Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Lucas’s face tilts to me and our eyes lock. We both grin at each other while his mom continues to ramble on, and I breath out a sigh of relief at how easy that was. I know she’s going to have lots of questions and this is still a big shock for her, but I lay my head on the pillow and settle in while Lucas starts to tell mom exactly what’s going on in his life.
Chapter 15
Lucas
“Your mom,” Stephanie says after I disconnect the call and look back to her. “She’s unbelievable.”
“Told you,” I reply with a smile, and she nods. Because yes, I’ve been trying to reassure her that my parents were going to be supportive of us, but I knew she’d never believe it until she heard it with her own ears.
“You’re very lucky,” she says, eyes soft with happiness for me that I have the parents I have. Not one ounce of jealousy within, just complete satisfaction that I have something amazing in my life.
That right there tells me Stephanie cares for me a lot more than she’ll ever admit, and that’s okay by me. I’ve figured out well enough that I’m in this for the long haul. She’s not going anywhere, as we’re going to always be connected by our child, and I’m fine with her coming to a slow realization that she can actually open her heart up to a relationship.
“Shall we call mine and get it over with?” she asks while wrinkling her nose in distaste at the idea, and I’m immediately filled with both anger and sorrow for her.
Fucking hate her parents.
Fucking hate that look on her face right now, especially after watching her wonder and delight as we talked to my mom.
I grab my phone and toss it behind me before reaching an arm out to pull Stephanie closer. She lets out a huff of surprise as I move in, pressing our bodies tight. “We’ll call them later.”
“Later?” she asks, but then she purrs as my mouth comes to hers.
I’m filled with elation over my parents knowing and supporting us, and sadness that Stephanie will never know that from her own. I want to distract her, and show her there’s more to life than what she knows, and so I do it in the easiest manner for her to handle such closeness.
My hands roam over her body, dipping beneath clothing, touching and caressing and pinching, all the while my mouth moves over hers. Hearing her tiny breaths and silky moans fuels me on to take more and more from her. It could be hours or minutes, but time stands still as our clothes come off. I know it’s not possible, but I feel like we do this without ever breaking contact, and that’s because we’re lost to sensation and growing lust.
“Luc,” Stephanie whispers as I bring my hand to her pussy, lightly stroking and teasing her flesh there. Her hips rotate and flex toward me and she gives a tiny growl of frustration when I won’t give her more.
“Easy,” I tell her softly. “I’ll get you there.”
“Not before I die,” she admits on a soft breath. My heart clenches over her admission and a need wells up inside of me.
A need to possess her and make sure she understands that at least at this moment, she’s all mine and I’m all hers.
My fingers get slippery and I roll them over her clit while I move my mouth to her breasts. Her body arches and she fucking pants out her needs.
“Please, Luc…right there…so close.”
And when she does finally break apart while riding my fingers, I can feel her partly submit to the knowledge she is indeed mine and I’m hers, hopefully forever, if I have my way.
I want to make sure that knowledge stays embedded in her heart and mind, so I roll her to her stomach and bring my body on top of hers. My legs push down between hers and then spread, causing hers to open up. My mouth goes to her shoulder blade and I give her a tiny bite.
“Mmmmm…what are you doing back there?” she asks in a sated voice.
Way too sated. I need to wreck her again.
I rear up to my knees, pulling her up at the hips as she lets out a tiny grunt of surprise. “You know what I’m doing back here.”
Her laugh is husky. Delighted. Wanting.
My hand goes between her legs and two fingers easily slide into her from behind. “Tell me how bad you want it, Stephy.”
She just moans with her head turned on the pillow, her eyes closed in rapture as I slowly pump my fingers in and out of her.
“Tell me you need it,” I murmur, adding another finger.
“Luc,” she huffs out as she pushes her ass backward, seeking more.
“Tell me, Steph,” I urge, going a little harder, feeling her flesh hugging my fingers tightly.