by B. B. Hamel
He pushes me further than I thought possible, and I love it.
Lucas is gorgeous, absolutely perfect, but I feel safer than I ever have before with his arms wrapped around my body. I can’t deny it anymore, can’t let myself pretend. Lucas is my man, he’s my Daddy, and I’m going to be his girl.
He can do whatever he wants to me. Because I know whatever he chooses will feel so good, so amazing, that I can hardly wait to find out what’s next.
23
Lucas
It’s late by the time we’re thinking about putting our clothes back on.
Mia watches me from the kitchen, a small smile on her face. She’s holding a mug of tea in her hands, blowing on it softly. I lean back on the couch, swirling my glass of whisky. Apparently, her father used to be a huge whisky man, which works out well for me, since he doesn’t drink from his collection anymore.
“What do you think?” she asks me.
I cock my head at her. “About what?”
She shrugs a little. “You know. This.”
I grin. “What about this?”
She sighs, walking toward me. She’s wearing only a large t-shirt she fished out of her room earlier. I’m in my jeans, unbuckled and open, but no shirt yet. I can still taste her on my lips and feel the sweat on my body from working her so hard.
“You know what I’m trying to say.” She sits down next to me, curling one leg underneath her. She looks so vulnerable and fucking gorgeous.
“You want me to say it.” I sip my drink, watching her.
She’s so frustrated, but she’s smiling. I can’t help but love it. “I guess I do.”
“Okay then. You’re my girl.”
“Yeah?” she asks.
“Yeah,” I say. “And I’m your Daddy. That means no more bullshit, no more games.”
“But what about the Carters?”
“I’ll handle them.” I grin at her, trying not to show my concern. While I’m stronger and better trained than those Carter boys, they have resources that I don’t, and the younger Carter is pretty unstable. I worry that he’d do something completely fucked up and insane, maybe not to me, but to Mia. I’m going to have to watch her closely. “The biggest question is, what will you do about the preserve?”
“I have to trust Laura,” she says. “I can’t take that on myself. It’s too late now, anyway.”
“Good,” I say. “It was never your responsibility.”
“I felt responsible, though. I mean, if I could stop it and save that place, I should.”
“Even if it means losing yourself?” I ask her softly.
“Well…” She trails off, shaking her head. “I guess we both know the answer to that.”
I reach out and pull her toward me. I gently kiss her lips. “You’re making the right choice. I promise, in the long run, this is the right thing. You can’t protect everything, much less sacrifice yourself for everything.”
“I know,” she says, just a whisper.
I glance at the clock underneath the television. It’s after one in the morning. “Listen, you should come stay with me.”
“I can’t leave my dad. Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night and needs help.”
“He can come too.”
She shakes her head. “We can’t. He’ll just be more confused.”
I sigh. “I need to get home. I should be there for when Noah wakes up.”
“Okay,” she says, but I can see the disappointment in her eyes.
I smirk a little and take the cup of tea from her hands. I put it down on the coffee table on a coaster before putting my whisky glass down next to it. I drop to my knees in front of her.
“What are you doing?” she asks casually, a little smile on her face.
“You looked disappointed.”
“I am. I don’t want you to go.”
“I don’t want to go, either,” I say. “But I have to. I need to be there for my son.”
She reaches down and touches my chin. “That’s what I like about you, Lucas. You’re a good father. You’re a good man.”
“Maybe,” I say, smirking. “Or maybe I’m a bad man.” I spread her legs wide and feel a thrill run through me. She’s not wearing any underwear. “Maybe I’m a very bad man.”
“Lucas,” she says. “We can’t. God, I’m so tired already.”
“Just leaving you with something to remember me by.” I kiss her inner thigh, looking up at her. “Or do you want me to stop?”
She bites her lip. After the first time we had sex earlier, we took a short break, and then immediately fucked again. She’s probably sore as hell from my big cock, but I’m willing to bet I can make her feel good one last time.
“No, I don’t,” she says.
I kiss slowly up her leg, my hands on her hips. “God, you taste so good. I kept thinking about how you’d taste since the second we met, you know that?”
“Really?” she asks. I can hear her breath coming in deeper.
“Really,” I say. “I kept thinking about this pussy, your body, the way your lips would feel. And the way you’d taste, dripping wet under my tongue.” I finally kiss up to her pussy and gently lick her bottom to top. She’s already wet, just the way I like it.
“What else did you think about?” she asks, leaning back in her spot, legs wide open.
“I thought about this thick ass,” I say, grabbing her hips. “And how my cock would feel sinking deep inside of you. I thought about teasing your nipples, slapping your ass, licking your clit, sucking your bottom lip.” As I talk to her, I slide my fingers gently inside of her pussy, and between every few words, I pause to lick her clit.
“Shit, Lucas,” she moans. “I didn’t think I could again.”
“I knew you could,” I say softly. “You’re built for fucking sex, girl.” I lick her clit softly at first, getting her more into it, being gentle with her. I can sense her getting wetter and wetter, more excited and engaged. I begin to lick her faster, sucking her clit, teasing her, pushing her.
“I thought about my cock between your pretty lips, pushing down your throat. I thought about fucking you in public, making you scared we’ll get caught, and then making you come nice and loud. And most of all, I thought about you calling me Daddy as I came on your pretty face, in your pretty mouth, deep inside that tight little cunt of yours.”
Her hips get more and more into it as I speak, my tongue pausing only to lick her clit, my fingers gently sliding in and out of her. She gets soaking wet all over again, absolutely dripping, and I know this won’t be difficult, not at all.
Her moans come fast and deep as I keep going, getting faster, taking shorter breaks to talk to her. “Delicious. Absolutely fucking delicious.” I suck and lick her clit, sliding my fingers inside of her. “You’re Daddy’s dirty fucking girl. I want to pull your hair, fuck your pussy rough, make that ass slap against me as I fill your every inch.” I work her again, fingers deep inside of her. I love her moans, coming loud and low and passionate.
“Oh god, Lucas,” she moans, her fingers pushing my mouth tighter against her pussy. She starts to work her hips, writhing against my mouth, wanting it faster and more. I can tell she’s getting close.
“Come in Daddy’s mouth,” I say and she throws her head back, eyes closed shut, moans escaping her lips.
“Oh shit, Daddy,” she says. “Go ahead, keep going, I’m so close.”
I press my fingers deeper, fucking her with them faster, while I suck and lick her clit. I’m eating her like a crazed man, because I am absolutely fucking crazy for her. I can’t stop even if I wanted to.
Her whole body tenses as she comes. I love her taste as the orgasm washes over her, making her muscles twitch, her moans come low and deep. She calls me Daddy, over and over again, and my cock is hard as fuck. But this is for her, and I want to leave this with her while I head home.
She finishes slowly, and I move up to kiss her. We kiss like that for a while, slow and passionate and deep, our bodies tight agai
nst each other. Slowly, we break apart.
“I have to go,” I say.
She pouts. “I want you to stay.”
“I know. Another night. You’re safe for now though, but make sure the doors are locked, and call if you’re worried.”
She nods a little as I get up. I get dressed and she watches me, still pouting a little bit.
I grin at her and make her come stand with me at the door. I kiss her goodbye.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I say.
“Promise?”
“Promise,” I say, nodding.
“Good.” We kiss one more time and then I open the door and head out. I give her one last grin before getting into my truck and pulling out.
I feel so fucking good as I pull out and start driving. I don’t think anything can possibly ruin my good mood. There aren’t many cars on the road this late at night, which makes it easy to drive a little faster than normal.
I have a girl now. There’s no denying it. I know she’s not going back to the Carters, absolutely no way. She’s mine, all fucking mine, and they can’t take her away from me even if they fucking tried. I’m going to burn them down, destroy them for what they did to Mia, and then I’ll spit on their dead bodies.
As I drive, my mind drifting between revenge and Mia, a pair of headlights suddenly fills my rearview mirror. I frown as they get closer and closer.
“What the fuck?” I mutter to myself. The guy is driving fast, way too fast, and way too close. We’re on a back road with trees on either side of it, basically a small road through a dense forest, and this guy is driving like a fucking prick.
I slow down a little bit to let him pass, but he doesn’t. The vehicle behind me is a truck, I can see that, about the same size as my own. But he’s not trying to pass. Instead, he’s just driving closer to me.
I honk my horn and wave my arm out the window, trying to get him to go around. But instead, he suddenly jolts forward and slams his vehicle into my bumper, making my truck swerve.
I regain control, cursing. I hit the gas, trying to get away from the psycho, but he doesn’t let up. He goes faster, getting closer to me, as I hurry away from him. The road gets winding and tight up ahead, but he’s not slowing down.
I have to hit a curve going way too fast. I nearly lose control, but I stay on the road. The truck meanwhile sticks right behind me.
As he comes around the bend and onto the next straightaway, he suddenly accelerates forward, pulling up alongside me. I can hear the scream of his engine over the beating of my heart, but just barely.
I look over to my left and I feel anger well up deep inside of me, more anger than I thought I could have.
It’s fucking Dylan Carter. I can see him there, grinning this mad grin, laughing and looking at me. I have to turn away as the next curve comes up. I want to try and accelerate through it, get away from him. I’ll lose this fucker and then kill him out here for trying this insane shit.
But I hit the curve going too fast and I know it. As soon as my truck hits the turn, I can feel that I fucked up. Dylan’s truck swings sharply at the right second, nudging his nose into my tail, sending me spinning.
The last thing I remember is my truck slamming into a tree, and then black.
24
Mia
I feel so good the next morning that I can barely think. I wake up and go through my father’s morning routine with him, a smile on my face the whole time.
I keep checking my phone, expecting something from Lucas, but there’s nothing. Normally I might be a little upset about that, but for some reason I’m incredibly confident about him.
Last night was the realest I’ve ever been with a man before. I felt so vulnerable and open with him, calling him Daddy like that. I felt like we finally understood each other, and we both know where we stand.
We’re together. I’m his, and there’s no stopping that. Even if the Carters try and get in the way, I won’t back down, not ever. Lucas is the first thing in my life to really make me feel good, happy and free. I can’t give that up for anything, not again. I’ve messed around too much with Lucas these past few weeks, but I’m done with that.
Everything feels lighter and better now. I don’t know how to explain it, but it does. I feel good, really good, just knowing that Lucas is out there probably thinking about me too. I want to tell him how I feel, really say the words that have been bubbling in the back of my mind since we first kissed, but maybe it’s too soon. I don’t know.
But it feels so good to even think about that. I can’t stop smiling all morning as the nurse comes to take over for my father. I get ready for work, still grinning like an idiot, thinking about all the things I want to say to Lucas.
I’m a little sore between my legs as I drive to the preserve. That only makes me think more about him. I laugh a little bit, amazed at what he could do to me. It was a little crazy, doing that right there with my father asleep, but it didn’t matter. Neither of us even hesitated. I wanted him so badly that I couldn’t resist his touch even if I wanted to.
Lucas pushes me further than I thought possible, and it makes me so damn thankful to finally have someone that wants me for me. Caleb Carter only ever wanted me because he thought I was attractive and smart enough to be a good wife for him. He just wanted to use me for his own purposes.
Lucas doesn’t want to use me. Lucas wants to make me feel good.
And I do. I feel incredible as I climb out of my car and head up into the office, a big smile on my face.
“Good morning!” I call out. I head over to the coffee pot and pour myself a mug.
Laura comes out from her office. I beam at her, feeling great.
“How are you this fine morning?” I ask her.
She frowns at me, and I stop in my tracks. Laura looks at me, her face a little pale, like she just saw a ghost or something.
My smile weakens slightly and I cock my head. “What’s wrong?” I ask her.
“You’re close with Lucas Hayes, right?” she asks softly.
I stop dead, my smile entirely gone. She doesn’t look like she has good news for me, and true fear jolts up through my core. “What happened?” I ask her.
“Come here,” she says to me.
“No,” I say, recoiling away from her. “What happened, Laura?”
“He got in an accident last night,” she says. “A car accident late last night. He lost control and hit a tree going pretty fast.”
I stumble backwards, away from her, and the coffee mug in my hand slips from my fingers and smashes on the ground.
“Shit!” I curse, moving away from it. “Laura, is he okay?” I ask, staring at her, the color draining from my face. I grip the counter like I want to tear it to pieces.
“He’s alive,” she says. “But honey, he’s in bad shape.”
“I have to see him,” I say. “I have to go see him right now.”
“He’s at Mercy General,” she says. “You can go, but I don’t know if he’ll be awake.”
I want to throw up. How could this have happened? I run out to my car, not bothering to clean up my spill, not able to even think about anything but Lucas. I jump into my car, start the engine, and speed off toward the hospital.
It happened after he left my house. I know it. Maybe he had too much whisky, maybe he was drunk. I shouldn’t have let him drink. What the hell were we thinking? He was tired, maybe he fell asleep while driving home, or maybe he was just distracted.
Or maybe I’m not meant to be happy. That was the universe’s way of taking away the one thing that brought real joy into my life, all because I got too much happiness. I got that one night with him, and now it’s all gone, torn from me the moment he decided to leave.
I can’t think that way, I can’t let myself. It’ll be so easy to fall back into bad thoughts but I won’t let that consume me. I have to see him and find out how bad it is before I let myself drop into true despair.
He won’t leave me. I have to believe that. He won’t
die and leave me here without him, because he promised he’d keep me safe.
The hospital is a ten-minute drive and it flies by as I go as fast as I can. I get there and practically run inside. The woman at the desk looks up at me as I stand in front of her, shaking and terrified.
“Can I help you, honey?”
“I’m looking for Lucas Hayes’s room,” I say to her.
She nods and types at her computer. “He’s in 301,” she says. “Elevator is around the corner, take it up, he’ll be one of the first rooms there on the left.”
“Thanks,” I say, and hurry to the elevator. I ride it up, shaking, and step off on the third floor. I walk forward, looking at the room numbers, barely able to think until I find his room. The door is partially shut.
I push it open a crack and step inside.
Alice is sitting at the bedside with Noah in her arms. She looks at me, a frown on her face.
“Mia,” she says.
I step toward the bed, eyes on Lucas.
He looks dead. He’s breathing, but his eyes are closed. There’s bruising all over his face, and his right arm is in a cast. I can only imagine what the rest of him looks like. I step to the side of the bed and drop to my knees next to him. I take his hand and stare into his eyes, and for a second I think he looks at me.
But he doesn’t, and I burst into tears.
“Oh, honey,” Alice says, and she’s suddenly next to me, holding my shoulders. I sob like an idiot, but I can’t stop myself. I can only imagine what she thinks right now. Little Noah makes some noises from the seat Alice put him into before coming over to comfort me.
“It’s okay,” she says. “There you go, let it out.”
Slowly, my crying subsides. She holds my hand, frowning at me, as I slowly get myself together.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
“For what, sweetie?”
“Everything,” I say. “He was coming home from my house when… when it happened.” I bite my lower lip.
“I know, honey. It’s okay. It’s not your fault. It’s nobody’s fault.”
