Trash Daddy

23. Farewell, My Summer Love

My mind rotates to the words of passion Luke and I said to each other.

Carmella, what have you done? Why did you say that? He owes me nothing, and I asked him to not abandon me. Shame flares in my chest and I toss an arm over my face.

Heat of the moment, it had to be. Luke was being weirdly possessive, and I was on a sex high. I rolled with it. Yeah, that tracks.

Things get said in the heat of the moment that people don”t really mean. I confessed love to Grady Felton after giving my first blowjob at fifteen, and clearly, that didn”t pan out.

I sigh. The white stucco ceiling stares down on me, judging my sluttier than normal behavior. The blankness of the canvas gives me a screen onto which I can replay last night”s events over and over in increasing arousal and alarm.

Luke”s soft, even breathing and the dead weight of his arm draped over my stomach let me know he is deep in sleep. His face presses into my shoulder, the rest of his body wrapped around me. Two nights in his bed have confirmed that Luke is a cuddler.

It strikes me as oddly sweet and vulnerable, especially in someone like Luke.

I like it. It makes me wonder what other types of softness lurk under the con artist. My hand lifts of its own accord to touch his deep brown hair. I can”t date Luke and Luke can”t date me for multiple reasons.

One, he is much older than I am and he probably doesn’t have any long-term interest in a routine fuckup like me.

Two, I can”t stay in White Cove. Staying here is a death sentence in the form of either going to prison, a mental institution, or back to my aunt.

Three, aside from strikingly similar pasts, complimenting interests in movies, music, and the beach, love of the same foods, and an agreement on the harsh realities of life—and barring the fact that the world never seemed to want either one of us—what could we even share?

My chest feels tight and my eyes burn with unshed tears. Nausea churns in my stomach. Pain and pressure pushes in on me like my heart might just cave in from the weight. Then, I”ll be this hideous thing with an empty chest and a crushed heart. Everyone will know how broken I am just by looking.

Fuck.I run my fingers through my hair, pulling painfully at the roots. When that isn”t enough to get the overwhelming emotions to subside, I dig my nails into my thighs and flinch at the burning sensation. Eventually, the pressure in my chest eases.

The cool, oily sensation on my fingertips has me gently sliding from the bed before I get blood on his sheets.

Padding into the kitchen, I rifle through the cupboards until I find the scattered remains of a first-aid kit and a few loose, floating Band-Aids.

I search around for some ibuprofen and antacids as well. Should have figured I am a little hungover by how emotional I am. Popping the pills out of their little silver packages, I scope them up and set about making coffee.

Luke finds me several hours later at the front desk.

”What are you doing out here?” His voice holds the edge of sleep and frustration.

I glance at him and hold up the piece of paper I’m doodling on. Little characters of Luke the crab decorate around the page. ”I couldn”t sleep anymore, so I made some coffee and came in here.”

”Oh.” He seems a little chastised. ”I thought maybe you took off or something.” He walks closer to inspect the little crabs. It makes his mouth curl up in a cute smile. I find myself looking for his smiles more often than not.

I frown. ”Why would you think that I”d left?”

He sighs and puts the page down, staring out the front windows. ”You were pretty drunk and cried a little before you passed out last night. I thought maybe you were upset about Daniel, but you wouldn”t answer me.”

Shame rolls up through me. Great. That’s great.

”Sorry, I occasionally get upset when I get drunk. It just sort of shakes loose once I get too tired. At least I didn”t puke on you. I puked on my best friend Trixie on her seventeenth birthday before crying on her shoulder. Not my best moment.” I pause. ”I didn”t puke on you, did I?”

He chuckles. ”No, it was a puke-free evening. So, you”re not upset about Daniel?”

”I haven”t given him a lot of thought. If I have to decide... I would say I was into it at that moment and I wanted to make you happy. I was also horny. Other than that...” I shrug.

He nods. ”Okay, good.”

A knock comes at the front of the store. Two men stand outside next to the black Escalade that was here when we left for Lux. The men are different from the ones hanging around yesterday. Luke looks at them and back at me. “Um, give me a second.”

“Should I leave?” I ask.

He walks toward the front doors. “No. No reason to. Sasha knows now.”

He opens the doors and lets them in. “Good morning, Lucas. Coffee?” I hear the larger of the two men say as he raises a thermos. He reminds me of Tommy with his close cropped hair, but only if Tommy was also over two hundred pounds of muscle and wore black sweats instead of gray. The man next to him is so unremarkable that he borders on boring. Neither good-looking nor ugly, he’s dressed in a nondescript white tee shirt and jeans.

“You know the way, Rikki, in the back there. Anything happen last night?” Luke says, pointing them toward the kitchen, and the group makes its way toward the back.

The two men look at me seated at the desk and back at Luke. He comes to a stop near me and motions for them to continue. The man named Rikki answers him and jerks his thumb at the man next to him. “Casper here thought he saw a vehicle matching the pictures you gave us drive by at a distance early this morning, but it was still dark and the vehicle didn’t linger or act out of the ordinary. Didn’t get a look at the plates. And other than that, we didn’t see anything.”

“Thanks, fellas, I appreciate you hanging around,” Luke says.

They nod and head into the kitchen, leaving us alone.

“Do you think seeing them out there was enough to discourage whoever it was?” I ask.

“Maybe. Probably.” Luke shrugs. “Honestly, it makes me feel better that nothing happened because it could mean we were on high alert for nothing. Or maybe it was something, but nothing that had to do with us.”

I sigh as some of the tension flows from me. “That would be a relief.”

He smiles.

An awkward quiet settles between us.

Spinning the pen in my fingers, I search for something to say while I stare at the paper. I feel like the words we spoke to each other in the back room are what”s causing the awkwardness between us, or at least on my end, they are.

He breaks the silence. ”About last night... are you going to stick around? Cause I”d like you to.”

My heart skips a beat before twisting horribly, and I chew the inside of my lip until it hurts before meeting his soft brown eyes and tousled hair. I don’t know how I can stay, but a part of me wants to. ”I”ll stay as long as I can.”

I can”t tell how he feels about that answer. There”s a flicker of something and then it”s gone. Slapping his hand on the tall table, he straightens up with a full smile. ”It”s Sunday. You know what that means?”

My eyebrows rise into my hairline at his sudden shift in mood. I shake my head.

”That means it”s beach day. ”

”I thought last night was our fun day.”

”What”s wrong with another fun day? You seemed to have thoroughly enjoyed the last one. Especially as you were getting stuffed.”

My cheeks heat at his words, and I glance to the back and shush him. He grins.

I know I shouldn”t go out, shouldn”t fuck around, and a thousand arguments rush to my lips, but I just nod. ”Okay.”

”Yeah, she wants to get stuffed again,” Luke announces loudly.

I suck in a mortified breath at the idea of that happening again or the men in the back hearing him, even if my pussy clenches and I get a little warm. I swear, if I can blush all the way down to my toes, this man is going to cause it.

Luke laughs and bends over to drop a kiss on my head before heading into the back.

I watch him go. Embarrassment and arousal leach from me as sadness settles in. I really am going to miss him.

The beach is magnificent. It’s a bright, hot day, and the teal-blue waters are refreshingly cool.

They lap around me as I float nearby. A rogue wave higher than the one I had been floating on raises me up before washing over my face. I sputter and spit, blowing salt water out of my mouth as my eyes burn. Another wave catches me unaware and makes me lose my balance. A familiar laugh sounds next to me and an arm slides around my waist, anchoring me.

”Jump,” Luke says. We push up from the seat floor as one, riding the next wave as it flows around us. This time, I keep my head above water.

Blinking away the salt water from my eyes, I turn in Luke”s arms and jump up, wrapping my legs around his waist. ”You’re lucky those shorts don”t rip off in the water, dirty Daddy.” He snorts. ”If your stringy triangles can hold up to the waves, then my dirty Daddy short-shorts definitely can.”

”Excuse me. I risk a nipple slip every time there is a big wave. People will forgive a nipple slip. I doubt they”ll forgive a cock slip. That”s indecent exposure. ”

”Double standards,” he mutters.

We”ve done nothing but flirt and play all morning. It started out as a game of kicking sand—which I lost because he got sand up my butt crack—then Luke brought me a couple of small seashells to make up for it. I tucked them into my beach towel. I want to keep them forever.

When I ran into the waves to rinse the sand from my most intimate places before I got too itchy, Luke trailed after me. Since payback was in order, I tried my best to dunk him, but the man wouldn”t go under.

So, the only natural solution was to tackle him and drown us both, which ended up with us in a tangled heap, both spitting out salt water and laughing hysterically.

I eye the shoreline as Luke carries me farther away from it, and the people shrink in size. The beach is packed today. Its tawny shores are laden with families, couples, and friends, all drawn to the azul waters and hours of memory-making fun. The water glimmers and licks at us as the warm sun beats down and heats my skin.

I look behind me, out into the blue expanse of water and sky. ”How far out are we going?”

”Until we have some privacy, just us and the ocean. I want to show you my special place. Don’t worry, it doesn’t get too deep.”

”You swim all the way out here by yourself?”

He nods.

I would be terrified of sharks or riptides this far out. I wrap my arms around him tighter as the darker blue water deepens to our necks. The rocks ahead come into view and the people on the shore look like tiny figures.

He was right, though. The water begins to drop away from my neck, and I sigh in relief. He squeezes me back, his breath in my ear. ”See, I told you.”

I let my finger trail down his back and lay my head on his shoulder as he carries me to the blackish rocks. One, in particular, is an oblong gray oval washed smooth by the waves. It lies partially jutted up and out of the ocean at an angle, making it a prime place to sit or sunbathe. It”s big and some parts of it sink in, becoming holes that the ocean washes in and out of. I love it. It”s like a tiny rock island.

My fingers touch Luke”s damp hair. I press my lips to his cheek, giving him a kiss and leaning into the feel of him under my hands. Heat rears up in my clit and I wish I could squeeze my legs together to ease it... or maybe I can convince Luke to ease it for me on the rocks.

Feeling brazen, I bring my mouth to his ear and give it a playful nip and tug, letting my tongue flick against the lobe. He grunts and laughs, pulling me closer. Taking the invitation, I drop kisses along his jawline before dipping down to lick and suck his neck, moving his golden chain out of the way. He stops walking and holds me to him. ”Shit, you”re making my dick hard, honey.”

I open my mouth and suck onto the place over his collarbone, the chain settling against my mouth. As I bite down a little, he moans. ”Harder.” I do as I”m told, reveling in the feeling of him under my teeth. I flick my tongue against his skin as the heat between my legs becomes an inferno. The desire to bite down until he yelps and fucks me into oblivion washes over me and I let go. Panting, I admire the deep red-purple bruise I left on his shoulder.

He seizes the back of my hair, and his lips come down on mine, crushing and hot. Our teeth click as I open my mouth at the insistence of his tongue, and it dances with mine. He drops my bottom half into the water gently, and my hands roam his chest. I let my nails rake gently down the front of him, delighted by the response I get when he squeezes me.

I”m lightheaded by the time he breaks the kiss. His hard cock rubs against my pussy for a split second before ending up pushing into my stomach.

”I”ve never brought anyone here before. This is my place.” His thumb brushes my cheek and rubs across my lower lip.

My swim top sags as purple strings suddenly dangle free, his nimble fingers working the next knot. He pulls my bikini top away, tossing it onto the rocks, and I’m topless in front of him and the endless sky and water.

“What about Tracey?” I ask.

“She wouldn’t have appreciated it,” he says, pushing my hair away from my face.

I swallow thickly as we look at one another. My mark sits proudly on his tan shoulder, bruised and deeply colored. The sea coats his body, making him look like some kind of dark, chaotic water god.

“I thought you didn’t like the quiet.” This far out, the only sounds around us are the waves hitting the rocks and the far off calls of seagulls.

He steps into me. ”The ocean isn”t quiet. It gives me privacy without silence.”

His hands palm my ass, dragging me back against him. He squeezes and kneads my muscles, inches away from where I genuinely want his fingers. My heart soars at the meaning of his words. Butterflies dance inside me.

I pull his face down to me and kiss him soundly. My lips bruise from the force of it.

Cool, wet stone presses into my back and suddenly, I’m being lifted and placed down on a smooth, warm surface. Luke hefts himself out of the water and crawls up my body before settling his weight down on me.

My nipples tingle as he rolls one into his hot mouth and flicks the other. It sends sparks straight to my clit and I push my hips up and into him, seeking friction. His hands slip under the seam of my suit, parting my curls and rubbing against my clit. I moan and grab onto his arm as he plays my body, stringing me out.

He unties the bottom of my swimsuit and pushes it out of the way. The stroke of his fingers over the entrance to my pussy has me sizzling on the rocks. He dips a finger into me, and it’s not enough. ”More,” I tell him, letting my fingers trail lazily down his body.

He bites my nipple, making me jump and whine against him. ”Beg me and maybe I’ll give you more.”

”I need more. I want you. Please, I just... Finger me. I want to feel your hands on me.”

He doesn”t move, doesn”t give me any friction.

I spread my legs wider, opening myself to him, and push his hand deeper into me as I ride it. ”Please, Luke, touch me.” My words are a sweet surrender.

Three fingers push into me, gloriously sweet and filling with a hint of pain as I stretch to accommodate the size. My head kicks back, and he feasts upon my tits, stimulating my nipples until I’m a panting, sweating mess.

His voice is thick as he withdraws and shoves his short-shorts down his legs, his cock springing free. The words escape from my lips. ”Finally. Please fuck me, Luke. I want your cock in me.”

He drops a glorious smile on me. It”s magic, that smile. I want to purr and cum and crawl inside him all at once.

He stretches out on top of me, settling his weight as he kisses my neck, shooting little sparks of lust between my legs. I gently play with his nipples and earn myself another low moan from him as he slides his hand between us. Using his cock, he parts my slickness and thrusts against my clit. ”Oh fuck, please, Luke. Please, fuck me this time.”

”You want me to fuck you like a dirty slut?”

”Yes, please, oh God, yes.” I stare between our bodies as he holds himself up to watch as he teases me.

He looks down at me and shakes his head. ”Today, we are going to take it slow.” On his last word, he dips into my opening, just a whisper of his size spreading me before he pulls away. I’m desperate and panting, and a moan of frustration is pulled out from me. He eases into me a little more, and I raise my hips greedily.

”Tsk, tsk. No, you don”t.” He pulls away, chuckling, his voice rough with desire. “Be good and be still.” He gives me a little more. I try to pull him to me, kiss him, but he dodges me.

I slide one hand down between us and flick my clit, clenching around the tip of his cock nestled in me. I moan at the sensations. Luke pins my arms above my head and settles back down between my thighs, blocking the view. “Such a greedy girl. See, I knew you wanted to get stuffed.” Flexing his hips, he slides into me all the way to the base and hisses.

The full sensation of him being inside me flutters my eyes closed. I roll my hips and my breath is stolen away by how good he feels. I roll them again, fucking myself on his cock. Luke pants as he rubs my nipples, cranking up my arousal. He drops little kisses on my neck, lips, face, and hairline before resting his forehead against mine.

The moment is perfect: our limbs entangled, him filling me, pressed against each other so closely. I feel seen and beautiful spread across the rocks under him in his favorite spot. This is a bittersweet gift and one I accept covetously. No matter where I go in life, my memory will always exist here in his favorite place. A place he only shared with me. My eyes sting and I blink back the tears.

He cages me inside his arms as he begins to rock himself inside of me. I come apart sharply and suddenly, a hot gush covering us both as I cry out. ”Fuck, that”s hot, caramel drop. I didn”t know you could do that,” he says and thrusts again, sliding into my body, hitting that perfect spot. I bite my lip. ”You feel so fucking good,” he praises.

He thrusts harder. ”I knew the moment you reminded me of the beach, this was where I was going to fuck you.” He thrusts again and I hold on to his back, locking my legs around his waist and rising to meet him. He stares down at me. ”I want you to stay here. With me. I know there are problems, but stay.” He rocks into my body, hitting my cervix with an arousing shock of pain before withdrawing.

”Fuck, you”re so wet. Tell me you”ll stay,” he begs. I moan in frustration, as he continues to fuck me. ”Tell me and I’ll let you fuck yourself on my cock.”

”Tell me.” He pulls out, and I”m bereft.

”No, I”ll stay. I’ll stay. Please come back, Luke.” I beg.

”Look at me.”

It hurts me, but I look up at him.

”Tell me you’ll stay.”

”I”ll stay.”

He slides into me again. ”Because you want me?”

”Yes.” I whimper. He thrusts deeply against my G-spot and I see stars.

”You want to be my slut?”

”Fuck yes.” His hand slips down and slaps my clit.

”Say it again.” He rubs that bundle of nerves in a circle.

”I want to be your slut. I want to be with you. Please.” I”m embarrassed but too far gone, and his restraint snaps. He crushes me into the rock. It bites into my back as he sets a brutal pace, fucking me deeply.

I cry out as the friction becomes too much and I clench around his cock. Hot juices coat the both of us, the wet slapping of his body against mine dominating the heavy, warm air around us.

”I”m going to cum in you. Tell me you want it, slut.” His voice is dark with need.

The thought of him filling me up drives me mad. It”s stupid and reckless, but the need is there. ”Cum in me. Fuck yes, cum in me.”

I don’t recognize my own voice, but I don’t care. His fingers are on my clit and his cock slides in and out of me while he kisses me into oblivion, and I”m lost.

My orgasm rips through me. It draws up my back like a string on a puppet, and a slew of curse words roll out of my mouth as wave after wave of ecstasy rolls through my body. My muscles squeeze Luke”s dick, and the friction makes me cry out, ”Oh, God, yes.”

Luke groans and a sudden sense of heat, hotter than before, flares inside me. His hips lose their rhythm as he thrusts into me. I can feel his cum coating me inside and out as he continues to ride my pussy, rocking into me until his dick softens and he slides out.

Lying down next to me, he pulls me into his arms, and I feel a gush of fluid from between my legs. I”ve never let any of the guys cum in me before. It”s sexy and scandalous and a primal part of my brain is so turned on, I could purr, knowing the slickness between my legs is from him.

His voice distracts my thoughts of how hot that felt. ”We’ll get you on birth control.” He pats my arm.

”Probably best because I think I just discovered that I really love being... creampied.” My cheeks heat at the phrasing.

Laughter bursts out of Luke. ”See now, didn”t I tell you that you wanted to get stuffed again?”

I smack his chest but truth be told, if I wasn”t sore from last night’s events and the rocks against my back, I”d probably try to ride him right now. Seeing him spread out and naked like this in the daylight is addictive.

”You are very handsome, in case I haven”t told you.” He props himself up to grin down at me.

”Sweet words from caramel drop? I must be dreaming.” He chuckles as I roll my eyes. ”You are beautiful too, but I”ve always thought so.” I smile. He drops a kiss on my forehead. ”How do you feel about getting some lunch?”

My stomach agrees. ”Yeah, food would be great, and a Plan B? Have you noticed that you pair fucking and food together?”

He laughs. “I mean, it’s a great combo. There is a pharmacy across the street and a place where we can get a bite.”

I wash in the salt water, praying that it”s enough to keep any of his little swimmers at bay, and tie my suit back on.

”Hey.” He grabs my wrist, pulling me against him before we leave our little rock island. ”I meant what I said. I want you to stay. I know you have problems, but I feel rather strongly about you. So, I hope you meant what you said as well.”

I swallow back a load of sudden word vomit and nod. He searches my face. I smile at him and force a laugh. ”Yes, I meant what I said. Come on, or I’m going to end up pregnant or starving.”

He smiles and lets me go.

I”ve never wanted the ocean to drown me more than I do right now because I don’t think I can bear leaving him.