Page 69 of Ravished By Her

Lacey tweaked one of my buns. “Are you up for it?”

“Take me to the bedroom and find out,” I challenged.

True to form, Lacey threw me over her shoulder and carried me to the bedroom where we both found out just how up for a strap-on fuck I was.

* * *

“You know, I haven’t wanted to be with anyone since my divorce,” she said as we lay naked together. I loved it when Lacey talked to me after sex. Both of us were more open than we would have been otherwise as the sweat dried on our skin and our heart rates went back to normal.

“I haven’t been in a relationship at all for two years,” I admitted. “I went on a few dates, but I was so busy with work that I didn’t want the distraction.” The majority of my social interaction had been with my coworkers going for drinks or to networking events. My job really had been my life.

Sterling’s words came back to me. Hadn’t she basically said the same thing?

Lacey tangled my fingers with hers. “Seems like both of us are out of practice with this.”

“True,” I said.

She brought my fingers to her mouth and kissed each one of my knuckles. “I don’t know where you came from, or what happened to throw you into my life, but I’m glad you’re here. I’m really fucking glad you’re here, Gwen.”

I wanted to hide my face from her so she couldn’t see how much her words affected me. Instead, I snuggled into her chest and closed my eyes.

“I’m glad you’re here too,” I said.

* * *

The next few days were strange, but good. We were in the home stretch of staging the house, but we were at what felt like the beginning of something else. As much as I told myself I was going to go back to the van and stay the night by myself, inevitably I ended up at Lacey’s rental. Being with her was so much better than being by myself in the van. Her bed was decently sized, she let me steal the blankets, and she let me help cook, which was more than I could say for my sister. Our trip to get linens and accents for the house was so much fun that my stomach hurt from laughing when we got back. Lacey did end up pushing the cart for me and pretended to fight with me on pillow selections. We brought out each other’s goofy sides, which was something I didn’t expect.

* * *

“I’ll drive,” Lacey said, when we were arguing about who was going to take us to book club on Thursday after we’d finished at the house for the day.

“Fine,” I said, giving in, but only because that meant I could have as many drinks as I wanted without worrying about driving.

“Come on, princess, your chariot awaits,” she said, opening the truck door for me and putting her hand out to help me in.

“Thank you,” I said, putting on a fake accent.

We went back to Lacey’s to change and have a snack before she drove us both to the bookstore in the heart of downtown Arrowbridge.

“Fancy seeing you here,” a familiar voice called as Lacey helped me out of the truck. She didn’t have to, but I loved it when she did.

Sterling and Kai walked over from where they’d parked a dozen spaces away from us.

“Nice to see you again, Lacey,” Sterling said. “This is my girlfriend, Kai.”

“It’s good to see you, and nice to meet you Kai,” Lacey said, shaking both of their hands. I hadn’t really been nervous up until this moment, but now my old friends, fear and anxiety, were dancing through my head.

“Nice to meet you,” Kai said. “I’ve heard so much about you from Gwen, I feel like we already know each other.”

Lacey nodded and adjusted her hat. I had to hide a smile, because that meant she was nervous too. “Likewise,” Lacey said.

She’d closed up again a little bit since we’d gotten out of the truck, and that was something I should have expected. Lacey might be completely open with me, but we definitely didn’t start out that way.

Lacey looked down at me as I slid my hand into hers, squeezing her fingers.

“I’m starving, let’s go,” Sterling said, also taking Kai’s hand as we walked toward the bookstore.

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