Chapter 24 #2
And that is what I did. With the money that would’ve bought one month of meds, I paid for a gym membership and a personal trainer. That’s how I met Cora. The toughest trainer I’ve ever seen. She even made the men cry next to the machines.
The pain beat the depression. I also ended up in the best physical shape of my life, which I still maintain.
Unfortunately, I was doing my training alone for a whole, because Marshall set up a room full of fitness machines at…
our home. He told me he did it for the good of both of us, especially at how much the muscle-heads were staring at my well-defined curves.
“Hey, are you still there?” Lucas wakes me up from my memories. “Are you ok?”
“Yes, yes, I’m fine. Sorry,” I tell him, putting the beautiful memories in a corner of my mind.
“Ok. As I was saying when you weren’t paying attention, I know about Anora because…
I bugged your house. And before you say anything, I did it because you made me worry a lot," he says when I’m about to scream at him, and that stops me.
“You were talking to yourself, and I thought that you also had a killer second personality, as I had. Lycos. But this is not about me. Anyway, I wanted to intervene when she started controlling you, but I saw from a distance how well you kept her hidden. Especially in that sexy costume while lifting weights,” Lucas winks at me, and I feel my cheeks burning.
One of the admirers from the gym I didn’t even think about.
“I don’t know what is happening here, but I want you to stop this discussion with sexual tension and take it into a room if you want.
I don’t wanna see you licking in front of me, please,” Paul says.
“It’s enough to know that my ex-fiancé was a lunatic woman working for an even crazier asshole and that Anmara has a twin sister inside of her as insane as the two of them. ”
“I have to agree with Paul,” Blake says, making me roll my eyes. “Even if I really wanted to see you in that costume,” he winks at me.
“Be careful with what you say, brother,” Lucas growls. “You’ll get tied up sooner than needed.”
“Ok, ok. I didn’t know you were her boyfriend already,” he puts his hands up as he was surrendering, and I laugh.
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
“Not yet,” Lucas smiles. “We will talk later about that. Now tell us about your plan.”
“I will need your help, even if I fought with myself to not implicate you. That’s why I told you about her. We made a plan where you’re all contributing. Almost all of you. But for it to work, I will need to let Anora free at the right moment.”
?
Apparently, we were all hungry, even after my story.
It seemed that Blake was the one cooking for us, and he already knew that my fridge and kitchen cabinets were stocked with lots of groceries from which he could prepare a multitude of dishes.
He made us something quick and simple, watched by Lucas to protect our food from the idiotic version of Blake. Fortunately, it wasn’t the case, and we got ourselves a good cooked meal.
We took turns showering to get the traces of the blood that wasn’t ours off ourselves. At least I couldn’t resist it anymore.
I remembered while I was showering that I had no idea what Lucas did with Marshall’s body. Same with the one… I killed. But I was too tired to question him about it. I just needed some good night's sleep.
Paul took over the bed in the safe room. He was too wounded to share it with anyone else and needed enough space to get better. I also cleaned his wound again and put some solution on it to help it heal faster, as I finally found the first-aid kit that I lost among my things, then bandaged him.
Blake captured the sofa, but because it was just for one person, he was the only one who could sleep there.
So I get to share my bed with Lucas. I don’t want either of us to go to Marshall’s apartment. The only logical option is to sleep next to him.
It’s not like we could do something, given the rooms surrounding us.
He embraces me from behind, and I immerse myself in his warmth.
I’m already half-asleep, but his hand has other plans.
It starts going over my leg from under my pyjama shorts up to the edge of my lingerie.
I try not to make a sound, but a small whimper still gets out of my vocal cords when he touches the thin piece of material directly on my clit.
It seems you weren’t right at all.
“Shhh, love,” Lucas whispers.
His other hand goes directly under my pyjama shirt to one of my boobs, giving it a soft and sweet squeeze. He makes me put one hand over my mouth so my moans won’t be heard. I close my eyes to feel all the pleasure he is offering me.
He massages my clit, and one finger goes down in circles, slowly entering me just a bit to feel the wetness that is already aggressively forming, making him softly moan in my ear.
Given what happened just a matter of hours before, my body didn’t even seem to be bothered by the loss of a fragment of my heart. Even more, my hips push forward for his finger to go deeper, and I realise that Anora wanted to take control.
Not now, shithead!
But now it’s just perfect. I would’ve let you relax a bit.
And you just happened to think about my own good now.
I’m better on my own, thank you.
Lucas gets me out of my thoughts, retracting his finger from inside of me and pushing one leg forward to spread them more. Before realising, I feel his fingers moving aside my underwear and his cock slowly entering me.
I bite my lips not to make any sound, but a small one crashes against Lucas’s ears, and I can feel him smile while softly kissing me on my neck.
“Let’s see how you can handle not screaming my name,” he whispers, pushing himself to the end.
He retracts in the same tormenting manner, making me breathe heavily through my fingers.
To make things even tougher, Lucas’s hand, which was on my breast, goes to my clit while his member is picking up the pace, wanting to drive me insane.
The pleasure amplifies, starting to get me to new highs, and it’s surprising that I don’t get the agitated moans out of my mouth, given the fact that I’m already so close to my orgasm.
It doesn’t happen to me that often. With him is completely different, more special, something intoxicating in a good way.
Something perfect, ahhh. How good it feels. Come on, Anmara, moan for the others to hear how good Lucas makes you feel.
I try not to react to whatever my sister tells me, but some innocent moans still get through my fingers, but not sufficiently strong enough to get past the closed doors. At least, that is what I hope for.
As for how slow his movements are, my orgasm comes out brutal, making me moan without even thinking about who could be hearing me. Lucas cares a little, as he puts his hand over mine to stop some of the sounds of pleasure made by my vocal cords.
I feel him tensing and finishing inside of me with a muffled growl in the hollow of my neck.
The crush of our orgasms made mine prolong even longer in the most amazing way, getting for a couple of moments in a parallel universe of how amazing it all felt.
He moves slowly until all of his sperm is inside of me, but doesn’t get far when he stops his movement.
He stays deep inside of me in the exact comforting position he is in.
Our hands move from my lips, and I can finally take a big breath that can maybe help me process the most magical orgasm of my life.
We stay in a profound silence for a couple of seconds, until it’s shattered by two simultaneous sounds from the adjacent rooms, making us laugh.
Paul and Blake activated snoring more in a similar rhythm, taking turns. Either they pretended they didn’t pick up our sounds, or they slept too profoundly to be able to hear something from us.
“Good night, Anmara,” Lucas whispers, gripping me strongly at his chest. “For anything that may happen going forward, I want you to know that I was honest when I told you I love you," he says, making me melt right into his arms.
“I love you too,” I say, getting out some words that may be too early to be said, especially after what happened today, but they are strong enough to hold us present for what will happen.
He softly touches my cheek with his lips, his kiss letting me embrace the world of dreams with open arms.