Chapter 28
Beautiful – a word Chloe will stop hating if Lucas has anything to do with it
Lucas
B y the time we arrive home from our picnic, my cock is painfully hard and my balls ache. Chloe eating and drinking beer with a bikini on was sexy as fuck. I’m ready to bury myself deep inside her and not come up for air until I’m satisfied. Although, I have a feeling I will always want more with Chloe.
A note is taped to the front door. I snatch it.
I kidnapped Natalia. You may have her back in the morning. Go enjoy yourselves. Wink. Wink. Nudge. Nudge.
I hold up the note. “Who writes wink wink nudge nudge?”
“The note is signed Sophia.”
He scowls. “I don’t appreciate your friends kidnapping my daughter.”
“We’ll go get her.” She starts for the car but I capture her wrist to stop her.
“Are you serious?”
“Of course. If you’re uncomfortable with Sophia and Flynn babysitting Natalia for the night, we’ll pick her up and do a movie night.”
Damn. She is serious. Chloe would give up a night of guaranteed sex to go get my daughter. And here I thought I couldn’t get any more turned on.
I tug on her wrist until she’s plastered against me. “I trust Sophia to babysit Natalia. Correction. I trust Flynn to watch Natalia and Sophia.”
The pulse in her neck flutters. “You do?” she breathes out.
“I do. But it begs the question…” I trail off to kiss her neck.
She tilts her head to provide me with better access. “W-w-what question?”
“What are we going to do with ourselves without my daughter in the house?”
Her fingers dig into my shoulders. “Are you lifting the no sex rule?”
I glide my finger down her neck and between her breasts before whispering in her ear, “If you want to.”
“If I want to?”
I bite her earlobe. “Say yes.”
“Yes,” she hisses. “A bajillion times, yes.”
I chuckle. “Bajillion?”
“We’ll have Paisley explain a bajillion to us tomorrow. We’re busy tonight.”
I lift her up and she circles my waist with her legs. My cock presses against my shorts in a bid to get to where it wants.
I open the door and carry her inside. I make sure to lock the door behind us before carrying her upstairs and to my bedroom where she belongs. Where she’s always belonged. I was a fool to fight this attraction before but I’ve learned the error of my ways.
I lay her on the bed and cover her with my body.
“You’ve been driving me wild all evening.”
“Right back at ya. I thought your calves were the sexiest part of your body but after spending dinner studying your chest, I’m not as sure.” She draws a finger over my tattoo. “This ink is particularly sexy.”
I chuckle. “My calves?”
She drags her fingernails lightly up and down my back. I love the feel of her hands on my body. But it’s my turn to touch her. To drive her crazy with need. To give her pleasure until she’s blinded by it.
I get to my knees. “As much as I love you wearing my clothes, this t-shirt has got to go.”
She lifts her arms and I whip the t-shirt off. I groan when her tiny red bikini is revealed. Her breasts are barely covered by the top.
“I fucking love this bikini.” I trace my finger along the edge of the material. “But you are never wearing it in public again.”
She wraps her legs around my waist and rubs her core against my cock. “You’re cute if you think you can tell me what I can and cannot wear.”
I unwind her legs and pin her thighs to the bed with my hands. “I’m in charge here.”
She glares at me in response but she can’t fool me. I felt her full body shiver.
“Don’t move.”
I wait until she nods to stand. I dig around in my dresser until I find what I want. I lift the handcuffs in the air. “You okay with these?”
She nods.
“I need the words.”
“Yes, Mr. Law and Order, please handcuff me to your bed while I’m naked and have your wicked way with me.”
I grin. “Your wish is my command.”
I cuff her hands separately to the slats in my headboard. I stand and observe my handiwork. She’s my captive. I can do to her what I want.
Because she trusts me. Chloe doesn’t trust many people outside of her small circle. But she trusts me. She shared things with me about her mother her friends don’t know. This woman is mine. I’m keeping her.
“Spread your legs.”
She widens her legs and I kneel in between them. I glide my fingers up and down her legs. Goosebumps follow in my wake.
She pulls on the handcuffs. “Are you going to touch me tonight?”
I freeze. “Am I not touching you now?” I slide my palm along the outside of her leg.
“You’re not touching the good parts.”
I circle a freckle on her thigh. “Is this not the good part? Your creamy skin. I love how soft it is.”
She groans. “You’re going to drive me crazy, aren’t you?”
I wink. “Maybe.”
She doesn’t back down. My Chloe never backs down. She doesn’t let life beat her up. She falls down. She gets back up. “I guess I’ll have to wear this bikini more often then. Mowing the lawn. Cleaning the house. Rid—”
I pinch her nipple and she gasps. “Yes.”
I pull on the string between her breasts and the material falls away to reveal her creamy breasts. I knead and massage them until she’s squirming beneath me. Only then do I take one into my mouth. I lick and suck until her nipple is a hard point. Then, I switch breasts.
“So pretty,” I murmur. Her breasts are red from my beard and her nipples are pointing straight at me. She arches her back but I don’t accept her invitation. It’s time to move on.
I toy with the edge of her bikini bottoms. She plants her feet on the bed and lifts herself in offering to me.
“Such a needy little thing.”
“I need you inside me.”
I love it when a woman tells me what she wants.
I drag a finger along the gusset of her bikini bottoms. “You want my fingers?”
She shakes her head.
“My mouth?”
She shakes her head.
“My cock?”
“Yes. I want your cock.”
My cock twitches in response. It’s on board with this plan. It’s done with the teasing. It’s done with the sole pleasure it gets being my hand. It wants Chloe’s warm, wet pussy surrounding it.
I tug on the strings of her bottoms on her hips and the material falls open. I shove it out of my way and thrust two fingers into her.
“Yes,” she hisses.
“You’re soaking for me.”
She opens her mouth to answer but I press the heel of my hand against her clit and she moans instead.
“I love hearing the little moans and sighs you make for me, but I’m going to make you scream. Make you shout my name.”
“Okay,” she breathes out.
I start pumping my fingers into her. She lifts her hips to meet me.
“After you come on my fingers, I’ll give you my cock.”
I watch her face as she seeks her pleasure. Her cheeks are flushed and sweat dots her brow. She’s beautiful. And she should know it. She should know there’s nothing wrong with beauty.
“You’re beautiful, wildcat.”
“Not beautiful.”
“But you are. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
She opens her eyes to glare at me. “Not beautiful.”
“Don’t let your mother take this away from you. She’s taken enough from you.”
Her jaw clenches. “Not. Beautiful.”
I pause with my fingers buried deep inside of her. She mewls in protest.
“Accept you’re beautiful and I’ll let you come.”
“You’re an asshole.”
I brush the hair off of her forehead and cup her cheek. “Wildcat, you need to know you’re beautiful. Inside and out.”
“I don’t want to be beautiful. All Mom cared about was beauty. She tortured me.”
I draw a finger along her lips. “I know, wildcat. But you’re letting your mother control your life even though she’s no longer a part of it.”
Her nostrils flare. “I am not.”
“Okay, beautiful.”
A vein pulses in her forehead. “I am not beautiful.”
“You are beautiful and you know it. But you’re afraid of the word because it reminds you of your mom. Take the word back, wildcat. Be the strong woman I know you are and take it the fuck back.”
Her lips purse but the vein in her forehead is no longer pulsing.
“Say it with me, I am beautiful.”
I press the palm of my hand against her clit. “Say it and I’ll make you come so hard you’ll see stars.”
“You’re not supposed to use sex to get your way.”
“Wildcat, you’re naked and handcuffed to my bed. I already got my way.”
Her eyes soften and I nip her bottom lip. “Say it with me. I am beautiful.”
“I am…”
I thrust into her a few times as a reward and her breath hitches.
“Come on, wildcat. You can do this. You can do anything you want to. You’re the strongest woman I know. The smartest woman I know. The kindest woman I know.”
“Iambeautiful,” she mutters.
I slam my lips down on hers and pump my fingers in her. I breathe in her ocean flavor as my tongue explores her mouth. When her walls flutter around my fingers, I lift my gaze to watch.
Her head falls back and her mouth falls open. “Lucas.”
“Come for me, beautiful. Come all over my fingers.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
“Say my name when you come. I want my name on your lips when you climax.”
“Lucas!” she shouts as her walls tighten around my fingers. I continue to thrust into her until her orgasm wanes. Until she’s boneless on the bed. Only then do I remove my fingers and push my shorts down my legs.
I quickly don a condom.
“Now, it’s my turn,” I mutter as I hitch my cock at her entrance.
I thrust inside. Home. This woman is my home.