Chapter 13
Coco
THREE WEEKS LATER.
“This is all for me?” I stare, eyes wide, mouth agape, and don’t even know what to say.
Lucca held true to his promise of a date night for the downtown tree lighting, with a hotel room and dinner, and whatever else I want.
“All of it.”
I glare at him with his smug grin.
“Thank you,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around his trim waist and burying my face in his chest, unconcerned about wrinkling his suit. He won’t care either.
“Pick your outfits for the evening. Dress for dinner first, then let Jason know what to bring over to the hotel, and I’ll be back in a couple of hours. Sabrina should be here soon, as well.”
I peer up at him, surprised by the news.
“She will?” He nods. “Thank you, Lucca.”
“Thank you, my sweet little stalker. Wouldn’t be here now if not for your persistence.”
“And getting hit by a car.”
He grimaces at my joke, but I can’t help it. I don’t know what would have happened if that car hadn’t beaned me while I was being a careless fool.
“Quit joking about that.” A growl rumbles in his chest as he swats my ass, barely covered by the silk robe I’m wearing after getting out of the shower. “I still can’t get that fucking image out of my head.”
Sliding my hands up his chest, I wrap them around his neck and pull him down for a kiss.
“I’m sorry, Lucca.” Brushing my lips against his, I wait for him to take over, and he doesn’t disappoint.
His firm lips grasp me in a hold that is both possessive and adoring.
If there’s one thing I know about this man in the month I’ve been living with him, it’s that he’s utterly obsessed with me.
Groaning, he draws back when there’s a knock on the door.
“Fucking Preston. I’ll be right there!” he shouts, and we hear Preston grumbling about being late before he leaves. “Be ready when I get home. Tonight, you are all mine.”
I shiver at his fingers trailing across the back of my thighs as he walks out, and my pussy weeps in anticipation of him.
Over the last several weeks, I’ve healed nicely.
My knee is almost at full range of motion, and the cast came off my wrist yesterday, thank god.
It was getting itchy, and I hated it. We have been intimate every night since the first time he tied me to the bed and ate me out for hours.
The things this man can do to my body, even without penetration, are miraculous.
Lucca was disappointed when my period came, but that didn’t keep him from ringing orgasms out of me every morning and night as promised. He just had to be creative. And nothing has stopped him from sliding the tip of his dick inside my sheath when he comes every time, either.
But tonight is the night he’ll take my virginity. Finally! I’ve been begging, but he told me he wouldn’t do it until my cast came off, my knee was fully functional, and my head was cleared. Yesterday, I received the news that I could resume life as usual.
After spending so much up-close-and-personal time with his abnormally long and thick dick, I’m not so afraid of it anymore. He’s only allowed me to give two blowjobs, and honestly, it’s not enough. I want to spend hours worshipping his appendage the way he does my sex.
One thing I’ve learned about Lucca, however, is that I come before everything else in his life.
His work, which I’m almost sure is illegal, his family, who are amazing, and the men he employs, whom I’ve only met Preston and Jason.
Both are incredible people, but scary when Lucca gets pissed off because it means someone is about to pay.
I’ve been living in a bubble since coming here. I’ve only left a couple of times for doctors’ appointments or to see Janet and Sabrina at Love the only change will be that I’ll have a bodyguard or two strapped to me at every turn. He doesn’t trust the world not to come for my innocence—his words, not mine.
I’ve told him that right now, the only thing I want is to get back to work at the coffee shop.
I was never any good in school, so college doesn’t feel like the right fit.
I seriously doubt he needs me to work for him; Preston seems to have everything covered.
When it comes time for babies, I might change my mind.
Being a stay-at-home mom appeals to me most because of my upbringing.
Nobody wanted me, and I swore that my kids would never feel that way.
Lucca didn’t seem to mind that when I’d confided in him.
Examining the two dress racks, I decide on a little white number with shimmering sparkles for our evening after the lights.
It’s strapless and bare-backed, except where the top clips together at my shoulder blades.
The hem is indecently short with a slit on each side that travels up to the hip.
I think it’s one size too small, as well, and it’ll kill Lucca to allow me in public with it, but I also think he’ll like going all feral alpha on anyone who looks at me. I know I will.
For dinner, I chose a long-sleeved black maxi dress. It has a turtleneck with a diamond-shaped cutout between the breasts and a slit on one side that, again, goes to the hip. One pair of black stilettos will work with both dresses, as well as a white pearl clutch.
The rack for outerwear is more challenging to find something sexy, but I select a pair of fleece-lined leggings adorned with snowflakes, and pair those with thigh-high leather boots with no heel.
Grabbing a cream-colored long-sleeved cotton shirt that will hug my slight curves, I pair it with a hip-length down coat and matching hat and gloves.
A knock on the door signals Jason as he opens it, and Sabrina follows him in. “These go to the hotel, please.” He nods, collecting all the clothing, and leaves as quickly as he came.
“Wow!” Sabrina marvels as she stares around the room.
I love the simplicity of the space. The focal point is the king-sized bed with a curved head and footboard in rich pine wood.
The notches in each corner grab my friend’s attention when she notices one of the silk ties is still attached. “He ties you up?”
“Yeah,” I sigh wistfully because I love it when he does, and now that I can do everything, I can only imagine how much naughtier he’ll be about it. I wonder if he’ll allow me to do it to him.
“You are too wild, my friend.” She giggles as she sits on the end. “So, what are we doing with your hair and makeup?”
She could delve much deeper into what Lucca does to me in the bedroom, but I’m so glad she doesn’t. I just might overheat and pass out from the way Lucca controls my pleasure.
“Well, I was thinking simple, smoky eye, bright red lips, and a little blush. For hair, what about a braid crown? Works for the whole night.” I’ve never been good at makeup, so I’m glad Sabrina is here to help.
“I like it. You want dark, dark for the eye, or just medium dark?” She’s already moving towards the bathroom, where everything is set up.
“As long as there’s a shimmer, I don’t care.”
We spend the next few hours perfecting my hair and makeup before she helps me into the dress and shoes that just might kill me, but it will be worth every aching step I take tonight.
“Gorgeous!” She claps. “Now do me a favor and slip your leg out, bend the knee, and pull the dress back to expose hip to heel.” Confused, I follow her lead. Sabrina gets my phone and snaps a picture before taking a short video. “Send those to him.”
Checking them out first, my breathing accelerates as I imagine Lucca’s reaction. I hit send and wait impatiently for his response, and boy, he doesn’t disappoint.