Loving Lucas

by Lily Ryan

  “Some of us are after more than just sex.”

  “Whatever. At least one of us has a life.”

  “You call your nightly screw session with Spike having a life?”

  “That’s right. At least I don’t spend the majority of my Friday nights watching Hallmark movies on T.V.”

  “Ava, your boyfriend’s name is Spike. That’s what you call a dog, not someone you’re dating.”

  “You do know why he’s called Spike don’t you?”

  “Because he thinks that’s a cooler name than Bobby?”

  “I’ll just say he didn’t come up with Spike by himself. It’s because he’s got a long, hard—”

  “Lalalala,” I try to shut her up. “Please, I don’t want to hear any more.”

  “Afraid to admit your little sister’s seeing more action than you?”

  “No. I just don’t want to go to sleep with the image of you and your punk boyfriend doing the nasty.”

  “How about having sweet dreams about getting it on with your new hunk?”

  “I’m not going to think about having sex with him. I’m not even sure I want to see him again. He’s rude and narcissistic.”

  “And hot?”

  I think about how his wavy, dark, hair frames his steely grey eyes, those deep dimples that made me swoon, and the feel of his rock hard chest. My stomach fluttered when I looked at him. It’s causing all sorts of chaos for me now, just thinking about him.

  “Okay, fine. Yes, he’s hot.”

  I don’t need to see the smile on her lips to know it’s there.

  “Are you going to see him again?”

  “I don’t know. I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

  “Come on, Livie. Go for it. Throw caution to the wind. What’s the worst that happens?”

  She has a point. Maybe I should go for it with Lucas. I’ve been afraid to take a chance on anyone. But letting go with this handsome stranger, I don’t know. Something about him makes me uneasy. Something in the bottom of my stomach tells me to keep my distance.

  Not that I think he’s dangerous, but one big time heartbreak is more than enough for me.

  Chapter 4

  Lucas

  I can’t sleep. I’m restless. Each time I try to clear my mind, it races back to Olivia and those big brown eyes. They are so large and full of life. She’s a conundrum; skeptical and cynical, yet at the same time shy and abashed. When she looked into my eyes too long, a look of desire peeked through. Yet she blushed at my touch.

  She can’t be that innocent can she? Fuck, what if she is? I want to shatter that innocence. Get her addicted to sex. To multiple orgasms at every encounter.

  She is a challenge. I can’t steamroll her. When I pushed, she was ready to get up and walk away. That isn’t the type of girl I find myself with. Not in the last five years, anyway.

  Normally, I steer clear of women like Olivia. Somehow the broken ones and I just gravitate toward each other. We’re drawn together like a pair of magnets with unyielding force. Until we have no choice but to come together. We collide. Frolic for a night or two. Then repel each other with equal force and go our separate ways.

  After spending time with Olivia, I’m not scared off. I want more time with her. Lying in bed thinking about her does nothing to help me sleep. I wonder what she’s doing.

  I grip my dick.

  I picture her naked in bed. My hand moves up and down my shaft, stroking slow and steady. I think of her rubbing her hand between her legs, feeling her wetness drip on her fingers, and giving into the temptation of slipping a finger or two inside.

  I stroke my cock faster as I join the image playing in my head. I climb on top of her, and squeeze her perfect tits, kneading them, pinching her nipples. I wrap my lips around them, and massage the pink buds with my tongue to ease the throbbing pain.

  Only the throbbing doesn’t leave. It moves down from her tits to her pussy. She begs me to soothe her there, too, in the same way. With my mouth and tongue.

  I feel my balls tighten and work my cock faster, imagining her pussy wrapped around me instead of my fingers.

  “Fuck!” I cry out as I shoot my load.

  As good as I feel at the moment, I’m certain this won’t even register once I get a taste of her. I want her pussy. I need to know how she tastes. How it feels to thrust deep inside her.

  I close my eyes, in hopes tomorrow will come.

  The only problem is I don’t know for sure if she’ll show up tomorrow. Right now I think it’s a fifty-fifty shot. I can only hope she’s just as curious about me as I am about her. I’ll call her in the morning and make sure I promise to make things interesting.

  Chapter 5

  Olivia

  I shake my head as I get out of the car. What’s wrong with me? What am I doing? Sure he’s hot, but he’s arrogant, bordering on obnoxious. Why did I ever agree to see him again?

  Because when he called this morning he caught me off guard. I was surprised and flustered. So much so, the word no didn’t even register. I didn’t think he’d actually call, and since the moment I heard the tenor of his voice, I can’t wait to see him.

  Our eyes meet and my heart races. Accelerates to warp speed. How could just looking at him cause such a reaction? I don’t even like him. Much.

  Lucas stands leaning against his car with his hands crossed over his chest. Confident. Cocky. He looks even better in his tan chinos and light blue button down shirt than he did in a suit the night before.

  His dark hair is wild and perfectly placed at the same time; the kind of hair you want to run your fingers through and grip tight in the throes of passion. He smiles. There are those dimples again. I’m hovering two inches above the ground, which is good because I’m weak in the knees.

  In an effort to hide my jitters, I smooth my long brown skirt and stuff my hands in the pockets of my sweater. I hope to hide the pinballs of nerves ricocheting around my belly as he approaches.

  Warmth fills my face. I so want it to be an effect of the warm weather and not my attraction to him. I look down so he doesn’t get a good look at how flushed I am. I can’t be that into him yet, can I?

  Standing in front of me, Lucas flashes a knowing smile. A smile that drips of sexual conquest. He takes a long moment to rake his grey eyes over me. Over every inch of my body, checking me out like a predator studies his prey.

  I lose my breath waiting for him to say something, to make some sort of move. Just before I die from asphyxiation, he leans in for a quick kiss on the cheek.

  I’m relieved that’s all he did. Disappointed he didn’t try for more.

  “You look fantastic.”

  I inhale, focus on catching my breath, and pick up the fresh clean scent of soap and baby powder. He smells like he just got out of the shower. Picturing him lathered up under the spray of water, I feel the color in my cheeks deepen.

  Too self-conscious for comfort, I tear my eyes from him and scan the stores in the strip mall. Not one restaurant, coffee shop or bar. Why on earth would he would want to meet here?

  “Where are we going?” I ask.

  “Straight ahead.” He stretches his hand toward a golf pro shop and begins walking.

  “Going to buy a set of golf clubs? Really? This is your idea of a date?” He’s even more self-absorbed than I thought. All the good looking ones are. Too bad. At least his personality will negate the effects his looks have on me. That should stop me from doing anything stupid. Too stupid.

  Ignoring my question, he continues, “Do you play?”

  “Golf?”

  “No, polo,” he teases, opening the door for me.

  I shake my head not even trying to hide my disappointment. What do I care if I upset him? I’m less than thrilled that this is his grand plan. A golf store.

  “It’s a great game.”

  “Chasing a ball over acres of land pretty much defines boring.”

  He gives me a knowing smirk. “Let’s see if you still feel that way at the end of the
night.”

  “What are we going to do? Hang out on a putting green?”

  Lucas laughs. “Sort of.”

  What an egotistical jerk. I wonder if I could pull out a good excuse to leave. I don’t think he’ll take it well if I admit I’d rather have toothpicks stuck under my eye lids than hang out in a golf store.

  “Hey, Lucas!” A man in his early twenties sporting khakis and a pullover comes out from behind the desk and claps Lucas on the back. I can’t make out if he’s a friend or just a worker. “You’re all set,” He nudges his head toward the back of the store, “It’s all there.”

  “Great.”

  Jessie, the man with the dirty blonde hair, introduces himself and shakes my hand. “You are one lucky lady.”

  “Oh yeah! Not everyone gets to check out golf clubs on a first date.”

  “Pretty and a sense of humor,” Jessie laughs. “Enjoy.”

  Chapter 6

  Lucas

  Blue skies overlook fields of green while birds chirp in the background. I peek at Olivia who’s looking around wide mouthed, taking it all in as a projector and ceiling to floor screen bring the world of golf to life.

  For someone who doesn’t play, seeing the virtual golf course works better then telling her about it. At least it did for me.

  Black canvas covers the walls separating each of the three rooms and their players. We’re the only ones here. I rented out all three rooms to assure we have privacy.

  The perfectly manicured grass of a tee box, fairway and putting green are represented by different shades of green indoor/outdoor carpeting. I notice the look on Olivia’s face as we pass the two darkened rooms before ours.

  She’s surprised. Good. I breathe a sigh of relief. For reasons I don’t understand, I want tonight to be special. I want to wow her. Judging from her reaction, I did just that.

  I watch as she takes it all in. Her expression changes from boredom, to confusion, to surprise. I follow her eyes over to the two bags of golf clubs waiting for us. She still hasn’t said a word.

  I let the uncomfortable silence continue a moment longer as I reach into one of the bags and pull a club from it. “Since you never played, we’ll start off at the driving range. This way you can get the feel of swinging the club and making contact.” I extend the club to her.

  “Are you for real?” She reaches for it.

  “Then we’ll travel to somewhere far away and play a nice par three course. Nothing too hard.”

  My mind drifts, sorting through the courses I know, hoping I could remember one with tall trees to offer shade, and a babbling brook in the background while I pull her down into the grass and reach up her skirt …

  “You are serious,” she says awed. The sound of her voice snaps me back. Back to the moment and task at hand. First she has to like me. I have to make up for my less than stellar reaction when we met.

  “C’mon give it a shot.”

  I step in close to her, unable to fight the desire to reach out and brush a strand of brown silk behind her shoulder. Why does she draw me in like a moth to a flame?

  “What kind of club is this anyway?”

  I smile at her ability to focus on a game she has no interest in while I can think of nothing but the softness of her skin.

  “Anxious to learn?”

  “Challenge doesn’t frighten me.”

  “Then this will be fun.” I’m not sure if I’m referring to golf or me. “This is a nine iron,” I say motioning to the club in her hand.

  I set up a tee in the appropriate rectangle and place the ball on it. Next, I demonstrate how to pull the club back, swing, and follow through.

  “Usually you practice with the woods or the driver, but maybe it’s better for you to start with this. You might be able to handle it better.”

  Seeing Olivia step up to take her turn I retreat back near the golf bags and watch as she futilely swings the club over and over, getting red in the face from missing the ball.

  “Mind if I show you something?”

  “Sure,” she answers.

  I step behind her, breathing in the sweet scent of her perfume. Looking over her shoulder I put my arms around her, and adjust her grip on the club hand over hand, linking her fingers.

  Her hands are soft. Like cotton. I wonder if the rest of her skin feels as warm and smooth. I fight the urge to toss the club away, and explore her body instead. Not yet. If I play my cards right there will be time for that.

  With nothing more than a thin veil of air between us, I feel heat generating and wonder if it came from my thoughts alone. Does she feel it too? I can’t get a read on her. Not a clear one anyway. She’s here, but I’m not sure how much further she’s willing to go.

  “Bend your knees.”

  She does as I instruct and I wonder if she’ll be that trusting, that willing to listen to me in all things. If only!

  “Relax and let me lead,” I whisper in her ear.

  Olivia does as I ask. I want to move her hair aside and kiss her neck. I bite my lip, hoping to clear my mind. I have to control myself, and my thoughts. I have to keep my head on the ball in front of us. Not the two between my legs.

  Together we bring the club back, swing and hit the ball.

  “Great job.” I step back, as she turns to look at me.

  She smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “I bet you say that to all the girls you bring here.”

  “You’re the first.” I admit, setting up to once again lead her through the proper form of swinging a golf club.

  “Yeah, well, I’m honored,” Olivia snickers, as if she doesn’t believe me. Where’s the attitude coming from?

  “You should be.”

  My words don’t possess the sentiment I want to get across. I mean to hint that there’s something special about her, something that makes me want every experience with her to be new and different. Including this one.

  She turns her face toward mine just enough to catch me staring. My heart speeds up and my muscles tense ever so slightly around her. An involuntary reaction I hope she doesn’t pick up on.

  Usually when I find myself this close to a woman she isn’t wearing clothes, and it’s for the sole purpose of mutual pleasure. Thinking about the close proximity of our bodies stirs my desire for her, raising it to the rim, about to boil over.

  My lips part. I want to say something. Unsure I can speak without making a fool of myself, I change my mind. I need distance. I need to get the fuck away from her, or else I won’t be able to keep my hands off her.

  I can’t risk that. Not yet. She’ll run off and already I know I want more from her than a cheap thrill or a quick romp in the sack. I want more. I unwrap my arms and step away.

  “You’re a quick study. I think you can handle it from here,” I say, taking my place next to the golf bags where the air doesn’t smell like sweet strawberries.

  Our eyes meet. Lock. She stares at me in silence. Confused.

  There’s something in her eyes I recognize. A look of longing. Lust. They peek through and tease me. She wants me, too.

  I breathe a sigh of relief and fight hard to keep in control. I couldn’t be sure standing so close to her. Aside from the fact she allowed me to be so close, she gave no other indication she was even attracted to me.

  Except that she’s here. She showed. I wasn’t sure she would. I heard reservation in her voice when I called her earlier in the day.

  I watch her wondering what magic spell she cast on me. This isn’t how I act around women. And the strange sensations running through me, this excitement, it’s foreign.

  I force my eyes away from hers, but they return almost instantly. I can’t keep my eyes off of her. I want to decrease the intensity of my stare, but I’m not able to. Fuck. If I don’t get it together, I’ll scare her off for sure.

  Chapter 7

  Olivia

  This is the strangest first date I’ve ever had. The way we met is surreal; bumping into him on the streets of Brooklyn. I rarely met
guys there when I lived with my parents. What are the chances of meeting someone there, who lives in the next town over back in New Jersey?

  A jittery energy flows through me every time Lucas comes near. And when he touches me! A primal heat spreads like fire through my body.

  I feel his eyes on me, soaking me in. He wants me; I have no doubt about that. It’s what he wants me for that has me nervous.

  The intense look in his eyes sends chills down my spine. Like his eyes have the power to peel the clothes off of my body. I hope we haven’t just begun a much more dangerous game than golf.

  I know nothing about him. Nothing more than there is an invisible force pulling me to toward this strange man. A man that could be anything. Even a rapist or serial killer. At least he armed me with golf clubs if I need to fight him off.

  But what if he gets off on that?

  I know he’s dangerous. I feel it. Dangerous to my body if I allow him to keep touching me. Dangerous to my heart if I allow myself to drop my guard.

  He’s working his way under my skin. I’m trying hard to stop him because once there, it’s a short journey into my blood stream where full possession takes place.

  In an attempt to clear my head, I turn my attention back to the ball. I lift the club intending to use some of the mounting tension I feel rising in my body to hit the ball with all my might. Instead of sending it screaming into the screen in front of me, I hit over the top and the ball moves forward two feet with little distance or power.

  “Am I making you nervous?” Lucas asks, with a cocky grin on his face.

  Smug bastard. He knows exactly what he’s doing. “Not at all,” I lie.

  I look down and steady the club next to the ball, with a deep breath, lining everything up the way he showed me. I continue trying to relax my nerves through my breathing.

  I don’t notice Lucas approach until he’s toe to toe with me. I look up as he brushes my cheek with his index finger. The touch is gentle and light. Chills run through my body.

  “I hope you don’t mind me staring. I can’t keep my eyes off you.”