Chapter Twenty-Six Lucy
Chapter Twenty-Six
Lucy
Katherine’s been sulking since we got in the car. “I just don’t know why I can’t stay with my fiancé tonight.”
“You can,” I say. “Do you want me to ask the driver to turn around?”
“But Mom will go crazy. She says she wants to check on the flowers first thing.”
I sigh, still feeling the press of Hunter’s hands around my waist, his thigh between my legs as we danced together.
The things he whispered into my ear. He told me how he wanted to shove my dress up and have me against the wall outside the club.
He pushed his erection against me and told me how good it feels when he slides inside me.
“Lucy!” Katherine cries, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Sorry, yes, I know she wants us to check on the flowers.”
“And she’s probably going to be waiting up for us. She’ll just happen to be in the kitchen, making herself a hot cocoa or something when we come in.”
“Probably.”
“But I want to stay with Ed.”
“I know.” I’m grateful Hunter didn’t ask me to stay. I don’t think I would have been able to say no. The last thing I want to do is sleep in my teenage bedroom, staring at the new wallpaper Mom’s put in there that is an explosion of lighthouses and seashells. It’s truly hideous.
“Why do we do so much to keep Mom happy?” she asks.
“Because we know if Mom’s not happy, life is pretty miserable,” I say, taking Katherine’s hand in mine.
“So we all dance around her, making sure life is just how she wants it.”
I’d never thought about it, but Katherine’s right. We all capitulate to Mom. Even Dad. “Yeah. I guess it’s just easier that way.”
“When I’m married, I’ll have to put what Ed and I want first. Do you think she’ll understand?”
I shrug. Honestly, I don’t think Katherine getting married will affect our mother’s expectations that she always gets her own way. “I think it will be better when you move. Does she know yet?”
Katherine shakes her head. “No, I want to leave it until after the wedding. I don’t want to risk a big argument before.
I think I’ll drop a few hints while we’re on the honeymoon.
Maybe even send her a few links to places in the area where we want to live.
” She tips her head back on the headrest and turns to look at me.
“You were smart, running off to New York. You got away.”
“I don’t feel like I got away. Not really.”
A beat of silence passes between us.
“Fuck it,” Katherine says. “We’re fully grown women. If we want to roll in at three in the morning or even six, that’s what we’ll do. I want to go and fuck my fiancé. Driver, can you take us to the Harbor Inn?”