If You Say So (KPD Motorcycle Patrol Book 6)

by Lani Lynn Vale

  Chapter 16

  A wise person once muttered ‘fuck this shit’ and lived happily ever after.

  -Frankie’s secret thoughts

  Frankie

  “There you are!”

  I turned to find Jessica and Ashley making their way to their car.

  “What happened to you?” Ashley asked.

  “We went on that boat ride.” I didn’t see a point in lying.

  “Oh,” Ashley said. “Well, it’s weird that you left. But, funny thing. We were drinking out at the bar, and you’ll never guess who we saw!”

  I didn’t really care who they saw.

  What I cared about was getting off my feet.

  I’d worn wedge sandals and they were killing my arches and toes after wearing them for so long.

  Balancing in them while trying to stay steady and drink a beer was hard work.

  “Dr. Cromwell and his brother!” Jessica cried. “Can you believe that?”

  No, no I could not. Especially since I’d heard they were leaving the country. Not going to Florida.

  “We couldn’t either,” Jessica admitted. “He hung out with us. Even bought his brother a beer to drink. It was odd drinking and partying with a seventeen-year-old, but Cromwell seemed fine with it.”

  “I’ll never understand why he let that kid get away with grabbing that poor waitress’s ass, though,” Jessica continued as if I’d replied when I hadn’t. “Dr. Cromwell got all pissy with the kid. Told him to go home. Then he said something that was really weird.”

  My brows rose at that.

  I didn’t bother replying, though.

  It’d be a waste of breath.

  “He told the brother to go home and stop acting like his mother,” Ashley said, yawning. “We’re going to sleep it off in the car. Bye.”

  I would’ve wondered at their abrupt departure had I not felt Luca’s warm palm slide across my back.

  “Let’s get in the truck, too,” he suggested.

  I got into the front seat the moment he unlocked the truck.

  He ignored his door and went to the back door.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, feeling a slight buzz in my head.

  He gestured to the back seat with his hand.

  “I’m going to get back here where it’s more comfortable,” he answered. “Gonna be here a while. Want to be where I can kick my feet up.”

  I liked the way he thought.

  Since I was already in the front seat, though, I didn’t bother to get out to get to him. Instead, I climbed over the middle console and practically threw myself into his arms.

  “We could’ve called an Uber,” I said as I snuggled into his embrace.

  He made a grunting sound that was suspiciously close to a laugh.

  “And leave my vehicle here overnight?” he asked. “This is a robber’s paradise. All high-end vehicles. Expensive things left in cars because they’re vacationers. Out of town so once they leave they’re not going to really want to come back to deal with someone that robbed them…”

  He started to say more, but my mind was caught on the way his abs were tightening and loosening as he spoke, explaining why leaving the truck here was a bad idea.

  So, I just left him to it.

  I listened to him as he spoke about anything and everything under the sun.

  It was only when he got to Cromwell that I started to really pay attention again.

  My brain was a bit buzzed, but something had bothered me when it came to Cromwell being here, too.

  “Isn’t it a little inappropriate that he’s here?” I asked curiously. “I mean, we’re his students. Why would he come here, specifically?”

  He made a humming noise in his throat.

  “Million-dollar question,” Luca said. “One I don’t have an answer to.”

  Sighing in exasperation, I inhaled deeply, pulling Luca’s scent deep into my lungs.

  When we’d made our grocery run, he’d made me buy him all of his usual products.

  And now he smelled so much like his old self that at times I didn’t know whether I was in the past or the future when I closed my eyes.

  God, it was just so good to have him there that sometimes I could cry.

  Sometimes I did cry.

  I let my hands sneak under the soft shirt again and run along his abdominal muscles.

  They tightened and relaxed as he waited to see what I’d do next.

  In answer to his silent challenge, I allowed my hand to slide down the length of his belly, coming to a stop along the elastic waistband of his athletic shorts.

  “Did I tell you how much I like these shorts?” I asked him, teasing the length of his waistband with one finger.

  “No.” He huffed out a laugh. “You didn’t say a word. Tell me now.”

  I grinned wickedly at him, then snuck my finger underneath the tight elastic and ran my fingernail along his pubic hair.

  “They make your dick look really big,” I said, whisper soft. “And I have come to find out that it’s one of my most favorite of your parts.”

  He laughed at that.

  “I’m happy to know that you enjoy my dick,” he admitted. “What I like even more is that you aren’t ashamed to admit it.”

  “Never,” I said vehemently. “I’ll never be ashamed about anything when it comes to you.”

  I felt butterflies swirl in my tummy at the way he reacted to that comment.

  “I love you,” he said softly.

  My inner Frankie screamed.

  “You do?” I asked, sounding hopeful.

  He nodded. “I’ve known it for a while now. But… over this last week? I’ve really come to find out that you not only mean the world to me, but that you think the world of me. I like having someone in my corner.”

  I sat up until he was plastered against my front now.

  “Luca,” I said softly. “You have no idea what you do to me.” I leaned closer to him. “And you would have more people in your corner if you’d only let them in.”

  It was a challenge and he knew it.

  “I’m worried,” he admitted. “Baby, I’m not the same person anymore. I don’t have any of their Luca’s memories. I don’t have any of that kid’s hopes and dreams. I don’t have anything left in here for them.”

  He patted his chest, where his heart lay.

  I dragged my fingers down his neck to rest at his collarbone.

  The one that’d he’d broken so many times before.

  “Did you know,” I said softly. “That when you were born, you got stuck, and they had to break your collarbone to get you out?”

  Luca paused. “No.”

  “Your mother told me about that day,” I said. “She told me how freakin’ scared she was. How hurt and confused, all she hoped for was that you were born, healthy and whole.”

  He swallowed and leaned back against the door.

  “Baby,” I said, crawling closer to him until I was practically on top of him. “The same thing is going to be the case here. They’re not going to care that you’re not the same little boy they raised. They’re just going to care that you’re healthy.”

  He didn’t say anything for a long time, so I allowed myself to lay my head against his chest once again and just breathe him in.

  His hand moved absently up and down my back, his fingers playing along my spine.

  “I still have a hard time with you calling me Luca,” he said out of the blue. “If I have a hard time with that…what do you think I’m going to do when they start treating me like their son?”

  “You are their son,” I said finally, once again looking at him. His face was a mask of indifference, but I knew there were a whirlwind of emotions pouring through him. “They’re going to treat you as such. But, baby, they’re allowed to. You. Are. Their. Son. They gave you life. And baby, trust me when I say, they’re going to be so happy.” I paused. “Do you want me to go back to calling yo
u Riel?”

  He looked petulant for a second before answering.

  “Luca is okay,” he finally said. “It doesn’t feel utterly wrong, at least, when you call me that. It feels… okay.”

  It feels okay.

  I wondered if I should worry about his ‘okay’ but the look on his face told me not to broach that subject just yet.

  “We have to tell your parents,” I reiterated.

  Luca shook his head. “Not yet. I need a couple more days to come to terms with my life before I tell them anything. When we get home… I’ll tell them. We’ll drive straight there and tell them.”

  I respected his wishes. But I also felt like he was doing his parents a disservice.

  I also felt like I was betraying them by not telling them the news beforehand.

  “I see your mind over there working,” he said, sounding amused. “But… just give me the four days that we have left in Florida. I’ll get my head turned back around on straight, and when we get home, I’ll talk to them. We’ll talk to them.”

  We’ll talk to them.

  I liked that he’d included me.

  I liked it a lot.

  But still… a niggling feeling was there in the back of my mind, making me want to tell them.

  But, though I had loyalty to all of them, Luca was my main priority.

  If he wanted to wait, we’d wait.

  And for the time being, I’d enjoy my time with just him, not sharing him with anybody.

  “Okay,” I said softly, willing to give him anything in the world if it was within my power. “How much longer do you think we’re going to have to sit here?”

  He chuckled, his chest moving up and down underneath of me as I leaned into him.

  His hands traveled up and down the length of my back.

  On one such pass, his hand skimmed over my shirt and came back up, catching the edge of the hem and pulling it up slightly to expose my skin.

  On his next pass, his fingers met bare skin, and instead of smoothing the dress back into place, he allowed his hand to go underneath.

  He didn’t do anything adversely inappropriate or anything, but that didn’t mean my mind didn’t start to wander.

  His cock wasn’t even hard as he played his rough palms up and down my back, but the more he moved his hands, the more excited I got at the idea of doing naughty things in the back seat of the truck.

  “I think probably about another hour or two,” he admitted. “That okay with you?”

  “As long as I get to spend that time with you, I don’t care how long it takes,” I admitted. “What are we going to do to amuse ourselves?”

  The way I said it must’ve penetrated his chaste brain, because I suddenly started to feel his cock lengthen against the inside of my thigh.

  Lips twitching at the way he was hardening by the second, I started to grind my hips down against him.

  He growled and lifted one of his hands up to bury in my hair.

  I’d left it down, long and crazy down my back.

  He used to love it when I left it long, so I’d done it today for him to see if he liked it.

  He had.

  The moment I’d come out of the bathroom, his eyes had zoomed in on the unruly locks and stayed there.

  “You know,” I told him as he clenched and unclenched his hand in my hair, I guessed as he tried to regain control that was quickly getting away from him. “You used to love it when I wore my hair down. You used to say that it was this wild, untamable mass that used to do things to you.”

  He growled low in his throat, and suddenly I found our positions reversed.

  I was now on my back, lying lengthwise along the back seat.

  He was hovering over me, his face in mine, as he stared into my eyes.

  The only light that there was to be had were the streetlights that were interspersed in the parking lot, meaning mostly his face was cast in shadows.

  But I could see the glittering of his eyes as he stared at me intently.

  “You came out of the bedroom today and this was all flowing around your face,” he said, his hand working through my hair as he ran the strands between his fingers. “And I thought, I want to wrap that around my fist and fuck her mouth.”

  My breath hitched.

  “I wonder if that was what you thought in the beginning,” I whispered breathlessly. “When we were first dating, I almost cut it. You begged me not to.”

  He bent down and licked my neck from collarbone to just under my chin.

  “I’m sure that it had a lot to do with it,” he admitted, moving so that he was now pressing against me deliciously. “Because all night long, I’ve thought of nothing else than what it would feel like between my fingers as I held you still. Fucked your mouth. Your pussy. Your…”

  My breath hitched when he paused at the last word.

  “My what?” I shivered. “Fucked my what?”

  I was almost scared of his answer.

  But there was nothing else left to fuck except for one other hole.

  “Say it,” I whispered.

  “My thoughts, baby?” he said slowly, once again going down to drop little teasing kisses along my jaw. “They’re dark now. I’m not sure you’re ready to hear exactly what I think.”

  I reached up to cup his face in my hands and turned him so that I could reach his mouth.

  When he allowed me that, I raised up and planted a hard kiss directly on his lips. I followed it up by licking the seam of them since he hadn’t opened up, then bit the plump bottom lip of his playfully.

  He gasped and I moved my mouth down to trail kisses over his face. His nose. His eyes. Anything I could reach before my abs began to screech in protest.

  “Tell me,” I urged. “I can take anything you’re willing to give. I assure you.”

  He must’ve sensed that I was telling the truth, because he leaned down until only a breath of air separated us and spoke directly into my mouth.

  “Your ass,” he growled. “I want to fuck your ass. I want to hold you down and fuck you so hard that you scream.”

  “In pleasure?” I asked, chest rising and falling with my increase in breaths.

  “In whatever I want you to scream in,” he said bluntly. “In whatever I want to do to you. Let that sink in.”

  I was letting it sink in.

  Boy, was I.

  And the delicious shiver that rocked my body after he said those words? Yeah, that definitely wasn’t in fear.

  “You don’t scare me, Luca,” I told him. “Nothing you do scares me.”

  “Nothing?” he asked, his voice deceptively like a purr.

  I started to push my hands underneath his shirt.

  I needed to feel his skin. Needed to…

  He bit my shoulder, hard enough to make me squeak.

  “Are you sure nothing I can do will scare you?” he asked, his hands going down to my dress and pushing it up as he slowly started to skirt his way up my bare thigh.

  I laughed when he froze at encountering my bare flesh.

  “You’re not wearing any underwear?” he growled.

  I licked my lips, loving the way he sounded so flabbergasted.

  “No,” I answered. “I took them off in the bathroom of the bar before we came out here. They were wet.”

  His hand moved until his fingers were hovering at my entrance.

  “Why were they wet?” he asked.

  I would’ve loved to say something sexy about how his body turned me on and that he made me wet, but I wasn’t usually a liar. And he knew exactly why they were wet.

  “I sat in water on the boat,” I answered, a grin tilting up the corner of my lips. “The wet underwear was driving me insane.”

  He chuckled against my skin as he slowly moved his mouth down to my breast that was still contained by the simple t-shirt dress that I’d worn out tonight.

  He bit my nipple through the fabric, then sucked the peak int
o his wet mouth and gave a small suck.

  “You know,” he said as he pulled back. “Just because you have breasts that don’t need a bra, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t wear one.”

  His fingers were on the move now, too, one finger now breaching my entrance with a casualness that was surprising.

  His breath wasn’t even coming any faster as he practically played my body like his own personal musical instrument.

  I moaned when his finger sank into me halfway, then pulled right back out again. I would’ve cursed him, too, had he not sunk it right back inside, only two fingers thick this time.

  “I wore no bra because I knew you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from looking at me all night.” I paused. “Or keeping me at your side so you could glare at anybody that dared look below my chin.”

  He bit down hard on my nipple, causing me to jerk.

  The move pushed his fingers deeper inside of me, causing other things to clench.

  “Jesus,” I said, unable to keep my hips still any longer. “The things you’re able to do to me with just two fingers and one single nipple.”

  He curled said fingers, and I nearly had an out of body experience.

  I didn’t realize that it was possible to come so fast and so abruptly but turns out I learned new things every single day.

  When I came back to myself, Luca was licking his fingers clean and shoving his shorts down low enough that his cock popped free.

  Seconds after that, his cock was at my entrance and our positions were once again changed.

  He was now sitting on the seat with his back to the soft leather, and I was straddling his thighs. Only, I was facing the front glass with my back to his.

  “Oh, God,” I said, loving how dirty this made me feel.

  If someone walked past the front of the car, they’d definitely see us—me—and what we were doing.

  There would be no denying it seeing as I was on display for the world to see.

  Then his cock was inside of me, filling me up, slow and steady.

  At first, the new position felt like he couldn’t get deep enough, but then I realized that it was because he was holding me in such a way that I couldn’t get all of him.

  Why, you ask, was he holding me that way?

  Because he could get to my asshole with his finger if I was pushed forward with my hands resting on his knees.