3. Victor #3
I was positive my brothers’ women would bring her right into the family fold.
“Anyhow… that’s not what I meant with what are you into. I told you one of my kinks, I guess you could call them.” She pointed at the wall, and I realized we were standing in front of a wall of women’s costumes on the skimpier side. “What’s your thing, Victor?” she asked without blushing.
And fuck me, I loved this side of her.
I’d seen it time and time again through a screen, but face to face? It reminded me of the serious trouble I was in when it came to Lucy. She might have sweet little blushing moments, but she wasn’t a scared little virgin.
She was a woman.
A full-grown one who knew exactly what she wanted and what she liked. My chest rose and fell as heat pumped in my blood. She had no qualms about exploring, either. I cleared my throat and broke eye contact. My eyes moved to the costumes on the wall.
“I don’t know.” I hardly recognized my voice.
“Come on, Vic.” She did that hip-check thing again even though our height difference was clear.
Vic. I liked that familiarity she had with me after just a couple of hours of knowing me.
Not even my brothers called me Vic. “You don’t like a little role play?
The dirty nurse to take care of you?” She pointed to the skimpy red and white costume.
“French maid to polish your knob? Virginal angel? Naughty kitten to cuddle?” I felt her body turn against mine, and I couldn’t avoid her gaze when I glanced down.
Lucy’s hand stroked my arm. “Or are you into the innocent little schoolgirl who you can teach a nice, hard lesson?”
“Lucy—“ My cock was fucking rock hard as I pictured Lucy in each and every single costume dressed up just for me. Playing out dirty little filthy scenes for me.
“Relax, I’m kidding.” She shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal I didn’t play along with her.
There was a flash of disappointment in her stare, and I hated myself for it.
I couldn’t think straight when I was around her, and even though I should have known better, I leaned down, unable to keep my distance.
My lips brushed the shell of her ear, and I felt her body shudder.
Yeah, Lucy liked me. She didn’t know I was daddy, but her body recognized me. Knew who it belonged to.
“You should know that you would rock the fuck out of each one of those costumes, little girl.” The nickname flew past my lips, but I couldn’t find it in me to regret it.
How could I when I noticed the goose bumps coming to life on her skin?
I loved the way she reacted to me. It drove me crazy just thinking about the day she’d figure out who I was and that her and I were inevitable.
Being so damn close to her made my love- and lust-filled brain slow.
I couldn’t help but not only not keep my lips to myself but also my teeth.
I nipped at her earlobe before swiping it with my tongue to soothe away the sting.
She gasped, but instead of pulling away from the stranger she thought I was, she leaned closer.
“Schoolgirl and the kitten are a classic for a reason, Sunshine,” I said with an edge to my voice.
Her eyes darted up to meet mine almost immediately, and there was something in them that made me think I’d just given myself away.
“They’re both so damn sweet you wouldn’t mind the toothache they’d bring you. ”
“Sunshine?”
“You’re like a ray of light.” I shrugged and forced myself to move away. Good one, genius!
We finished walking through the store, and after Trager called me, she insisted she had taken too much of my time. We headed back to the apartment building, walking side by side as our hands swung slowly, sometimes bumping and brushing against the other.
But she didn’t reach for my hand again.
And I felt that loss down to my soul. We stood side by side on the elevator, and I walked her to her door.
“Such a gentleman,” she said. I nodded, scratching the back of my neck.
“Today was fun, Lucy.”
“It was.” She looked at me and smiled. “Maybe I’ll see you around soon?”
“Halloween is coming up,” I brought up like an idiot.
“Thought you weren’t a big Halloween guy?”
“Not usually, but I just found out hot girls dig masks. Might have to go back and buy one.” This made her laugh and roll her eyes playfully at me.
“Well, whatever you do, you should stop by for a treat,” she offered.
“Or a trick?” I asked, and my eyes widened. Shit, had I just called her a prostitute? “Shit! I didn’t mean it—“
“I know,” she said, trying to catch her breath. Her hand reached up and brushed my forearm.
The heat of her touch went right through me, leaving a trail of warmth I swear only made my cock so damn hard the fucker was about to snap right the hell off.
“But there might be a trick or two I might be able to teach you.”
“Magic?”
“Hmm… maybe.” Lucy winked. She opened the door and waved before shutting it behind her.
No hug.
No slight kiss on the cheek.
Yet it felt like I’d somehow won the fucking lottery and lost it all at the same time.