Chapter 25 Lucy
LUCY
“Fuck, yes, I want part two,” Grudge says, and cups my cheeks before delivering a kiss I feel all the way to my boots.
Snow falls around us like it was waiting for our lips to meet.
Fat flakes drift down, slow, at first, getting heavier and faster until I can feel them settle on my cheek.
Of course, it would snow heavily on the day I cracked my heart wide open in front of him.
The universe was always a little too poetic for my own taste.
Usually, I feel the cold severely. But right now, bundled in Zach’s arms, I’m insulated from it. Heck, I’m insulated from everything.
From my father. From Henry. From their affairs.
“Shit,” Grudge says suddenly. He rubs a thumb across my cheek, removing the snowflake. “You’re gonna get cold.”
“Just kiss me again,” I say. And he does. Everything about it is warm and familiar. He still smells the same. Motor oil. Cedar soap. And something earthy that no cologne could ever fake.
He puts me on my feet. “C’mon. The truck’s warm.”
We run, laughing, down the trail to the truck, and I’m almost there when I slip on an icy patch near the back tire. Grudge catches me and presses me bodily against the door for a second too long.
“Still got it,” he says with a smirk.
“You dropped me on our wedding night,” I say.
He narrows his eyes at me. “Barely. You were drunk. And wriggling. And had some wild notion of going skinny dipping in this exact spot.”
I hear the locks pop on the truck, and Grudge opens the door to the back seat of the cab. He lifts me up and practically tosses me into the back. Then, he runs to the driver’s door, opens it and climbs inside.
“Why am I back here and you’re up there?”
He glances up into the rearview mirror and catches my eye. “Just wait and see.”
The truck rumbles to life beneath me, and cool air escapes the vents. “Oof, it’s cold.”
“You gotta give it a moment to warm up.” The truck starts to move.
“What about my truck?”
“We’re not going far, just a few seconds farther off the trail.”
He pulls the truck into a more obscured parking spot, removes his weapon from its holster and puts it on the front seat, then jumps out of the truck and joins me in the back.
“You know what this needs, Lucy De Bose?”
I smile at the use of my full name. “What does it need?”
“Makeup sex.”
I bark out a laugh. “Makeup sex?”
“You heard me. Strip, Counselor.”
I look around, the new parking spot suddenly making sense. “I can’t remember the last time I had sex anywhere other than a bed.”
“Other than the bathroom in Quinn’s apartment.”
“Fair point. Other than that.”
Grudge chuckles. “Then, welcome back, baby. Can’t say I’m either a voyeur or exhibitionist, but we’ve got a lot of years to make up for.”
“I’m older and, technically, wiser. I shouldn’t be stripping while the snow is falling around. It’ll be a hazard to drive home by the time we—”
“I’ll get your truck towed. Or I’ll drive your truck and get one of the brothers to help me come back for mine. But right now, my cock aches for you as much as my arms and lips do, so strip and show me how much you want me.”
For a few seconds more, I listen to impartial arguments from both the angel and devil perched on my shoulders.
But as soon as Grudge unzips his denim, nudging it and his underwear over his hips, and begins stroking his cock, I’m lost.
I lean forward, open my mouth, and take the first inch between my lips.
Grudge’s sharp inhale shows me he loves oral as much as he always did.
I let saliva pool, to get him nice and wet, letting it run down him a little. It’s messy, but it gives me enough lubricant to add my hand to the mix.
“Ah, yeah, Luce. Suck it.” The words almost come out on a groan, and I smile as he jerks his hips upwards into my mouth. “Dirty little girl, sucking me off in the back of my truck.”
It does feel dirty. Uninhibited. It feels like I’m that young and carefree girl who used to love outdoor sex with the breeze caressing my body.
My hat falls forward, and Grudge catches it, tugging it off before putting his hand on the back of my neck. He holds me in place as he begins to fuck my face.
I can smell the musk of him. It’s fresh and clean, like he showered in the time since I left his home.
“Ah, shit,” he says finally, gripping my hair and yanking me off his cock. “Felt so good, I was gonna come.”
Not letting go of his hold on my hair, he tugs my face to his and kisses me deeply. It’s messy and wet and so hot that I can feel wetness pooling in my underwear.
It’s a fumble to get out of my clothes. The puffer coat takes up so much room, and my skinny jeans weren’t made to be removed in such small spaces.
“Wait,” I say, finding some sense. “Condoms. We didn’t use them in the bathroom. I’m on the pill, but what about testing.”
“To put your mind at some kind of ease, I got tested about six months ago, nothing showed up, and I always use condoms.”
“I got tested the day I found out Henry had cheated and it was all clear.”
He smiles at that. “Must be the prospect of fucking you, Bug. Makes me forget how to be sensible. But for today, we’ll use one. And I’ll get tested again to put your mind at ease.”
Grudge shimmies his jeans further down his thighs but takes a minute to grab a condom from his pocket, and rolls it on over his length.
I’m relieved to see it’s a brand that has extra lubrication.
“You’re gonna have to do the work, Bug. There isn’t any room for me to lay you out, and I sure as fuck ain’t taking you in the truck bed. ”
I chuckle at the image. “You’re the only man I’ve made love in the back of a truck with.”
He cups my cheek. “Should have been the only man you ever made love to, period.”
“Would it help if I told you none of them were as good in bed as you?”
Grudge shrugs, but he has a playful smile on his lips. “Was I the biggest?”
I slide over his thighs so I can ride him. “Definitely.”
He looks between us and lines his cock up with my entrance. “Thickest?”
“So thick, you’ve always been the only one I could feel for days after.”
His cockhead breaches me, his thumb flicking my clit, and my body jolts. “Lasted longest?”
I huff a laugh at that. “My ex could barely keep it up long enough to get me off.”
Grudge grins. “So, he was a one and done?”
I cup his cheeks. “You know your whole coming twice in minutes thing is rare. You were the only one who could cover me in cum and keep going.”
He closes his eyes and lays his head back against the headrest. “You are the only woman who ever liked that.”
“What if I told you that, sometimes, I wouldn’t shower? I’d just keep your cum on me for hours.”
I squeal when he wraps his arms tight around me and nudges his cock past any resistance, to slide deep inside me on one fast thrust. “Can’t be talking about wearing my cum like such a good slut if you don’t want me to fuck you hard.
Gonna imagine I’m not wearing a condom and pretend it’s filling you up. ”
I gasp at his words, and the feel of him splitting me wide. “Grudge,” I say.
And he cups my cheek, his smile a mile wide. “Been loving hearing my road name on your lips, Bug.”
I drop my head into the crook of his shoulder and begin to ride.
A part of me is very aware this should be quick. Less chance of us being seen by an unsuspecting passerby.
But I find I want to take my time and remember every moment of it. This is the first time we’ve done this where our future feels more resolved. I’m moving back home. I’m going to set up my own firm. And I’m going to pray my ex-husband falls back in love with me, with who I am, now.
“You feel every inch of this?” he asks me, his gruff voice penetrating through my thoughts.
“Every single inch,” I say, my lips brushing against his neck. “It feels good to be back in your arms like this, Daddy.”
“Ah, fuck, Bug,” he says.
His wide arms and large hands envelope me. He holds me so tightly, I can barely move.
Daddy was a new thing. A new title he asked me to use after we were married.
And there was something utterly satisfying about it.
He was my lover, my protector, and he provided for me.
Yes, I had money of my own from my family, but we burned through that as my parents cut me off in an attempt to control me.
He didn’t want me working while I was studying. Told me I should just focus on good grades and leave the rest to him.
He worked his day job hard and prospected for the club, determined to make something for the two of us.
So, Daddy felt appropriate.
And in return, I was his slut. A good girl ninety percent of every day, but the woman with barely any limits in the other ten percent.
He could use me however he wanted. I didn’t want him to ever hold back on his power and wanted him to know I could be as much of a lover as I was an outlet for every other emotion he was feeling.
It was symbiotic.
Balanced.
I lift off him until he’s barely still inside, then slam back down onto him, letting my clit brush against his pubic bone. The sparks of an orgasm flicker within me.
So, I repeat it.
Again.
And again.
Grudge lets go of me and moves his hands to grip my hips. “Best fucking cunt in the world. So needy for cock. So wet. So tight.”
“Only for you,” I say.
Maybe I was part of the problem, in the past. Maybe I was never all in with the men I met because I knew from the get-go that it wasn’t going to fulfil me like this does.
Maybe they picked up on the vibes that they weren’t at the top of my list.
Grudge pushes me back until I hit the headrest of the driver’s seat, and slides his hands beneath all my layers, pushing them upwards until they can’t bunch up anymore.
But his hands slip beneath them to cup my bra.
“It never gets old,” Grudge says.
“What doesn’t?”
“How you feel beneath my hands. How it feels to be buried deep in your cunt, watch those fat lips of yours drag along me as I withdraw. This…” He runs his palm from my sternum to my mound.
“The way my hands span your tight fucking waist.” He looks up at me, his gaze ruined with intensity. “You. Me. Us.”
He lifts my hips off him ever so slightly, and without losing my gaze, he begins to thrust upwards to fuck me so slowly, I could weep from the agony of it.
“If we do this,” he says, before pausing to suck in breath. “We’re all in forever, Luce.”
I nod; the words stuck in my throat. But tears sting my eyes.
“Promise me,” Grudge says. His voice cracks on the words.
“I promise,” I manage to say, just as a tear spills over my lashes.
His hips move a little faster, thrusting a little harder. I try to sit up, but he holds me in place.
“Stay there,” he says. “I want to see you when you come. No hiding your face away from me.”
I nod, and he lets go of any pretense at being civilized. He presses back into the seat, plants his feet on the floor, and pivots his hips so fast, it’s a blur.
He hammers into me, over and over.
“Please, Daddy,” I say when it gets to be too much. When the sensations on my clit are becoming too much.
“Eyes!” Grudge shouts, and I open them wide as I come hard. My thighs shake and my body spasms, but Grudge doesn’t slow. He keeps his thrusts hard. Hitting me where I needed so my orgasm comes in wave after wave of pleasure that’s impossible to put into words.
I scream his name, and it ricochets around us.
“Fuck, Luce,” he cries as he thrusts his hips up, his cock buried deep inside, and holds it there, a look of raw, agonizing ecstasy on his face.
I feel his cock pulse inside me. Periodically, he retracts his hips just an inch before thrusting deep as he rides out his own orgasm.
Then, just as I collapse onto his chest and he pants like he just ran a marathon, we hear other vehicles pull up onto the trail.