58. Lucy
Lucy
Iwatch as Leo marches up to his dad, holding my breath.
Leo says something to him, but I’m too far away to hear.
“You want a drink, Lucy?” Zoey asks.
I turn and see her at the wet bar, filling a wine glass.
“Sure. Thanks.”
I walk over, and she hands me a glass. “Sorry about our dad showing up and killing the vibe,” she says.
“You don’t have to apologize. It’s not your fault.”
She offers a sad smile. “I know my mom was just trying to be nice by inviting him, but he always brings the mood down whenever he’s around.” She takes a sip of her drink. “I feel so bad for Leo. He’s been so hard on him his whole life.”
“Yeah, he told me about it.” I shake my head.
Zoey’s quiet for a moment. “I keep hoping that one day, my dad will come to his senses and start treating Leo better. But the more time passes, the less hope I have.”
My chest aches at how sad she sounds for her brother.
We quietly sip our drinks. Her phone rings, and she frowns at the screen.
“My mom is calling me for some reason.” She answers. “Mom, why are you calling me? Aren’t you in the house?…Wait, really?” She chuckles. “Okay, no more wine for you…I’ll be there in a sec, just hang on.”
Zoey looks at me. “My mom and Aunt Cheryl just locked themselves in the wine cellar downstairs. Be right back. Gotta go rescue them.”
I chuckle as she heads back into the house. I finish the last few sips of wine, then head inside to use the bathroom.
When I finish washing my hands and step into the hallway, I hear raised voices. I stop in my tracks.
“…I just want to know what the hell is going through your mind, Leo.”
The sound of Leo laughing bitterly echoes down the hall.
“Really? Because I was about to ask you the same thing,” Leo says in a spiteful tone.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“What are you doing, Dad? Mom invited you to share a meal and spend time with your family and friends. And instead of doing that, you try to start shit with me.”
“You watch your tone with me. I’m your father.”
Another bitter laugh from Leo. They sound so close. I think they’re in the room next to the bathroom.
I step forward, noticing the half-open door.
“You sure don’t act like a dad,” Leo says. “You act more like a sports analyst than my dad.”
“It’s for your own good. I know what’s best for you.
I know how to get you to play at the top of your game.
If you’d just listen to me, you’d be so much better.
But, no. You have to be stubborn and defy me.
You have to bring that girl here even though you know she’s a distraction, which is exactly what you don’t need right now. ”
My stomach bottoms out. I’m not surprised that his dad would say that about me. I know he doesn’t like me. But it still sucks to hear him insult me.
“But, no. You’d rather think with your dick,” his dad says. “Whatever this girl is giving you in the bedroom, it’s not worth it, Leo. You need to be smarter—”
“Shut your fucking mouth,” Leo booms. “Don’t you ever talk about my girlfriend like that.”
I stand in the hallway, in shock at Leo’s words. He just called me his girlfriend.
“We’re done,” he says. “Don’t ever speak to me again.”
Leo walks out of the room and into the hallway, almost running into me.
His burnt umber eyes widen at the sight of me.
“Lucy.” His throat bobs as he swallows.
“You called me your girlfriend.” The words come tumbling out of me.
Panic flashes in his gaze. He grabs my hand and leads me down the hall, into some other room, and closes the door.
“I-I didn’t mean to…I wasn’t…” He trails off when I shake my head. My heart pounds.
I need to know if he meant what he said.
“Did you mean it?” I ask. “When you called me your girlfriend?”
I hold my breath; that hopeful feeling courses through me like a whirlwind.
Please say you meant it. Please.
He takes a breath. “Yeah, Luce. I meant it.” He cups my face in his hands.
“I know you want to take this slow. I know you didn’t want to get serious because you’ve spent the last few years in survival mode, and you just want to have fun and not feel pressured.
I get it. I really do. But I have feelings for you.
And I’m sorry I called you my girlfriend when that’s not what you want.
I swear I won’t do it again. I got caught up in the moment.
” He presses his eyes shut and shakes his head.
“Just forget I said it, okay? I don’t mean to pressure you.
We’ll keep going slow. I’ll keep going at whatever pace you want. Just please don’t—”
I kiss him. I moan softly into his mouth.
When we break apart, I look him in the eye. “I like that you called me your girlfriend.”
Leo stares at me. “You do?”
“Yeah. I want to be your girlfriend, Leo. And I want you to be my boyfriend. Because I have feelings for you too, and I don’t just want to be friends who mess around anymore.”
He lets out a breath and smiles. He closes his eyes and rests his forehead on mine, still holding my face.
“Holy shit, Luce. Seriously?”
I let out a breathy laugh. “Seriously.”
He leans back to look at me. Emotion flickers in his gaze.
I glide my hands up his broad chest, and then I kiss him again. His hands fall to my hips, pulling me against him.
“I need you, Leo. Now. Please,” I whine against his mouth as I unbutton his dress shirt.
He helps me undo the buttons, and I push the fabric off his shoulders. I undo his belt and the button of his trousers.
I start to reach into his boxer briefs, but he stops me with a hand on my wrist. With his other hand, he gently grips my chin and tilts my face up.
“Not yet,” he rasps.
He drops to his knees. He reaches up my dress, pulling down the black tights I’m wearing and my panties. He dusts soft, gentle kisses on the insides of both my thighs. I let out a soft, breathy moan, then clamp my mouth shut. I need to be quiet. Leo’s entire family is just down the hall.
He runs his tongue over my soaking wet slit, then gently sucks on my clit.
Pleasure twists between my legs, pooling at my core. I cover my mouth with my hand to muffle the sounds I’m making. With my other hand, I tug on his hair.
He sucks a little harder, and my eyes roll back. I bite down harder to keep my mouth shut, even though it’s a hell of a task. I want to moan and scream. His tongue feels so damn good.
He flicks in that soft, steady rhythm. Heat gathers between my thighs, climbing up my belly and chest. The pleasure inside of me winds tighter and tighter.
A minute later, I break.
I scream into my hand as orgasm levels my body from the inside out. Sparks fire off in my chest and tummy. Heat races across my skin. Everything feels tight and hot and heavenly.
My legs give out, but Leo holds me up. I yank my fingers through his hair, pulling him away when it hits that too-sensitive feeling.
I blink quickly, my vision blurry from how hard I just came.
When I can start to see again, I see Leo standing up in front of me.
He licks his lips, that devilish grin playing across his mouth. He kisses me. It’s so soft and teasing that I whimper.
I reach down and palm his erection outside of his pants.
He grips my chin, making me look at him.
“Does my girlfriend want my dick now?”
I let out a whiny noise that sounds a lot like the words “please” and “yes” blended together.
He grins, then pulls a condom out of his pocket, rips it open with his teeth, then slides it on.
He grabs my leg and hooks it around his waist, angling me higher. He fists the base of his cock and teases the head at my pussy.
“Please, Leo. Give me your cock. I need it. I—”
He thrusts into me, and I gasp, cutting myself off.
“Luce. Baby. Fuck, I love it when you say please, when you beg for my dick.”
I whimper. He covers my mouth with his massive hand. A low, rough chuckle falls from his lips.
“I love how loud you are, but you need to be quiet.” He glances at the door. “I don’t want my family to hear.”
I smile against his hand and nod.
He thrusts into me, harder this time. I moan against his palm, relishing the way his cock stretches me out.
I love this. I love feeling so full.
He treats me to another slow thrust, then another, and another. My head feels heavy and dizzy all at once. That tightness glides through my abdomen and my chest.
“Do you like the way your boyfriend fucks you, slow and hard?”
My eyes roll back at the low, gritty rasp of Leo’s words. I nod and cry out against his hand.
He leans his mouth to my neck and presses his teeth softly against the sensitive skin.
“Good girl,” he growls.
My eyelids flutter, and my legs start to shake. My boyfriend is so bossy and so dirty, and I can’t get enough.
The pleasure and tightness inside of me intensify. I feel it in every muscle, in every breath…
He looks me in the eye as he tugs down the top of my dress. My boob falls out, and he leans his face down to suck on my nipple.
I curse against his massive palm, feeling the pleasure from his tongue all over my body.
He leans back, then brings his free hand to his mouth and licks the pad of his thumb. Then he softly massages my clit.
That slow-burn of pleasure inside of me morphs into a full-blown bonfire. Seconds later, I explode.
Orgasm hurtles through me. It’s more intense this time. It feels like I’m on fire.
I shatter into a million pieces, floating in the air. I feel heavy and light at the same time. Like I could fly but also melt into the ground.
He pulls his hand away from my mouth, then kisses my lips.
“You came so hard for me,” he whispers against my mouth. “What a good girlfriend you are.”
A fizzy feeling scatters through my torso. I could get off on his praise alone.
I look down between us, feeling his length inside of me.
“You’re still hard,” I say, panting.
He’s breathing hard too. The edge of his mouth hooks up in a wickedly handsome smile. “That’s because I got to fuck my girlfriend against a wall. Of course I’m still hard.”
Tingles spill through my chest and belly.
Girlfriend. I’m Leo’s girlfriend.
I love hearing him call me that.
I reach up, grab his face, and kiss him hard. Then I tighten around him. He grunts into my mouth.
“Come inside me, Leo. Please.”