Chapter 14 #3
I pick up my fork, unable to wait, and we’re both digging in. She cuts into the cake and lifts a piece to her mouth. When she tastes it, I’m watching her mouth open up, realizing I’m mimicking her, and instantly close it.
“Oh,” she says. “Luca.”
“Good?”
“I don’t want to share this with you.” Her smirk is purely sinful.
“Too late. It’s communal.”
“I’m going to eat three-quarters of it.”
“You eat what you want. I’m good at watching you.”
She takes another piece, and I wait for her to eat it, completely satisfied to give the whole slice to her with how much pleasure it brings me.
"Tell me about work," I say, finally reaching over to taste the cake before it vanishes.
“Back in L.A.?”
“Yeah. You said you were at an advertising agency. What’s it actually like?”
She sets the fork down and picks up her coffee, sipping it first. “Fun, mostly. I was a Senior Brand Strategist, which sounds fancy and mostly meant I briefed the art team and managed a roster of clients and translated what clients said they wanted into something the creatives could actually build. Different problem every day. One morning it’s a skincare brand that needs to feel approachable, the next it’s a financial services company that wants to stop feeling like a hospital.
” She takes a sip. “I liked it because it let me be creative within a frame. I’m not the kind of creative who can stare at a blank page.
Give me a brief and a problem and I’ll make something out of it. ”
“I bet you were amazing at it.”
She tilts her head at me. “I like to think I was.”
She takes another forkful of cake and a slow swallow of coffee. A single petal falls from the jacaranda and lands on the edge of the saucer between us, and she picks it up and sets it carefully on the tablecloth.
“It’s not bad work, but I quit,” she continues, more quietly. “I don’t think it’s my forever thing. I just know I want to keep making things, using my hands, and preferably working for myself to avoid stress and office drama.”
I sip my coffee which is still scorching hot. “Maybe time to start up your own business. Oahu is a perfect place for that.” I waggle my eyebrows to which she’s laughing.
“It’s as if you want me to stay here.”
“You bet.” We both go for a piece of cake, our forks clashing, and after a miniature battle to get in first, in which she wins, I finally scoop some for myself.
“Your turn,” she says, then sips her coffee. “You told me you were in the military. What made you go in the first place.”
I take a breath, then release it slowly.
“My father was in and he was a very proud man. He’d tell me all these stories when I was really young, and I guess it rubbed on me.
When he died, I spent too long missing him, and when I was old enough I figured the quickest way to feel close to him was to wear the same uniform he did. ”
Her face softens, she puts the fork down and reaches across the small table and her fingers rest on the back of my hand for a second. “Oh. I’m so sorry about your dad.”
“Long time ago.”
“Doesn’t matter how long. Did it help? The military and being in his world.”
I turn my hand under hers and her fingers interlace with mine. I stare at them for a moment because she’s so much smaller than me and there’s a small jolt every time her touch slides against mine.
“Honestly? Not in the way I thought it would. He wasn’t there, obviously.
I knew that going in, but I still somehow thought I’d find something of him in it, and I didn’t, not really.
What I found was discipline, structure, and the routine of something every day.
” I shrug. “I needed that at the time. Even now, I don’t sit still well for too long and it’s why I run or surf most mornings. ”
“So what happened after you left? What did you do?”
I reach over and take another piece of cake to buy myself a few seconds.
“When I left the service, I hadn’t realized that the structure that had been holding me up, and suddenly it wasn’t there anymore.
So I made some choices I’m not proud of.
” I take a drink of coffee which has cooled down.
“I got involved in downright bad things I shouldn’t have, and made shit decisions.
Work that paid well and didn’t require me to sit quietly with my own thoughts, which was what I couldn’t do at the time.
I stayed in that world longer than I should have. ”
“Oh!”
“I’m not proud of the man I was then. He made a lot of money, and he was not someone I would want you to meet.”
She’s watching my face very carefully now. One eyebrow has come up a fraction. “That sounds very ominous,” she answers.
“Yeah. You could say that. I’m not going to get into the specifics and scare you with stories you didn’t ask for. I’m just telling you the shape of it. A different Luca did those things, and he’s not sitting across from you.”
She considers me, her fingers are still in mine. She hasn’t pulled them back, which means everything.
“We all have made horrendous decisions in our pasts,” she says, quietly. “Trust me. I know.”
“Yeah.”
“Mine…” She pauses, staring at her coffee momentarily. “Is not something I want to get into right now. Maybe ever. Some of it, maybe.”
“I’m not asking.”
“I know you’re not.”
“If you ever want to, I’ll listen, and if you never want to, I’ll skirt around shitty pasts with you forever.”
She laughs, and I’ve been getting addicted to the sound over the last few days, and shakes her head. “Skirting the shitty pasts it is.”
“Great deal.”
“Thanks for this. Think I needed it.” I squeeze her hand, and she does the same back.
We sit there for another few minutes, our hands free, and we’re polishing off the cafe and coffees. “We should head back,” she says eventually.
I stand up and gather the bags as she smooths her skirt.
In no time, we’re strolling back to the parking area.
Eventually, I stop beside the truck and I place all the bags into the bag seat, then go around and climb into the driver’s seat.
Because I’m nowhere near done with her, I push my seat all the way back, then I lean over and take her chin and kiss her.
Something I’ve been dying to do since she went down on me.
Fuck I’ve never had someone suck me the way she had with so much passion and commitment. I’m going to need seconds.
For now, I’m sucking on her lower lip, then pushing my tongue into her mouth. She on the other hand moves close, needing no space between us, a moan on her throat as I feel her tender body trembling against mine, with urgency.
She grabs my shirt, her desperation adorable.
“I know what you need.” I pull back enough to see her face. “Do you want it?”
Her eyes are dark, her breathing is wrong, and her grip on my shirt is white-knuckled. She swallows once. “I want to say no so badly, but every inch of me is pleading for you.”
“Then I’m yours.”
She grins and instantly climbs over the console, laughing at herself for being graceless. I catch her waist and settle her over me, straddling my lap, and her back is to the wheel. The warmth of her through both our clothes is turning into an inferno.
“Oh, hi there,” she says.
“Hey, gorgeous.” I push her hair back from her face.
Then she leans in and kisses me first this time. Harder than the deliberate kiss I gave her, more urgent, her hands in my hair, and she grinds her hips against me, moaning.
I slide my hands beneath her skirt, my fingers brushing her thong.
I slip my fingers under the elastic on the side and push it aside.
Then I touch her, skin to skin, finding her drenched against my fingers.
Her lips are soft, swollen, her clit already engorged, and she inhales so fast it’s almost a gasp when I rub it.
“That feels amazing,” she murmurs.
“You’re burning up.” She’s absolutely on fire and soaking.
I press my forehead to hers. I work my jeans open one-handed, pulling out my already thick and ready cock.
She’s nibbling on the corner of her mouth as she glances down, smiling.
She lifts herself slightly and adjusts her position as I grasp hold of my dick and hold it in place for her.
“Sit on me. Fuck me,” I groan.
With a moan, she lowers herself, pushing down onto me, those soft lips spreading for me, stretching out over my erection.
She cries out against my neck as she works her way lower and lower.
I grunt, my teeth clenched at her tightness as she pushes all the way down, taking my whole length deep into her.
“Hell, woman.”
She lifts her head and stares at me, a little stunned, and I hold her face in my hands so we’re super close. “You okay?” I ask.
She shifts her hips experimentally, and a sharp breath leaves me before I can stop it. A soft moan falls from her at the same time, startled out of her, and then she laughs, flushed and breathless, like she can’t quite believe the effect she’s having.
“God, you’re big.”
“You say that like it’s news.” I grip her hips, and we find the rhythm together, her moving on me, my hands guiding, and the whole truck rocks slightly as we fuck.
I can’t bring myself to care that we’re in public, just as long as my sweet Omega’s pussy is filled with my cock.
She’s holding the headrest behind me with one hand and my shoulder with the other as she rides me with a burning intensity behind her gaze that I’m going to remember for the rest of my life.
I thrust up into her, and she gasps, so I do it again, harder, finding what makes her lose herself.
“I’d ruin anyone who tried to put a hand on you,” I say. “You should know that by now.”
Her mouth parts. She looks wrecked for a second, flushed and overwhelmed as she bounces on my cock. “You really mean every word, don’t you?”
“I do.” I hold her a little more firmly, working my hips to thrust deeper. “You came into our lives, and none of us have been the same since.”
She laughs, still breathless, and kisses me, messy and urgent. She’s holding on to me as though I’m the only solid thing here, and then she comes, hard, pressing her face into my neck to muffle the sound. She clenches around me so tightly that my vision goes white at the edges.
I don’t last as I hiss through her strangling my cock, and I’m already pumping into her because she has a way of destroying any control I think I have.
I’m fully inside her, both of us holding each other, my dick throbbing, loading her up with my cum.
The knot comes before I can argue, swelling inside her, and she gasps at the sudden fullness.
“Oh—” She shifts, winces, then goes still. “Oh, that’s… you’re very… that’s a lot.”
“I know.” I press my mouth to her temple, holding her steady. “I’ve got you. Don’t rush it.”
“Trust me,” she mutters, voice tight with strain and embarrassment and a laugh she’s trying to hold back. “Rushing is not currently an option available to me.” She cries out as I feel myself swelling, and I know she’s still coming down from her orgasm.
A low laugh slips out of me into her hair, and she laughs too. The tremor of her body shudders through me while we stay tangled together in the hush of the truck.
Her weight eases fully against my chest, and I tighten both arms around her, keeping her secure.
“This is mortifying,” she says into my shirt.
“It’s the best day of my life.”
Her muffled groan brushes warmth through the fabric. “We’re in a parking area.”
“We’re alone, and Ace is out there, making sure we’re safe.”
“God, that’s even more mortifying.”
“Why? You think he won’t approve of us, seeing as he’s got the world’s biggest crush on you?”
She shrugs. “I’ve never been with more than one Alpha, and I assume you three share, but it still feels strange to me, you know?”
“Trust me, Ace is jealous as fuck, but he’s not pissed at us. He just wishes it were him in here with you. Maybe we can share you sometime?” I say, smiling against her hair.
She gasps and glances at me. “I mean, it is every girl’s fantasy to be with more than one man at once.”
“It is?”
She laughs and squeezes her pussy around my cock, leaving me groaning. “No idea, but it’s mine.”
“Then consider your dream fulfilled.”
She releases a tiny laugh before collapsing against me again. I stroke my hand up her spine, and she tucks her face further into my neck.
I press my lips to her hair and breathe in her scent, letting it fill me. The knot will settle in about half an hour, and I’ve got her in my arms and nowhere else to be.
She murmurs something against my chest.
“What?” I ask quietly.
“Why does it feel so cozy against you?” she says, drowsy. “Is it some kind of trap?”
A smile pulls at my mouth. “It’s where you’re meant to be.” I tighten my arms around her just a little. “Close your eyes if you need to.”
Her breathing evens out not long after that. I stare up at the concrete ceiling of the parking structure and feel the full weight of her settled against me, trusting, tucked in close where she belongs.
Yeah, she’s going to undo me in ways I won’t recover from, and God help me, I already know I’ll thank her for every second of it.