away until I see her lock the door and vanish back into the darkness of her store.
“You look beautiful,” Helen says to Amelia. Her husband, a tall man with graying hair comes straight forward and shakes my hand. “Come on, I’ll take you to the girls. It’s nice to see you Lucas.”
“I wasn’t sure what to bring, I had to ask my brother so if it’s wrong blame him,” I chuckle and hand her the vintage wine and flowers. She thanks me and vanishes with Amelia.
“I’m Wesley Hanson. It’s great to finally meet you,” he says and slaps me on the back. “Come on through.”
I throw my jacket on a nearby hook on the wall where Helen put Amelia’s and follow him into the den. Wesley looks to be about six years older than me or so. He’s a great guy and I was wrong about the networking. Throughout the entire dinner he doesn’t talk business once, he’s a cool guy, who is sickeningly in love with his wife and of course, his daughters. He reminds me of James a little bit.
What a great family, the food is great, they constantly have me laughing my ass off, and his girls are as good as gold, as always. Amelia is very charming and pleasant, you can tell Sylvia has her trained for the charity functions they attend on occasion. I’m shocked by her manners, and I’m complimented on it, although I tell them about her adoptive grandmother. That she’s always going to functions and such with her so that’s where she’s learnt all of this.
They are very interested in my family life, I tell them the story of my long lost brother. I even tell them about my wife. Another reason why I was invited, apparently they lost a son two years ago, he was hit by a car whilst playing on the street with his dad. It’s sad, and such a waste of life.
After dinner we head through to the den where Amelia and the girls sing and dance for us, although Wesley and I are paying more attention to the game on TV. Which earns us both a pat on the back of the head from Helen, and the three little women stick their tongues out at us.
It’s safe to say I had fun, a lot of fun actually, by the time I got home and got Amelia to bed I fell asleep, with one last lingering thought in my mind. Loryn hasn’t called me. And I really don’t like it.
As soon as morning hits, I put a movie on for Amelia and make us both cereal before picking up the phone. I call Loryn, there’s no answer. After the fifth time I call I start to get worried.
“Hello?” comes a sleepy female voice. Thank fuck. “Hello?”
“What the fuck Loryn?” I growl and head into my room so Amelia can’t hear me. “Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been?”
“I was sleeping. Sorry.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose, “Christ. I was ready to come down and break down the door myself.”
“Not funny Lucas.”
“I’m not fucking joking. Why didn’t you call me yesterday?”
She scoffs, “You didn’t call me either!”
“But you said you’d call me!”
“It’s a woman’s prerogative to change her mind Lucas. Deal with it.”
“Nice to hear you’re feeling better. Back to being your usual bitchy self.”
She laughs in disbelief, “Are you kidding me? You didn’t call me! If you were that concerned you would have called! What’s the big deal anyway? Why are you that bothered about me?”
“I’m not arguing about this now.” My bedroom door opens, Amelia walks in.
“Daddy, who is it?” she inquires and jumps onto my bed. “Is it Auntie Maya?”
“Who’s that?” Loryn asks a little breathlessly. Is she jealous?
I roll my eyes, “It’s my daughter Amelia. I have to go.”
“Right, me too, I have that lunch with Maya soon.”
“Have fun,” I respond automatically and hang up. Then I tackle my daughter to the bed, mid-jump, and start tickling her to death. “Little monster. So nosy.”
She squeals and laughs and kicks… right in the gonads. Argghhh. I fall backwards and groan. Shit. Ouch. Fuck. That hurts. Amelia, thinking it’s a game charges me with a loud battle cry and starts pummeling me, let’s keep this to ourselves shall we? Not something I want going around, the whole getting beaten up by a five year old. “Ok,” I rasp out, still cupping my sensitive privates with both hands. “Let’s go get ice cream.” I need ice.
She hollers and cheers all the way to the kitchen, I grab her a Popsicle and grab a bag of frozen peas before slumping into the armchair and resting them on my aching balls. I cover myself with a throw so Amelia doesn’t notice.
And this is pretty much how we spend our day, me with sore balls and Amelia running riot.
Sunday is the same, I have no visitors although apparently Jacob Stone is coming back down to visit soon and will let us know when. He’s a good guy, he’s Maya’s movie star best friend. They have a weird connection, one I remember James being extremely nervous of at one point. I’m not sure what it is that draws Jacob and Maya together but it’s odd, they just like each other. I think they just get each other. That should be a fun couple of weeks, I get roped in to joining them on their escapades whenever he’s down. I wonder if he’s bringing his mom with him. She’s a nice lady, she’ll probably spend the time she stays fawning over the baby and Amelia.
It’s Sunday night, I’ve just put Amelia to bed when my phone starts ringing. It’s Loryn.
“I thought I’d call before you started berating me,” she giggles. “How are you today Lucas?”
“Where are you?” I demand when I hear chatter in the background.
“I’m with Maya, Marie and Summer, we are in a place called… wait… Maya, where are we?” Maya says something, Loryn continues, “Did you get that?”
“Can’t say I did.”
“We’re in a place called Cocktail’s, drinking cocktails,” for some reason she starts cackling at this. “It’s really fun.”
She’s out… drinking, and dancing, what’s she wearing? Why the hell is she out drinking and dancing? I can’t pick her up
, I have Amelia! “Loryn. You shouldn’t be out.”
“Okay, okay, Mr. Grumpy. Want me to come see you?” What? “I could kiss you again, but then you’d probably push me away again right?” And again… what? “I have to go. Marie wants me to meet some people…. Hey Lucas?” I clench my fist around the phone, the only people Marie knows outside of us are all male.
“Yes?” I bite out, feeling my agitation rise.
“You’re kind of moody.”
“You’re pissing me off.”
She sighs, “What did I do now?”
“I’m calling you a car…”
“What?”
“I’m calling you a car, it will be outside in twenty minutes. Get in it.”
“You can’t tell me what to do.”
“Loryn,” I snap but she hangs up. Fuck. I call Maya, no one answers. I call Summer, I get the same response of no answer. So I call Marie, she always answers. “Put Loryn in a fucking cab and send her to mine.” I hear males laughing in the background.
“Chill out Lucas, she’s in good hands. She’s enjoying herself.” I start pacing, pissed off by her relaxed answer. Does she not understand that Loryn is… she’s in danger and shouldn’t be out dancing and drinking? Especially with men! “Lucas is jealous.”
“I am not jealous!”
“You’re jealous because she’s here and dancing with men and you’re not one of them!”
“She’s what?” I shout, ready to call James to go pick her up for me.
“Dude, chill, I’m joking. She’s not even talking to guys. I swear. She’s totally into you.” This brings me no relief. “I’ve got to go. Speak tomorrow.”
I have no right to her, I have no claim to her. I just want to see her safe… right? That’s it, that’s all.
There’s no way I’m going to be able to sleep now! Fuck!
CHAPTER TEN
Stupid ass women
As soon as I drop Amelia off at school I drive straight to Loryn’s. She better be in. My heart is racing as I bang on the door. I call her over and over again but I get no answer. Fuck. Where the hell is she? Thoughts of her tangled up with another male come to mind and I instantly feel sick.
“LORYN!” I shout a few times but she either doesn’t hear me or she’s just not here. Why do I even care? Is this some kind of weird guilt trip because I was a dick to her in my teen years. Christ, I was a dick to everyone. Crystal was no better! She was a bully to anyone different. That’s just the way school was and still is. So why am I so concerned for this god damn female now? Why do I break out in shivers at the picture of her dead in a ditch somewhere? Why am I sick at the thought of her in the arms of another man? Maybe because right now she’s vulnerable, she’s been through a lot and she needs… hell. Fuck if I know what she needs.
I’m about to call Marie from my car and head to hers, when a cab pulls up behind me. A rather hung over looking Loryn scrambles out of the back of the yellow cab and starts fumbling through her bag for her keys. I instantly hop out of my car and assess her. Shit, she looks hot, that is definitely one of Maya’s dresses. It’s deep purple, and short at the bottom, I’m sure Maya has worn it before.
Her tits are almost spilling out. She still hasn’t noticed me, fuck she looks good. I grab her elbow, she squeals and brings her hand to her chest to calm her hammering heart I assume.
“Lucas, what are you doing here?” I grab her keys, unlock the store and wait for her to turn off the alarm. Then I lock the door behind us and pull her up the stairs. “Lucas? You’re freaking me out.”
“Why are you coming home now?” I demand and sit her on the sofa. Unfortunately my gentleman side wins the internal battle, I find myself pouring her a glass of water and grabbing her a couple of painkillers.
“That’s none of your business.” She takes the tablets and gulps down the water. I place the empty glass on the worktop. “Why are you here?”
“I was worried,” I admit and cross my arms over my chest. “Why the fuck are you coming home now?”
“I stayed at Marie’s,” she shrugs. This does not make me feel better at all. “Just Marie and I, we were drunk and crashed at hers.”
“Just you two?”
“Yes,” she laughs and stands before me. “I promise.” The tension in my body releases. I push her towards the bathroom. “Am I allowed to shower now I have your permission?”
“Shut up,” I grumble feeling like an idiot.
“Okay, don’t leave.” Leave? How can I fucking leave? You drive every cell in my body fucking crazy. I don’t say this, I just nod and wait with my dick pressing against my zipper as she showers.
“A little privacy please,” she calls twenty minutes later as the bathroom door opens. I turn quickly and head over to the kettle seeing as she has no coffee maker, I have to do it manually. Must make coffee. I hear her rummaging around in her tiny closet. She’s naked, in here, with me, in nothing but a god damn towel. Shit.
The kettle boils at the same time as my blood, “Fuck the coffee.” I snarl and throw the kettle in the empty sink.
Upon turning I find a wide eyed Loryn in nothing but a towel just like I assumed, with her damp hair resting on her shoulders. I stomp over to her, grab the back of her head and slam my lips down onto hers. She melts into me instantly, without even a moment’s hesitation and damn it feels good. I pick her up with ease, our lips still attached and throw her on the sofa. Her towel falls open as I rip my shirt over my head. She gasps and tries to cover herself.
“Don’t move,” I demand as my eyes follow every soft curve of her body, her hands drop limply to her sides, from her gorgeous breasts with their pebbled nipples to her naked mound and right down her everlasting legs. So toned and sexy and powerful looking, I want them around my hips so fucking bad. I bite my lower lip and groan low in my throat. “Christ, you’re fucking beautiful Loryn.” She goes to cover herself again. “Don’t ever cover yourself around me.”
She gulps as I drop to my knees in front of her. I press a sweet kiss to her lips and trail more down her jaw, making her skin break out in tiny goose pimples, to her collarbone and over her right breast. She gasps when I suck her nipple into my mouth and tease it with my teeth and tongue. My fingers dig into her back as I slide her further down the sofa, her feet rest on the floor with her legs open either side of me.
My lips venture further down, to her ribs where I lick and kiss each one individually. I keep on going, circling my tongue around her naval, occasionally nipping at the skin around her waist making her jerk, spasm and moan. She’s so sensitive.
“What are you doing?” she hisses and grabs my hair when my mouth finally reaches her hips, she starts wriggling and trying to push me away. “Don’t do that!”
I look up at her through my lashes, “Why not?”
“Because I… I don’t like it. It doesn’t do anything for me.” More like she’s embarrassed.
I laugh and push her hands away. No way am I giving up the chance to taste her sweet core for that stupid fucking reason. Her hands go to my hair again in another attempt to stop me, I sigh and stand up. She instantly covers herself with the towel. I ignore her for now, pad over to the cupboard and pull the bed down.
“Lucas, what are you doing?”
I then head back over to Loryn. She jumps up, her arms hugging the towel around her body.
“Stop being stupid,” I say softly and kiss her lips. She shudders, I take my chance and lift her over my shoulder, she screams. Two steps later I throw her on the bed and grab her hands. She instantly tenses when I pin her hands together with one of mine. “That’s better.” I take note of her wide eyes.
“Lucas, don’t…” I work my way down her body after throwing the towel out of the way as I go. My lips teasing and sucking at every available inch of her skin. “Lucas stop. Don’t, that’s… oh god. Do that again.”
I smile against her and swirl my tongue around her clit. She smells fucking beautiful, she tastes amazing. I’m back on devour mode, I’
ve finally caught my prey. “Lucas!” she moans as I push my tongue into her tight entrance and play with her nub with my thumb. With my other hand I release my solid length from my jeans, it springs free and I sigh against her at the instant relief.
She moans and cries out, her back arches off the bed as I continue to tease, lick and suck her. I take pity on her cries for more, she pleads for me to finish her off so I press two fingers into her and up against the soft wall where I know the magic happens. Her already tight wonder tightens even more and pulses around my fingers, she bucks against my face without shame and her legs clamp around my head. I’ve never heard a woman scream my name so loud. Fuck yeah.
“Are you on birth control?” I ask her softly and release her, so I don’t have to double Dutch. A failed helped in the production of Amelia so I don’t take chances. She lies limply on the bed, breathing heavy, her eyes squeezed shut, still shuddering from the aftermath of her orgasm. I watch her nod and don’t wait any longer. I can’t wait any longer. My heat sinking missile is ready to meet its target. After quickly pulling on a condom, I wasn’t being presumptuous or anything I always carry condoms with me, I line myself up with her wet entrance and push it in by just an inch until the head pops inside. Christ she’s tight. I almost come on the spot. Fortunately I have better self-control than that.
