Chapter 25
Twenty-Five
The lake house is a few hours south of Lawson’s primary home.
In the two years I dated Rhys, he’d never brought me down here, but I know it’s his favorite out of the three—now four—houses that the Morgan family owns.
It’s also the one place where Lawson and Rhys shared their love of fishing despite whatever animosity was brewing between the two of them.
It looks like any other typical home from the outside—with bluish-gray side paneling, white trim, and a speckled gray shingled roof. But the inside is massive—with oatmeal-colored walls and cherry-stained hardwood floors.
“Wow, Lawson. This place is gorgeous.”
We drop our bags off in the living room. The open design flows into a large kitchen that boasts polished mahogany cabinetry with bright white quartz countertops and stainless steel appliances.
“Come here.” Lawson summons me into a sunroom that sits off the living room.
French doors lead to an enormous deck and a staircase that takes you down to the sloped backyard.
He points to a small dock with an old wooden lake boat that looks like it’s seen better days.
It seems out of place against the well-kept house, but it reminds me so much of Lawson, and I love that he owns it instead of a flashy, newer, motorized one.
“I’m gonna get you out on the water tomorrow.” His arms wrap around me, and he chuckles against my neck.
I jerk my thumb toward the dock. “As pretty as it is, this house screams Charlotte. It’s nice to see there’s still a touch of you here.”
He kisses the spot below my ear before grabbing my hand and pulling me back inside. Grabbing our bags, he leads me down a hallway.
“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about redecorating the place for a while now. But it’s hard to get down here with work. Rhys comes here more than anyone.”
“What is the point of having all these houses if you can’t enjoy them?
” The walls are lined with family photos of their time here.
Pictures of Lawson with the boys out on the lake, the four of them around the fire pit in the backyard, and even a Christmas photo where they obviously spent the holiday here.
We pass a bathroom and a guest room, and at the end of the hall is the large primary with its own en suite. I know Charlotte hasn’t been to this house in years, and for some reason, the idea of sharing this room with Lawson doesn’t bother me as much as it did at his other home.
“Well, like I said, Rhys comes here a lot. When River is older, I won’t mind if he wants to come out here with his friends, too. I’m surprised Rhys never brought you here…” La wson trails off as he brings up our past, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck as he realizes what he’s said.
Ignoring it, I wrap my arms around his middle and lay my head against his back after he sets our stuff down. “I’m happy to have another first with you.”
He beams a smile over his shoulder before twisting to pick me up and lay me on the dark gray duvet. “Oh, rainbow, this weekend will be full of firsts for us.”
A giggle escapes my throat as he kisses his way down my chest, pulling my shirt up to lay his warm lips against my belly. His fingers work the tie on my linen shorts, yanking them and my underwear down in one pull before hitching my legs over his shoulders.
“I thought you said we needed to go get groceries.” My fingers tangle in his hair as he runs his tongue against my aching center.
“I’ve got a meal right here. I’ll worry about feeding you later,” he remarks before sucking my clit into his mouth.
I’ve never been with a guy who likes to go down on a woman as much as Lawson does. He takes his time, eyes closed as if he’s savoring every drop of me, worshiping every inch of the flesh between my legs. His soft moans send vibrations through my lower body.
There’s something about a man letting you know just how satisfied it makes him to please you—and Lawson doesn’t just stop at pleasing me once.
My orgasm surges through me, and I come with a strangled cry as my back arches and my hips chase his mouth.
He grins against my soaked flesh. “Give me another one, rainbow. ”
Lawson likes to remind me that no other man will ever be able to bring me pleasure the way he does.
He works me slowly, adding two fingers as his tongue laps against my clit, making my body convulse as it nears another release.
And holy shit, I am not complaining.
“Are you making a gourmet meal for dinner?” I laugh as Lawson pushes the grocery cart down the baking aisle.
He grins, scanning the shelves. “I was going to surprise you.”
“Surprise me with what?” I look over the things he’s grabbed, unable to tell what meals he is planning.
The cart is nearly full, even though we’re only staying until Sunday afternoon.
I know he wants to fish tomorrow, so that means bass for dinner, but I can’t make heads or tails of the other ingredients.
“If I tell you, it won’t be a surprise.” Lawson pulls me in to kiss my temple. “Stay here a moment. I forgot something in the last aisle. Will you grab a bag of chocolate chips, please? Semisweet.”
Giddiness flutters from my chest to my lower belly. There’s only one reason I can think of for chocolate chips.
I browse the shelves for the brand I remember always seeing Lawson use. When I find them on the very top shelf, just out of reach, I debate waiting for him to come back before deciding to step on the bottom shelf to give myself a bit of a boost.
It tips slightly as I step on it, and a hand braces on the small of my back as I jump back in alarm, preparing for the whole thing to come tumbling down on me.
“Hey there, that could have been bad,” a warm, friendly male voice says.
Looking up, I see a pair of brown eyes and the thin smile of a guy I don’t know. He is basically caging me against the wall of chocolate.
“Hi.” He reaches for the bag I’d been trying to get. “Was this what you needed?”
“Thanks,” I mumble as he steps back. The whole interaction is innocent, but my body shivers in revulsion at the stranger’s touch.
“No problem.” He glances toward the end of the aisle.
“I know this is probably really random and will sound weird, but I saw you a few aisles over and haven’t seen you around before, and, uh…
I’m just going to shoot my shot here. You’re gorgeous, and if you’re here for the weekend, I’d love to take you to dinner. ”
A throat clears behind me, and I startle, looking over my shoulder to see Lawson piercing the guy with a lethal gaze. If looks could kill, this man would be dead a hundred times over.
“Hi there, I’m Kip.” Kip holds his hand out to Lawson. “At the risk of sounding like a real creep, I was just asking your daughter here if she’d like to get dinner this weekend.”
I try and fail miserably to hide my erupting laugh behind a cough. Irritation rolls off Lawson in waves. He ignores the proffered hand and wraps his large, muscled arm around me, pulling my body into his side possessively. “She’s not my daughter. She’s my girlfriend.”
Kip’s eyes widen comically. “Oh, wow. Dude, I’m so sorry.” He backs away, eyes darting between us as crimson stains his cheeks. “I’m just… gonna go now. Have a great weekend.”
Lawson glares down at me when I turn my eyes to him, causing me to jump in shock. “What? I couldn’t reach the chocolate you wanted, so he was just helping me.”
“Uh huh,” Lawson hums dryly, clearly not amused.
With a shrug, I push the cart further down the aisle, ignoring his pointed glare. “I can’t help it if men want to help a damsel in distress.”
Suddenly, Lawson’s hands grasp the handle on either side of mine, his chest pressing against my back with a heavy heat that has me instantly wet.
Nuzzling my ear, he whispers, “You are neither a damsel nor in distress. What you are is a devious little brat who is going to get a spanking when we get home.”
Everything he says sends sexual electricity down my spine, and I look at him over my shoulder, brimming with a need to get the fuck out of this grocery store and back home. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Dinner was amazing. Thank you for cooking.”
Lawson starts getting out bowls, mixing spoons, and a few different pots before pulling the remaining grocery bags toward him on the kitchen island. “Of course. I enjoy cooking. And you make a pretty good sous-chef.”
“Please,” I snort, “I nearly burned the rice. Who burns rice?” I am not a bad cook and will die on the hill claiming it’s the type of pots he has here—that and the fact that I always use a rice cooker at home.
He pulls me to him. “You did fine. I’ll just do all the stove work for these,” he teases.
“’These?’” I ask, even though I’m well aware of what all the ingredients scattered on the island are for.
Lawson nuzzles my neck. “I think it’s time I teach you how to make my cookies.”
Curling my lips to stop the squeal that wants to leave my throat, I grip his arms. “I thought it was a family recipe?”
Butterflies and hummingbirds and every creature with little fluttering wings multiply in my stomach as he kisses the spot that drives me wild, murmuring in my ear, “Exactly.”
Lawson
“Tell me something true. Something I don’t know about you,” Lucy calls from the bathroom.
“That isn’t a question, rainbow.” I stretch out, settling back against the pillows. My skin is sticky with our combined sweat, and I debate pulling her into the shower to clean up before I get her dirty all over again.
I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of fucking Lucy. Each time feels like the first time, full of passion and hunger, and if I could make a job out of giving her orgasms, I would .
“I know, but I need more time to think of more questions.” She laughs as she appears in the doorway of the en suite. Her hair is a mass of tangles giving her that freshly fucked look, and all she wears is one of my button-downs and a pair of tall, fuzzy cream socks.
The inner curves of her bare breasts peek out behind the buttons, full and begging for my mouth, perfectly on display.