LUCY

by Danielle James

“They can.” Silence fell thick around us. He curled his long fingers around the back of my neck and pulled me close to his face. His breath was warm on my skin. I wanted to dive into him. Swim in him.

  Our lips met softly at first, then hungrily. I’d never needed a kiss so much. I’d never needed a kiss with so much of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and nibbled on his tongue while he tasted my lips.

  “Lucy?” He pulled away from me and I stared down at him, drunk on the moment.

  “Yes?”

  “Friends don’t do that.” While he spoke, his fingers turned to a fist in my hair and I gasped. “Friends don’t do this.” He kissed my neck and it felt like drugs hitting my bloodstream. I’d never felt anything like it before.

  Nothing came close.

  “Chase,” I whined from the pressure he created in the deepest parts of me.

  “Please don’t call me unless I can give you what you want, Lucy.” He shut his eyes and I stared at him.

  “I don’t want to be friends anymore,” I breathed, unable to fill my lungs with enough oxygen. He sucked it from me. He pulled the air out of me and made it his own so that I needed him to breathe.

  “Me either, Lucy.” He flipped me over and my legs wrapped around his middle like they were at home against him. His beard tickled my skin while he licked and sucked my neck. I felt wetness trickle from me.

  I squirmed beneath him. His weight on top of me was fucking insane. He was so dense and solid. “I need to hear you ask me for it. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

  “Chase. Fuck me,” I growled.

  “Manners, Lucy?”

  “Please, Chase. Please fuck me.” I whined then bit my bottom lip. He let out an animalistic noise and tugged on my lip with his teeth while his hands slipped between my thighs.

  “Damn, Lucy.” He pulled his hand back and his fingers were soaked. He licked them and I thought I would lose my shit. “Can I take my time with you?” He asked.

  “No. I want you right now.”

  “I haven’t been with a woman in two years. I’m taking my fucking time. Stop being so goddamn bossy.” His thick fingers spread me open and rubbed my clit until a puddle spread beneath my body.

  “Chase, please!” I shouted, tossing my head back into the pillows.

  “Shh, I want to taste you first.” He kissed a trail down my throat to my collarbones and when he lifted my shirt and saw my tits he growled. “Your nipples are pierced?” He tugged on them one by one with his teeth until I screamed for him. “I could spend all day on your perfect body.” He kissed my stomach and then moved to my trembling thighs. “Should have known my crazy girl would be pierced here too.” His tongue was wet and hot against my pussy and I moaned like a woman possessed.

  I thought my soul would leave my body the way Chase licked and sucked on my slippery cunt. He hooked a finger inside of me and I gasped. “You’re so fucking tight, Lucy. I don’t think two fingers will fit in your tight little pussy.”

  “Make it fit,” I begged, bucking my hips involuntarily.

  “Make it fit? If my fingers are stretching you like this, what do you think my dick is going to do?”

  “Ruin me,” I breathed raggedly.

  “Do you want me to ruin you?”

  “Yes. Destroy me.” He sucked my clit, rolling his tongue over my piercing until I thought I’d pass out. When I opened my eyes again, Chase was hovering over me, pinning my thighs open. I dared to look down and saw his beautiful dick.

  Lord, take me to heaven now because this man is going to murder me.

  “Lucy, I don’t have any condoms,” he groaned.

  “I don’t care.” We were too close to stop.

  “I can’t do that to you, darling.”

  “Chase, pull out.” I was seriously thinking about having his kids right then. I needed to feel him inside of me.

  “What if I can’t?” He slapped my pussy with his cock and I let out a cry.

  “You can.”

  “You sure you’re okay with it?”

  “Yes!” I nearly bit his head off but he silenced me the moment his dick was inside of me. It stretched me until I thought I would shatter into a million tiny pieces. “Chase! Oh, God, Chase!” I clawed at his back and he thrust deeper, pushing my legs onto his shoulders. I felt like a rag doll beneath him.

  I didn’t care. He could break me. He could do whatever he wanted. The way he fucked me was slow and smoldering. It felt like he’d waited his entire life to feed my hunger. It felt like I’d waited my entire life to feast on him.

  His strong, deep strokes pushed me to the edge until I trembled and shook. Until pleasure curled around me like thick tendrils of smoke and choked me just as easily. I came in waves of moans and pleas to the lord.

  Please…

  Don’t ever let this end.

  Chase’s body stiffened and his motions jerked with each thrust pushing him closer to his climax. “Pull out, Chase,” I moaned such contradictory words because every cell in my body wanted him to stay inside of me. I wanted to feel him cum. I wanted him to fill me up.

  I whimpered when he pulled out and I moaned when his heat shot onto my stomach and up to my breasts. I stared at his face in the most intimate of moments. I wanted to etch it inside of my memory.

  I made him cum like that.

  “Shit, Lucy.” He leaned down and kissed me, feeding me his tongue.

  It was better than Fruit Rollups.

  Better than whiskey.

  It was my new addiction.

  **

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Lucy, Lucy, Lucy.

  She occupied all the thoughts in my head.

  She was the only thought in my head.

  When I fucked her, my body seemed to sigh the same way someone sighs when they hit the bed after a long day. I’d hit Lucy after a long life. I was finally comfortable.

  She laid beside me happy and holding me like she wasn’t the tiny one between us. She traced every tattoo on my body and I traced every fine baby hair along her hairline. I traced the way they laid against her forehead wispy and soft.

  “What had you so upset at work tonight? What made you late?” I asked in the stillness of the room.

  “Nora’s fiancée.”

  “The asshole?”

  “Yeah, him.”

  “Did you fuck him, Lucy?” I didn’t want to be upset by the thought but it made my entire body throb with anger. I just staked my claim to Lucy and all of her craziness. I stamped my government name all over her…in the deepest, tightest, wettest parts of her.

  “No. I was going to but once I got started…it didn’t feel right, Chase.”

  “So what happened?” I asked once my ego was satiated and my heart could beat normally again.

  “He tried to force himself on me.” The words were strained and stiff coming from her mouth. I wanted to find that motherfucker and put him to sleep.

  “What?” I sat up a little straighter in bed and looked down at this crazy, tiny tornado that had totally blown my life apart in the best way. I needed to protect her. “He tried to rape you, Lucy? Why didn’t you call me? I would have been there in a blink. Faster.”

  “Chase, no. I told you I don’t want your probation ruined because of me. Nora called Abel,” she said sitting up. The blanket fell away from her body and I was distracted for a moment by the gleaming silver in her nipples.

  Those piercings were the third sexiest things on her body. The second was her clit piercing and the first was her smile. Her smile melted me and made me malleable as putty.

  “And Abel handled him?” I asked, hopeful that her brother was the kind of brother he should have been.

  “Oh, he handled him alright. Actually, so did Nora. She hit him in the head with a cast iron skillet. Abel beat him unconscious.” A smile crept across my face. I liked her siblings. They were my kind of people.

  “I think I’ll be able to survive dinner just fine with them,” I chuckled.

  “Yeah.
We protect each other.”

  “Good. Someone like you needs protecting,” I touched her chin and watched her pout.

  “I can handle myself, Chase.”

  “You can but you’re precious. Precious things need protecting.” I stared into her copper eyes and she blushed.

  “Will you protect me?”

  “Only if you’re mine. Otherwise, I have to let you fly free.” Lucy slid closer to me, and I snaked my arm around her slender body.

  “I want to be yours, Chase.” The way she touched my cheek was so simple but it made me burn.

  “You sure? I’m possessive and I don’t like secrets.”

  “You’re quiet and you don’t do social media…I know. I still want you. You’re real and raw and you make me feel safe. You make me feel calm and I never feel calm, Chase. I’m always up in the air, falling…falling…falling. You’re like gravity when I’m spiraling. I don’t know what it feels like to be down to earth but with you…I keep my feet on the ground.”

  “I can’t remember my last relationship, Lucy.”

  “I’m not asking you to remember it. I’m asking you to try a new one with me. My last…relationship was intense and I’m detoxing from it.”

  “I thought that word wasn’t in your vocabulary?” I teased.

  “Shut up.” There was that sexy smile of hers. I can’t lie and say nerves weren’t getting the best of me when I thought about being in a relationship or even working toward one.

  “I’m damaged goods, Lucy,” I confessed, hesitation heavy in my voice.

  “Me too. We’re both damaged. I get it though…if you don’t want to be with me, it’s cool.” It wasn’t cool I could read her now and I read between the lines. She was hurt. I hurt her feelings and I felt like shit.

  “Lucy, that’s not what I’m saying.”

  “Then what are you saying, Hush?”

  “Can you please call me Chase?” I begged, holding her hands in mine. I knew since I hurt her feelings she was trying to hurt mine. Can’t say that I didn’t deserve it. “I’m saying that…I’m scared. Lucy, you’re wild. I’m wild. That can’t be good.” I kept putting my foot in my mouth. I knew Lucy was the perfect fit for me.

  I felt it in my bones.

  It still scared the fuck out of me.

  “Who said it had to be good?” She shrugged. She was right. Who said it had to be good? “You’re thinking about society and their definition of good and bad, Chase. I’m not one to go along with society. In fact, my entire existence is a middle finger to society.

  If you knew the shit I’ve been through you’d understand. I don’t care about how I look. I do care about you…I’m not going to push and beg though.”

  “You never have to beg me for anything. I’ll give it all to you.”

  “So what does that mean?” She asked. I couldn’t keep my fingers out of her hair or my hand off her perfect ass.

  “You’re mine, Lucy Waters. Now, can you tell me what you went through that makes you such a societal fuck up?”

  “I’ll tell you later.”

  “Later? Nah, that’s not gonna work.” I picked her up like she weighed nothing, and sat her on top of me. My dick jerked at her presence. I dragged my fingers down her stomach then rested my hands on her hips.

  “You’ll think I’m disgusting.” She looked away from me, letting her long hair blanket the side of her face.

  “Disgusting? Nah. Lucy, whatever it is you can tell me.” She sat there, on top of me, looking like some sort of flower child goddess with long, soft waves covering her breasts. I wanted to take her picture right then.

  Not because she was beautiful but because she was unsure. She was scared and vulnerable and Lucy didn’t ever look that way. “I had an abortion,” she blurted. My heart ached for her. “Would have been twins. Just like me and Nora.” I rolled over and she fell to the bed. Her sad eyes were full of shimmering tears.

  “I don’t think you’re disgusting because you had an abortion, Lucy. You did what you felt was best.”

  “The babies were Abel’s.” Suddenly we were in a vacuum and everything else ceased to exist except for Lucy and me and the bomb she just dropped.

  Abel’s babies?

  “Your brother?”

  “Yes…” She refused to look at me. Her face was painted with the brightest shade of embarrassment and shame. I didn’t know what to say. I needed more details before I could say anything.

  “Lucy, not to pry but something like this needs elaboration. Did he molest you as a kid or something? I need context, darling.”

  “No. Fuck no. Abel would never. It was consensual. I came on to him first. I was sixteen and I wouldn’t leave him alone. I was always on his lap. I was always at his house, in his bed. We played around a lot and I knew it was inappropriate. I knew I shouldn’t have been turned on while I wrestled with him or when he hugged me or when he got out of the shower and walked past my room. I was though.”

  She wiped the rolling tears from her cheeks and I sat listening. I couldn’t do anything else. I needed to hear every word of her story. It was a part of her. It was the reason for the sadness that always lurked behind every smile she gave.

  “When Nora and I turned eighteen, she snuck off with her boyfriend after Mom and Dad went to sleep. I stayed up with Abel. He brought us a bottle of Jack Daniels and we took turns getting shitfaced.

  That was the night I lost my virginity. We never looked back. I was with him every chance I got. I chased off his girlfriends until he got pissed and fucked me like he hated me…but he didn’t hate me. He loved me.

  Nights we stayed at Abel’s house…I snuck into his room and we made love. We made love all night and I snuck back into the room with Nora. She never knew. Abel and I were inseparable.

  When I got pregnant, I was scared shitless. My parents would kill both of us and disown him and it would hurt him more than anything. Abel couldn’t handle getting disowned. He has awful abandonment issues. He was adopted when he was six and he loves our family with everything he has.

  If our parents found out…it would be horrible. The only thing I could think to do was get an abortion. So he took me to get one and after that I cried for weeks. I was never the same. We vowed never to have sex again and we haven’t.

  I’ve never talked about it with anyone. Not even Nora. I can’t keep it from you though. Not if I really want to be with you. You deserve to know and have a choice.

  I know I’m fucked up and I know it’s gross or whatever you’re going to say but…that’s me, Chase.”

  She got so quiet. The room was so quiet. Everything was quiet but the knocking of my heart. I dug around in my mind for the words to say. I had to comfort her.

  “Lucy, you’re not disgusting. Unconventional maybe, but you’re not gross. Abel isn’t your blood brother. We’re talking technicalities but if I’m being honest with you…I don’t see you any differently. It completes the Lucy puzzle.”

  “Abel is still my brother though.”

  “He is. I can’t pretend it’s normal but I’m not put off. Were you in love with him?” I asked.

  “Yes. I tried to pretend that I wasn’t but…I was.”

  “And now?”

  “I don’t know anymore. I don’t know since you came into my life, Chase. You take my eyes off him. You take all the wrong feelings I have for Abel and you make them vanish. You make my heart beat faster. You make me want Abel as my brother and not my lover. Because…I want you as my lover.”

  I didn’t say anything. I pulled Lucy into my arms and held her there. She was misunderstood and her heart was full of complicated, troubling things that I would never understand.

  I still wanted her.

  “Chase, I think you need to let this soak in. You might not feel the same way tomorrow or the next day. You might look at me and see someone you can’t be with.”

  “I look at you and see someone who’s perfect for me. You didn’t judge me when you found out I went been to jail for almost
killing a man. You didn’t judge me for not speaking because of it. You never thought I was weird.”

  “Technically I did. That’s why I call you weirdo,” she sniffled. Even through tears, Lucy was still Lucy.

  “You didn’t think I was weird enough not to speak to. You treated me differently. I’m gonna treat you the same way. I want you and all your mistakes and bad choices. If you went back and erased them you wouldn’t be Lucy. I like what I’m looking at right now.” I kissed her and she rested her forehead against mine.

  “Thank you, Chase.” She hugged me so tight I didn’t think I’d be able to breathe anymore. She needed the hug more, so I hugged her right back. “You’re going to crack my back, you giant.”

  “I thought I already did that earlier,” I smirked at her and she laughed. I was happy to see her laugh.

  “You cracked the fuck out of my back earlier.”

  “You think I can do that again?” I couldn’t keep my hands off her. How had I gone so long without her?

  “You can do it however many times you want, Chase.” I kissed the lips I’d been dying to kiss for months and it felt like a dream.

  “How many times do you want me to do it, Lucy?” Her legs opened for me like magic and I fell between them. My dick was ready. I slid against her heat and she looked into my eyes.

  “I never want you to stop. I want to lose count.” I pushed her over to the side and she hooked her long leg around my neck. This time, she took my inches a lot easier but she was still so tight. I looked down at her pretty clit ring and rubbed my thumb against it.

  She clenched around me while I drove deeper. She was the best feeling in the world. She was the world. The way our bodies slapped against each other and the way she moaned my name, fueled me.

  She pushed back against me and it was maddening. She was wetter than anything I’d ever experienced. It dripped from her like sticky sweet nectar. I pulled out to taste it.

  I wanted my tongue coated with Lucy.

  I snaked my tongue inside of her and dug my fingertips into her thighs. Her back arched then went concave like I’d sucked every speck of oxygen from her. I slid my hands up her body until I reached her tits then I squeezed her stiff nipples while she came all over my mouth.