by Lila Kane
Home. That’s right. She needs to be at my apartment tonight. I need to take my time with her. To have her all to myself for as long as possible.
I drive us five miles to my apartment. Normally it passes in a flash, but now that I’ve had my hands on Lucy and need them there again, the trip takes forever.
She’s been to my place before, but never like this. Never for this. And I prepared.
Inside, there’s a bottle of wine on the counter, with two glasses set out.
She eyes the bottle and smiles. “You didn’t have to do this.”
“I promised.”
“Can we save it for later?” she asks.
My dick jumps. Yes. Later. Because I’m barely hanging on here.
“Later. And the bath?” I ask.
Her lips curve. “After.”
Fuck. That’s all I needed to hear. I yank her to me, loving how pliant she is in my arms. “I need to see you. All of you. Naked.”
She pulls her hair out of her ponytail and it swishes over her shoulders. Then she pulls off her shirt, and I see the perfect swell of her breasts in that flimsy bra I could only imagine in the darkness earlier. Her tits are full and the hard peaks of her nipples are visible through the fabric.
“Holy hell. You did this on purpose,” I murmur.
Her hands go to the button on her shorts and I catch a peek of matching material. “Definitely did this on purpose.”
Unable to wait any longer, I take her hand and lead her toward my bedroom. It’s about time I get Lucy naked and fill her full of everything I’ve been wanting to give her for the last few months.
Tonight, Lucy is mine.
CHAPTER 4
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LUCY
Mason’s hands are rough and gentle at the same time. It’s clear he knows exactly what he wants because he pushes me back on the bed and undoes the zipper on my shorts.
“It’s killed me watching you walk around in these the last several months,” he says, eyes on my legs as he pulls the shorts down. “And there wasn’t anything I could do.”
There was something you could do, I want to say. You could have told me how you felt.
But maybe he’s just like me and those feelings developed over time. Over a time when we both thought we were friends and didn’t want to mess that up.
“But now I have you here…” Mason hooks his finger in my panties. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
His eyes are hungry, pleading with me to want the same thing he does. I don’t have any doubts when I say, “Yes. I’ve wanted this for a long time.”
“Me too.”
He eases my panties down, eyes locked on my pussy. He exhales at the sight, making me even wetter for him.
I’ve never felt so wanted before. She needed.
When Mason crawls onto the bed, still fully clothed, a thrill rushes through me. The naughty feeling of being practically naked in front of someone who’s still wearing everything he had on earlier arouses me even more.
He runs his lips up the inside of one leg. My heart races as I revel in the feel of his mouth moving closer and closer to my pussy. When he reaches my slit, he traces his tongue along the opening.
“Fuck. You’re so wet for me, Lucy.”
I am. My body is aching for him, throbbing with longing.
He runs his tongue up to my clit and moves it back and forth, teasing me. A flick here, a lick there. God, I can hardly hold still.
My body trembles in anticipation of that big release. But Mason isn’t done, and he’s taking his time. He slides one finger inside of me, smooth and deep because I’m so wet and ready. Then he adds another finger, stretching me wider.
He pushes them in and out while he sucks on my clit, driving me insane. My body arches on the bed, chills racing over my skin as his mouth moves in a frenzy.
“Mason, please…”
He looks up, meeting my eyes with his dark ones. “I’ve been waiting forever to hear you say my name like that.”
“I need you.”
He takes off his clothes while I remove my last piece. My bra. I want to be completely naked, exposed before him so he can do what he pleases.
When he’s naked, I eye his cock. It’s curved upward, a drop of pre-cum already on the end. It’s so hard and big, I can practically see it throbbing.
“God,” he murmurs, crawling over the top of me, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
His words, along with the feel of his naked skin against mine, overwhelm me. I want him so bad, to come together like we should have a long time ago.
Mason runs his hand down the length of his dick and then slides his huge cock against my opening. It moistens with the evidence of my desire for him. It gets me so hot to watch him slide inside of me, centimeter by centimeter, filling me full.
His head drops back and he groans. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
He feels so good, so thick as he fills me up. I shove my hips against his, pushing him even deeper, until there’s no more room.
I moan. “Mason…you feel so good.”
He swivels his hips, the friction between us almost enough to shoot me over the edge. Then he ducks his head and bites one nipple. I gasp, body bucking against his.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
Mason’s lips curve. “Filthy mouth.” He runs his tongue around my nipple. “I want more. Talk dirty to me.”
I run my hands along his arms and then down his abdomen. “I want to feel you come inside of me. I want to feel your cum. And then I want to turn over on my stomach and have you do it to me all over again. From behind.”
“Shit,” he hisses.
Just like me, he seems unable to wait anymore, and he starts thrusting into me. I lock my mouth against his, moving my hips in time with his. I need him—need this now. No more waiting.
When I’m almost there, body tensing at the pending orgasm, he grabs my hips and says, “Flip over. I need you this way.”
I oblige, turning over onto my stomach. He grabs my hips to pull my ass back and up against him. Then he slides his dick along my opening again and slips inside. I feel even fuller this way, and it allows him access to my breasts and my clit. One arm wraps around me, fingering that tiny nub while he shoves into me over and over again. The sound of wet flesh slapping against each other fills the room. His sack hits me in the right places, and with his fingers swirling around my clit and his huge cock thrusting and thrusting, my body is alive with sensation.
I cry out when I come, dropping my forehead to the comforter. The orgasm goes on an on while he continues to pump. Then his hands grip my hips and he grunts, dick twitching before I feel his cum spurting hot inside of me.
“Fuck,” he says, body bowing over mine. He squeezes me tight from behind, arms locking around my waist for one long moment.
Then he pulls out of me and I lay down, pillowing my head on his chest.
“Why didn’t we do that a long time ago?” he asks.
“I don’t know. I was worried about messing this up. Us. Our friendship.”
He takes my hand and kisses my fingertips. “It didn’t mess anything up, did it?”
I shake my head. “No. I think it’s better.”
“I agree.” He grins at me. “I still have that wine.”
“And a bath.”
“Mind if I join you?”
“I insist on it.”
CHAPTER 5
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MASON
It goes like this for the rest of the month, working as many of the same shifts with Lucy so we can go home to my apartment or hers afterward. Together.
Bath. Wine. Sex. All of it. Sometimes more than once each night.
It feels good. Better than our friendship. More.
Why the hell had I waited? Being with Lucy is perfect. She understands me inside and out—and she knows how fucked up things were with Carrie.
She understands me and how I work. Meaning, when I’m with someone, I’m w
ith them.
I never had to say it to her because I know Lucy is the same way. Once she came to my apartment that night, that was it. There’s no one else. Just us.
But it’s more than that now. Spending every day with her has shown me how much I could have missed out on if I hadn’t finally followed Carlos’s advice and gone for it with Lucy.
At work that day, I cook next to Carlos and debate my next move again.
But he’s already ahead of me, telling me what to do.
“You dragging your feet?” he asks.
I glance over. “What?”
“Lucy. Love. I can see it in your eyes. Every day you come in together and leave together. Or you wait for her until her shift is over. It’s love.”
I exhale a laugh. “What? Are you a matchmaker now?”
“No. I just see what I see. And you love her.” Carlos flips some chicken. “So you’d better tell her before she gets away.”
The idea of Lucy getting away doesn’t sit well with me. But then I glance out the door and see her serving at the counter. She spots me and smiles, and it relieves some of the worry that crops up.
Until I see Carrie.
Fuck. What’s she doing here?”
I haven’t even thought about Carrie since the last time she was here. I’m happy now, and I don’t want anything to do with her.
But it doesn’t look like she’s picking up an order. In fact, she’s talking to Lucy.
My gut clenches. A moment before I’m about to charge out there and tell her to leave Lucy alone, Lucy turns and comes into the kitchen.
“Hey.” I grip her arm. “Everything okay?”
Lucy’s face is blank. “She says she wants to talk to you.”
I grit my teeth. I’m sick of Carrie coming in here. I don’t want her around anymore, and I need to make sure that’s clear.
“Just a few minutes,” I say, catching the worried look on Lucy’s face. “I’m just going to tell her to leave.”
Lucy nods, but doesn’t respond. Shit. I hope she believes me. Besides, I don’t know what Carrie wants. I gave all her shit back except for a few things that I threw away. Not much to say about that. And she knows that, too.
She kicked me in the balls and walked off with the man she cheated on me with. Relationship over.
But when I sit with Carrie at the table, she reaches her hands out in appeal. “I’m sorry.”
I cross my arms, leaning back in my seat. “What for? You did me a favor.”
“Mason…things weren’t going well with us. I—it wasn’t planned, it’s just happened.”
“So? You said you’re sorry, time to move on, right?”
Carrie stares at her hands, and then shakes her head. “I was hoping we could try again.”
I glance up and see Lucy two tables over, frozen. Shit. She heard what Carrie said.
I try to catch her eye, but she turns away. Fuck. I need this dealt with now.
I stand and say plainly to Carrie, “I’m not interested. In fact, I’m with someone else.” I look to the counter where Lucy stands and raise my voice so she can hear. “Someone I’m in love with.”
For the second time, Lucy freezes. Her mouth drops open. I don’t know if I just made a mistake or shocked her with good news. But it’s time to find out.
I walk to her, say, “Your shift is over,” and pull her out of the diner without even once looking at Carrie.
“Mason, wait—”
She pulls to a stop outside my car and turns to face me. “Did you mean that? What you said in there?”
“Every word.”
She throws her arms around me and kisses me hard. “Take me home.”
“Mine or yours?”
“Doesn’t matter,” she says, her mouth still on mine.
I break away long enough to get into the car. The entire way there, her hands are on me. On my leg, tickling my arm, and then sliding down to grip my dick.
“Fuck, Lucy.”
She grins. “I need you. Now.”
I make it to my apartment without getting a ticket and drag her inside, barely shutting the door before I’m taking off my clothes. She does the same, and soon she’s naked before me, her pussy wet and ready.
I grip her around the waist, walk her to the couch, and then bury myself inside the woman I love.
CHAPTER 6
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LUCY
Mason pumps into me hard and fast, so fast I’m panting trying to keep up. He loves me. He said the words in front of the whole diner. I was so shocked, I barely registered Carlos’s grin as we walked through the kitchen and to the back door where our cars were.
And now Mason’s buried so deep inside me, I can hardly think.
“Wait, hold on…” I shift beneath him and he blinks at me, looking confused. “This time, I want to take you.”
My words register and he sits back. I climb on top of him, giving him full view of my breasts, and take him deep inside.
He groans, fingers clenching my hips. “Lucy…”
I love when he says my name, when he grunts it or whispers it. But especially when he says it like he just did. Like he’s going to die if he can’t have me right now.
So I move against him, riding him slowly to draw out every ounce of pleasure I can. He shuts his eyes, his face a mask of ecstasy.
“Just like that,” he says, encouraging me.
I twine the fingers of one hand with his and keep riding, loving the way his lips part at how good it feels. When he puts his hand between us, his thumb on my clit, I move faster to feel the sharp bite of an orgasm about to overtake me.
I gasp at the same time his body tightens, and then let him clutch me against his chest as we both come together.
Our hearts beat at the same time, racing out of control. My ear pressed to his chest, I listen until it slows, until I can get my thoughts under control.
“One more thing,” I say, looking up at him.
He tucks my hair behind my ear. “I don’t know if I can handle one more thing right now.”
I smile, my heart bursting again. “Not that. I mean, I have something to say.”
“What?”
“I love you.”
He exhales and then kisses me. “Fuck. I thought maybe you weren’t going to say it back. Which is fine—I mean, if you’re not there—”
“I’ve been there since before we ever started anything,” I say. “I’ve been there since before Carrie.”
“Really? That long?”
I duck my chin, embarrassed. “Yes.”
“Don’t do that.” Mason sits up and then pulls me onto his lap. “I’m glad you told me.”
“You are?”
He takes my face between his palms. “Yes. I feel like a dick for not saying something sooner to get us where we are now—and for even going out with Carrie in the first place. But, like I told her, Carrie did me a favor. She screwed me over, and because of that, I got to get to know you better.”
“Was it worth it?”
“Completely.” He kisses me, tongue lingering in my mouth, his hands wandering again. “All of that was worth it because it brought me to you.”
“I love you so much,” I whisper against his lips.
He smiles. “I love you, too. Now I have one more thing.”
I feel his dick twitch against me and grin. “Already?”
“Not that, though probably that again soon.”
“What is it, then?” I ask.
He kisses me once more. “Move in with me. I want you here with me. Always.”
His words surprise me, but there’s no hesitation. “Yes.”
“Really? That easy?”
“That easy. I know where I’m supposed to be.”
He breathes out and then touches his forehead to mine. “Good.”
“Were you really that worried?”
He nods. “Yes, about everything. I thought I knew love when I was with Carrie, but it was nothing like this. Now I know h
ow it really feels, and I don’t want to fuck it up.”
“You’re not. I think…what we’re doing feels right.”
He kisses me hard and then stands with me still in his arms. “Good. Then, let’s celebrate.”
“Wine?” I ask.
He nods.
“And a bath?”
He nods again. “As long as I can join you.”
I smile. “I insist on it.”
EPILOGUE
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MASON
It has to be tonight. Waiting any longer to make Lucy mine is going to kill me. We’ve been living together for six months and for the last three I’ve been coming home with her every night thinking the same thing.
I need her. I need her to be mine.
“I can’t leave without saying good luck,” Carlos says before he exits through the back door at the end of his shift.
“Good luck with what?”
“Asking her to marry you.” He points to my pocket. “I assume that’s what you’ve been grabbing in your pants all night. Otherwise…damn, son, you really need to get off a little more at home.”
I laugh and wince at the same time. “How do you always know everything?”
Carlos points to his temple. “Smart. Observant.” He grins. “And sexy. Deadly combo. Go do it now.”
He leaves before I can respond, but he’s right again. I can’t wait anymore. And since the diner is where I met Lucy, it makes sense to ask her here.
I turn music on the diner speakers and then walk to the tables, where she’s filling the salt like she does every night we work the late shift. It’s just us alone again, like it was the first time.
She glances at me with a grin. “Music?”
“Ambiance.” I take her into my arms and sway with her, kissing her smiling mouth.
Just her simple smile makes me hard. Just her presence sets me at ease. Everything about her is right. Right for me.
“Mason,” she murmurs when my hand squeezes on her hip. She points to the ceiling. “There are cameras.”
