29. Luke
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There weren’t many things I disliked—aside from the ones most people frowned upon—but karaoke had to be at the top of that list. And I already knew it was what made it so appealing to Luce. I leaned against my truck as I waited for her in front of her home, and my mind suddenly flooded with images of the past.
How often had I come here when we were teenagers, waiting for her before our date? Back then, I came to pick her up in my shitty used car that broke down more often than it drove properly. Still, it never let me down for our dates. And surely, at least a few of them were karaoke dates.
I couldn’t have said no to her then, and apparently, I couldn’t say no to her now, either.
My gaze washed over her as the front door opened and Luce exited. She wore a flowy, knee-length dress. The dark red fabric complimented her skin beautifully, and her hair was let down—just how I liked it. Her curls were one of my favorite features, and it made me happy to see them in all their glory.
As she approached me with that sweet smile of hers, I found it impossible to resist. Leaning down, I pressed my lips against hers, savoring her taste. Her smile bled into our kiss, infecting me, too. When I pulled back, she lightly patted my cheek.
“Ready to sing your heart out?” she asked me, nudging me slightly as I opened the door for her and groaned. I could do many things. I was skilled with my hands, a great cook, and relatively good at skiing, but singing was certainly not my strongest suit.
“You’re lucky I lo—” Before I could finish the sentence Landon warned me against, the words stuck to my throat. Luce tensed slightly, too, as if she could sense what I was about to say. “You’re lucky you’re impossible to say no to. I wouldn’t do karaoke with anyone else.”
“Mm, Linda said otherwise. From what I heard, you were putting up a show nearly every night when you were younger.” A smile threatened to play on my lips as I shut the door for her and settled on the driver’s seat. It seemed like my mom was physically incapable of keeping secrets.
“That was the past, Luce. This is present. I’m a changed man,” I told her as I started my truck. The karaoke night took place in Rockwood in a bar named Neon Nectar. Ironically enough, I hadn’t been there for exactly a decade. Ever since she left. “Speaking of past and present, how’s everything going at Blushing Blooms?” I wanted to be there to help out as much as possible, but Luce insisted I had to take care of my own business, too; even if I tried to explain to her that I was able to take a few days off—it would have no impact on my work.
“It’s going well. We’re finally almost done with inputting all the information from the sticky notes my mom had accumulated. Honestly, I have nightmares about sticky notes. If I see one more…” She shook her head. “I need to write down instructions for her so she knows how to use the system and doesn’t get confused. I know her—if she doesn’t get it right away, she will want to give up.”
My eyes remained on the road before us, but I listened intently to her. Instinctively, my hand drifted from the gearshift to her thigh, resting there.
How I had missed this, I thought to myself but decided against saying the words out loud.
“You’re doing great. She must be so proud of you. I know I am.” A dense forest surrounded us to our left. Given the Port-Cartier coastal position, it was the only place providing the shade we desperately needed during the hot summer months. No matter the heat outside, the forest was always chilly and perfect for a relaxing walk.
But that wasn’t all there was to it.
It was also the place Luce and I frequented when we first started dating—usually to make out, but later in our relationship, occasionally to do even more…
I quickly chased away the thoughts—or I tried to, at least, until Luce’s voice echoed through my truck.
“Pull up at our spot,” she said. Suddenly, I focused momentarily on her instead of the road—to check if she was serious about this.
“You mean—the spot?”
She nodded. “Yes. I mean the spot.”
Luce didn’t need to tell me twice. I didn’t expect much to happen; even if she wanted to sit in the truck and let me bask in her presence, I would’ve gladly accepted it and enjoyed it more than she knew. Our spot was in the southern part of the forest, in the middle of a few massive cedar trees that provided a perfect shield from curious eyes. Not that there were many there—especially not at this hour.
It felt as if my truck had bulldozed right through the forest to get to our spot before I parked it beneath ‘our tree’, one where our names were still carved, along with the date we first started dating. Over the years, I’d come here occasionally to stare at our initials and remember what we had together. I’d never come here with anyone else but her.
And I was about to voice that to her as I turned to face her, but before I could say a single word, her lips were against mine, and the world disappeared around us, as did any thought I had.
In an instant, she unbuckled her seatbelt and sat on my lap. I was particularly grateful for my truck’s spaciousness at that moment since she could move around comfortably. My body followed its instincts, eager to have her as close to me as possible. I trailed my hands up her thighs, the thin fabric of her dress separating my eager fingertips from her exposed skin.
“Luce, fuck,” I groaned as she ground herself against me, my cock growing hard in the restriction of my pants. She could sense it, too, because a small smirk crossed her face, and she only made her movements more intentional as her lips pressed against mine again.
“I want you to fuck me,” she murmured, blending the words into our kiss. The directness of her statement floored me. Sure, we had slept together once before—after her return, and many things were said, but I figured that was ‘in the heat of the moment’ kind of a thing. But, hearing her say it now nearly made me lose my mind. My hand hiked up her dress, revealing more of her bare thighs that I caressed while she fiddled with my pants.
“Say it again,” I demanded, my kiss a little rougher now as it traveled down her throat. Lucy tipped her head backward, her chest rising up and down rapidly with each heavy breath. It was mesmerizing to watch. When she finally managed to release my cock from my pants, she gave it one long stroke, causing my entire body to tense.
This woman.
“I want you inside me,” she repeated herself, her hand inching down once more with each word. I didn’t need more conviction than this. I wanted to be back inside her more than I wanted air. This time, I was ready regarding protection. It wasn’t like I expected something to happen, but I wanted to make sure I was prepared if it did, so I had a few condoms in my wallet. I reached for it, retrieving one of the thin packages. I tore the plastic envelope and rolled the thin layer of protection over my cock. The moment I did, Luce pushed my hand out of the way. She moved her panties to the side, revealing her pussy that already glistened with sheer desire, and then she impaled herself on me.
I gripped her hips with a loud moan, tipping my head back as pleasure rushed through me. She was so warm and so fucking wet for me, and I was pretty sure this was the closest I would ever get to heaven.
“Fuck…Luce,” I groaned again, as If I had suddenly lost the ability to speak, and this was the only thing I could think to say. I helped guide her pace as she moved on top of me in a slow, circular motion, massaging me from all angles. My gaze was locked on her beautiful face and how it crunched up with the bliss we shared. “Just like that. Ride my cock like a good girl you are.” When I finally regained the ability to speak, all I wanted to do was praise her for how she moved on top of me.
“Luke…” she whimpered on top of me, gripping my shoulders to support herself further. My arms bracketed her slender body, drawing her in to remove any remaining free space between us. I couldn’t allow it. Not now. Not ever again.
“I know, baby. I know,” I hummed. The way her pussy tightened around me, letting me know just how good this felt for her. I dragged my lips to her chest, showering it in tender kisses, and tugging the delicate lace of her dress down ever-so-slightly to reveal more of her breasts. My brows furrowed as I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra, and I looked up at her.
Still breathy, Luce allowed a smile to tug her lips upward. “This isn’t the kind of a dress you can wear a bra with,” she explained. No complaints from me, I thought to myself as I pulled her closer, burying my face back in her chest. I wanted to worship every inch of her.
Luce arched against me. Any teasing and playfulness that initially lingered between us was now long gone—neither of us could wait and play around any longer. Her pace on my lap became faster, harder, and more urgent as I held her close to me, feeling her pussy throb up around me more violently. My hands were shaking as they explored her body, overcame with the sweet adrenaline and pleasure.
“You feel good, so damn good,” I praised her, unable to look away from her. It was as if somehow I had ended up inside a goddess—with how angelic she looked right then, there was no proof that wasn’t the case in the first place.
“I’m close…I’m so damn close.” Her words blended with another heavy moan, and that was my cue. My hand snuck in between her thighs, finding her tender, swollen clit, and rubbing it at a pace that followed her thrusts.
That did the trick it was meant to.
In only a few moments, Luce was tipped over the edge with a loud groan that echoed deep into the night as evidence of what happened here tonight. I would’ve been concerned someone had heard us in any other place, but here, it was just the two of us. She could scream as loud as she wanted. The juices of her arousal gushed all over me, soaking me in her pleasure, and that was my own undoing.
I tensed against her as I came, tightening my grip around her to hold her as close to me as possible. My lips eagerly crashed against hers to stifle the sounds that threatened to leave my throat, but it was pointless. The sensation that consumed me overpowered that attempt easily.
It took me a few moments to regain my composure and finally let her go. When I did, she remained on my lap, with my cock still inside her. Luce leaned her head against my shoulder, looking more content than ever. I basked in the sight, still unable to believe she was here…that she chose to be with me again. And while I didn’t know what the future would bring for us, right now, this was enough.
“You know…there’s a karaoke night that we’re meant to go to,” I pointed out after a few long moments of silence, even if that was the last thing I wanted to do. But, for her, I would. Luce didn’t move, but I could practically feel her smile.
“Luke, I don’t know how to tell you this…but we’re not going anywhere unless you have a spare pair of pants in your truck. You’re soaked.” Mischief lingered on her expression as she looked up at me.
“And whose fault is that, huh?” I teased her, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. I traced lines over her back, content with just feeling the warmth of her body against mine. This was all I needed to be happy. “I just thought…you seemed very excited about the karaoke night, and I didn’t want you to miss out on it. Even if I do think this was a much better use of our time.”
Now, she laughed, and the melodic sound filled my truck. How I went without hearing it for ten years was now beyond me. I couldn’t imagine living like that for another day. Deep in my heart, I knew I had to find a way to make this work because ever since that first kiss, there was no going back to how things used to be for me.