by Lila Rose
“Lucas,” I clipped.
He didn’t say or do anything.
“Babe,” I tried again, softer.
“I-If you, um, keep going, I won’t feel so, ah, bad… if that makes sense?”
It did. He needed touch and sensation to take him away from what his brain was saying to him. I grabbed the tube of lube, opened it, and squeezed some on my fingers before dropping it to the bed. Leaning in, I kissed the side of his inner thigh, and his body jolted from the contact. I trailed my tongue up until I leaned up and sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth.
He moaned. His hands moved from his face and gripped the blankets under us. As I licked and sucked, I gently reached out and rubbed my slicked fingers over his hole.
He rocked up into my mouth. “Wade,” he cried. I circled around his hole, making it wet, before slowly inserting one finger. “Oh, oh, yes,” he chanted.
Fuck me, but he was tight. Nothing like I’d felt before and my dick wanted in.
Lifting my mouth off his dick, I watched as I pushed in further, searching for the nub I knew would be there, and that would— “Hell,” Lucas cried, as soon as I touched his prostate. He dug his feet into the bed and ground down on my finger, but I was already pulling it back out and gliding it on the outer edge again. He whimpered, wanting more, but he would have to be patient. I didn’t want to hurt him.
“Wade,” he pleaded.
“I’ve got you,” I answered, and pushed my finger back in with another. He gasped, arching back. When I ran over the right area again, he moaned loud and long.
“Wade, honey, please,” he begged.
Jesus Christ, he was making my own patience run low. Sweat beaded over my brow. I wiped it with the back of my free arm before sliding it under his ass and taking a handful. Leaning in, I kissed Lucas’s thigh and nipped at his skin.
“Please, Wade, please, want you.”
Fucking hell.
“Where do you want me, babe?” I growled as I scissored my fingers, stretching him enough for me, at least I hoped, but I doubted because he was damn tight.
“Inside me,” he said, lifting his head to look down at me between his legs. He licked his lips and panted out his breaths. “Please.”
“Babe, maybe we should just keep doin’ this. You’re tight. I don’t wanna hurt you.”
He shook his head and clenched his jaw when my finger ran over the right area inside of him.
“No, can’t wait, won’t wait. Wade, need you.”
Fuck me, how was I supposed to resist that? I couldn’t, not when he was so needy for my dick. For me.
Withdrawing my fingers, I got to my knees, and Lucas watched with hooded eyes as I grabbed the condom, ripped it open, and rolled it on. When Lucas started running his hand up and down his stomach and chest, I ground my teeth together and tugged my balls back down. I grabbed the lube and slathered it over my hard-on. Lucas’s hand dipped, and he slid his palm up and down his dick. I quickly slapped it away.
“If you do that, I won’t fuckin’ last. I’m already on edge from watchin’ you just take my fingers.”
His smile was sweet. “Then you better hurry before I lose it myself from knowing you’re here, mine, and how you’re about to be inside me.”
I closed my eyes and tugged my balls once again. Opening my eyes, I glared down at him. “No talkin’.”
His eyes brightened as he laughed. “Okay,” he whispered, amusement in his eyes.
“Lucas,” I warned as I applied more lube to and around his hole. Of course, I couldn’t resist slipping a finger in and watching him gasp, arch, and close his eyes. When I took it out, he opened his lids and glared.
“Come here, Wade,” he ordered.
It was fucking cute.
I pressed my hands onto the bed and leaned forward, dipping low so I could kiss him. He wrapped me up and gave back as good as he got. I glided my lips down to his ear and sucked on his lobe. My Lucas was back to breathing hard.
“Lift your legs up, babe. Onto my shoulders.”
Gone were the actions of shyness. He lifted them and bared his hole to me, ready for fucking. Reaching between us, I lined up my cock to his hole and slowly pushed forward.
“Wade,” he said softly.
“Tell me if it’s too much. Tell me if you hurt, babe.”
He nodded, reaching up to cup my cheeks. “I’ll let you know.”
“Good,” I grunted and pushed in a little more.
I locked my jaw tight and closed my eyes. His tightness surrounded me so fucking snugly it wasn’t funny because already, I was on the verge of losing my load.
His hands gripped my forearms, and I opened my eyes to see him flinch. I started to pull out, but his hands moved to my hips, and he said, “No, just wait a moment.” I shook my head. “Please. I need to adjust, and then it’ll be good. I’ll be good.”
Christ, I hated the fact he was uncomfortable, but I’d said it to myself before, and I’d say it again, I’d give him anything he asked for… within reason.
I waited. My body tensed, and I wanted to push all the way in to feel him wrapped around me, but I wouldn’t do that. More sweat pooled over my brow and lower back. The tip of my cock was singing its praise at the tight heat. It didn’t want out. It wanted to blow into the hole, but I thought of everything else to keep the lid on it.
“All right,” Lucas said. His grip on my hips hardened, and he pulled me forward, my dick sliding in more.
Fucking hell. Fucking motherfucking hell. He was perfect. He felt amazing.
“Christ, babe, you feel so damn good,” I told him just as the last inch of my dick entered, and Lucas moaned. I pulled back out slowly and then in.
“Wade, God, it… it’s amazing,” he muttered. “More.”
I withdrew from the warmth and how his body caressed mine, and then thrust back in, which caused Lucas to cry out and arch. I stilled, in case I hurt him.
“More,” he demanded, opening his eyes and reaching up for me. He tugged me down, his legs dropping from my shoulders and sliding around my waist. His arms wound around my back and shoulders. With his chin tipped back, he pecked at my lips. “Fuck me, Wade,” he whispered.
I groaned, slid my hands under his ass, and held on as I drew out and thrust back in. “Fuck,” I clipped. “So good. Jesus, too good.”
“Faster, please.”
As soon as those words left Lucas’s mouth, I did as asked and pumped in and out of him in a frenzy of wild fucking.
“Wade,” he panted. “I’m close.”
Christ, he wasn’t even touching himself. “Me too, babe, fuck, me too.”
Lucas’s arms pressed harder around me, his thighs squeezing me, and I could feel his feet digging into the bed as I kept fucking him over and over.
“Wade,” he cried and then moaned, just before I felt his load wet us between our stomachs. He came, causing his ass to tighten even more around me, and then I was lost. I groaned and cursed through my own release as I emptied inside him.
I rested for a moment on top of him, but I didn’t want to squish him with all my weight. I pulled my cock free, even when I didn’t want to, and moved to his side, curling him into my body with an arm under his head and one over his slick waist. I didn’t give a fuck we were getting his load everywhere. I just wanted to goddamn hold him.
He ran his hand up and down my arm. He hummed under his breath and said, “That was good.”
I kissed his temple, his cheeks, and then adjusted my body so I could have his mouth. “That was fuckin’ unreal.”
A stunningly wide smile curved his lips. “It was.”
“I’ll get a cloth to clean you up. You stay there,” I told him and slid from the bed. I nearly swayed on my damn feet after coming so fucking hard.
Lucas chuckled. “You okay?”
“Better than okay,” I said, and walked from the room. I shook my head and couldn’t wipe the smile from my face. He was damn perfect for me. Christ, I was already growing half hard f
rom just thinking about being inside him. I couldn’t wait to do it again, and again, for the rest of our damn lives.
After warming the washcloth, I walked back into the bedroom to find him exactly as I’d left him, with him smiling at me. He brushed some hair from his face, and I sat on the bed, first cleaning him off and then myself before dropping it to the floor.
“You sore?” I asked, getting back in the bed and dragging him close once more.
“A little. But I’m already looking forward to doing it again,” he admitted before he ducked his head into my chest, embarrassed by his words. I grinned. He’d eventually learn he didn’t have to be embarrassed. However, until then, I fucking liked seeing him this way as well.
Chuckling, I said, “That’s good. I know I’m already lookin’ forward to it.”
And many more days spent with him. Hell, they didn’t even have to be spent fucking. I wanted him in all ways. To talk to, to hold, to know everything about, to even fucking hold his hand. I wanted him in every way.
He was mine, and soon, everyone would know, and I didn’t give a shit because it meant I could do all those things without hiding. Except the fucking. That’d be behind closed doors. No one got to see Lucas as he came.
“You make me happy, Lucas.”
He lifted his head and smiled softly. “You make me happy, Wade.”
I tucked some of his wild hair behind his ear. “Thank you for the second chance.”
He shook his head. “Thank you for wanting me.”
“Always will.”
He kissed my jaw. “Same.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Lucas
It had been a month since Wade and I had first had sex. He’d made me wait for a few days before he got to do it again because he wanted to make sure I wouldn’t be sore for the second time. I’d told him my body would get used to it, but he wouldn’t listen. It had been our first argument.
Standing in the bedroom with my hands on my hips, I shouted, “Don’t you think I know my body just a bit more than you?”
“No.”
I growled under my breath. “You’re being stubborn, Wade Williams.”
“Usin’ the full name. At least I know what to look out for when you’re pissed at me. But I’m not givin’ up on this, Lucas. We wait.”
I threw my hands out, then planted them back on my hips. “I’m fine,” I snarled. “I know I’m fine. I was fine the next dang day.”
He stood from the bed and stomped across the room to me. He cupped my cheek and lifted my angry gaze to his. “You may feel fine, but I won’t risk it. I didn’t like you feelin’ uncomfortable the first time. I don’t like the thought of you in pain. Your ass is sensitive. You admitted it just this damn mornin’. For my sake, please give in on this, and I’ll suck you off.”
I went to argue back until the last words registered. “Well, okay then,” I replied.
His grin was smug. He’d won, but in the end, I did too because I came, and okay, he did as well, but still, I felt like I won.
Since then, we were at it like rabbits. He couldn’t get enough of me, like I couldn’t him. I’d also been right. My body may need a day of recuperation, depending on how hard he’d taken me, but my body adjusted to him.
The only nights we slept apart from one another were when he was working, which was three times a week, or if I studied and stayed up late in the living room so he could catch up on some sleep.
“Morning” came grumbled from behind me. Wade and his grumpy self had just woken.
I glanced over my shoulder from the stove and smiled. “Morning back. There’s coffee in the pot that’s ready for you.” Wade had brought a coffee maker since he didn’t like instant, and he was here all the time.
Instead of getting the coffee, he came up behind me and kissed my shoulder. Topless, his skin warmed mine. “What’re you makin’?”
“Pancakes.” I turned my head enough for him to give me what I wanted: a quick kiss before I faced the pan, so I didn’t burn them.
“I’m gonna get fat eatin’ your cookin’,” he said, his voice low and gruff from sleep still.
I laughed. “I doubt it. You work out every day. Besides, my not-so-healthy cooking goes hand in hand with your healthy stuff.”
His hands slid around to my naked stomach, and he tugged me back so I could feel his erection. “We fit together well then.”
“We do.” I grinned. He glided a hand down and into my sweatpants, where he wound it around my thickened length. He ran it up and down, getting me harder than I already was.
A throat cleared. “Please tell me you’re not jerkin’ my brother off in my kitchen.”
Wade chuckled, but he didn’t let go of me. “All right, I won’t tell you that.”
“Brother, get your fuckin’ hand outta there.”
Wade kissed my neck again and removed his hand, turning toward Zion. “You gonna make me a coffee?”
“Get your own,” Zion said. “You practically live here. I ain’t waitin’ on you.”
“True. But I’ve got another place to look at this afternoon. Hopefully it’ll be the one,” Wade said as he got himself a coffee, and I tried to calm my raging erection.
Wade had been to many houses, but none were what he’d been looking for. He knew what he wanted, and I knew him, which meant he’d make sure he’d get exactly that.
“How many would this be you’ve checked out?” Zion asked.
“This will be the fifteenth,” I said for him.
Zion laughed. “Fingers crossed for you then, brother. Now, are you two comin’ to the compound tonight?”
“I’ll see how it goes in church this mornin’,” Wade said. He hadn’t told the rest of his brothers yet because I’d asked him not to. That was only because I wanted to give us a little more time to be just us without anyone else saying anything to get him riled. It had been a few weeks ago when we’d gone out on our first date, and some drunk guy had made a comment when Wade had kissed me. I was lucky Wade listened to me to leave it alone; that was after he’d given the guy a black eye. I worried he would take on his brothers if one of them made a snide comment, which was bound to happen. Some of them just learned to grow up that way. However, Wade was going to let the brothers know who he was dating before the party at the compound that night where I would go as, not Zion’s brother, but Wade’s partner.
“I’m sure the brothers won’t care.”
“We’ll see, but if anyone says anythin’ to Lucas tonight, I’ll fuckin’ have their blood.”
“I’ll be right there backin’ you up, Wreck, you know that.”
Wade grunted.
“Hell, I won’t be the only one either. Don’t stress over it,” Zion said.
I kept quiet because I was a little worried. Not about showing I was committed to Wade, but over Wade wanting blood if they were idiots about us being together.
My phone started ringing. Wade picked mine up from the table and looked at it. “It’s Mom,” he said just before he answered with, “Hey, Mom, you’ve got Wade here.” I glanced at Zion to find him smiling like I was. Mom and Dad adored Wade so much they’d told him to call them Mom and Dad. I loved they did that for him, knowing it meant a lot to him.
“Nah, he’s awake and cookin’ breakfast. Hang on, I’ll put you on speaker.”
“Morning, my boys” came through the phone.
“Morning,” I replied.
“Hey, Momma Bear,” Zion called.
“Lucas, good luck on your test today, and Zion, a friend of mine has a daughter who’s just moved to the area—”
“No thanks, Mom. Love you, but I’ve gotta get a shower in before the other two hog it. Bye.” He quickly raced out of the kitchen.
“Zion!” Mom yelled.
“He’s gone, Mom,” I said.
She sighed. “That boy, he’ll never settle down and find the one like you two have.”
Wade and I looked at each other and grinned. As I dished up the last of the cooked
pancakes, I said, “He will, Mom. It just might take longer.”
“Then I’ll never get grandkids I can spoil. Unless… are you two looking at a surrogate or adopting?”
Wade choked on the sip of coffee he’d just had. I laughed. “Mom, it’s too soon to even think of that.”
She sighed again. “I suppose you’re right.”
“How’s the house coming?” I asked. Mom and Dad were still living with our aunt at the moment because once they’d come back from Australia, neither wanted to leave again. Dad hadn’t realized he’d missed home so much. Currently, they were building a two-bedroom house about fifteen minutes away from Zion’s.
“Another couple of months and we’ll be in there. It’s just lucky your aunt has a big enough house for all of us until it’s done.”
“That is lucky,” I said, aware they would have been staying here with us and sleeping in the living room.
“Anyway, I better go. Your father wants to go to the hardware store, and I have to go with him so he doesn’t spend all our money on useless things.”
“Good luck,” Wade said.
“Thank you. Love to you both.”
“Love you, Mom.”
When Wade didn’t respond, uncomfortable with the word and expressing his emotions because of his asshole parents, Mom called, “Wade?”
“Ah, yeah, you too.”
She giggled. “That’ll do.” Then she hung up.
I placed the plate on the table and walked over to him, slipping my arms around his waist. “You’ll get there.”
“It’s not because I don’t want to say it. I just ain’t tellin’ your mom I love her when I haven’t said it to you first.”
My heart perked up and skipped a beat before taking off in flight, along with my stomach.
“Um… okay,” I muttered.
He tucked some hair behind my ear. “Eyes, Lucas.”
I looked up at him.
He smiled softly. “You know, right?”
“What?”
“That I fuckin’ love you.”
My stupid eyes chose that moment to water for no reason, and all my swoony emotions were swirling inside me.
