Page 40 of Deadly Little Games

I shrug. “No one’s ever good, but yeah, I feel a little better.”

Lucas nods before smirking. “You should have seen the look on Gage’s face when you left with his car. He doesn’t let anyone drive it, and now he’s probably at the car wash getting rid of the mess you made.”

Laughter bubbles up from within me, making my chest rumble and tears spring to my eyes. Fuck, that feels good.

“Can you drive me home, please?” I ask Lucas, and he shakes his head.

“You’re staying at my place tonight.”

“But—”

He hands me the joint and I take it. “No buts. I’m not driving you home tonight—it’s late as fuck and I need you with me.”

As the smoke hits the back of my throat and my body grows lax, I decide against arguing. I can’t be bothered. My only desire is to sink into a soft bed, drift off to sleep, and leave everything behind.

I pass the joint back to Lucas as we get into his car. Not long after, I lean my head against the headrest, my eyelids grow heavy and the world fades away.

I wake to strong arms encircling my waist, and I am pressed back against a comforting, warm chest. I turn around, groaning, and blink my eyes a few times before finding myself face to face with Lucas. His eyes are closed and his face is relaxed. I frown. What the fuck am I doing here with him?

I’m conflicted because I feel protected with him as if nothing can touch me, and it’s messed up. I finally slept through the night without any disturbances; there were no nightmares or sounds of someone attempting to break into the house.

Rolling back over, I lean into Lucas’s warm body and close my eyes. It’s nearly pitch black in here, and I can’t tell whether it’s day or night. Since I don’t have to work until tonight, I plan on spending the day searching for Alec. I reached out to him last night, assuring him everything is fine, the debt has been settled, and he can come out of hiding so we can go.

He didn’t reply.

Why didn’t he tell me before he disappeared? I could have helped him.

Lucas shifts behind me, his arm around me tightening, and his touch is warm against my lower belly.

“Morning, little thorn.” His words tease the back of my neck.

“Morning,” I whisper through a yawn.

“Any requests for breakfast?” His hand slowly descends to the waistband of my underwear. “I’m hungry for your pussy.”

His fingers glide underneath the material, down my already wet folds, and my breath hitches.

“I’ve gotta start looking for my brother,” I rasp, even though I don’t want him to stop. I need this. I want this. My body wants the enemy, and I can’t tell her no.

“Your underwear needs to go.”

Lucas gently pushes them down my legs as he rolls me onto my back, and I find myself staring into his captivating light-brown eyes. I extend my fingers toward the waistband of his briefs.

“You next,” I say, and Lucas grins.

“Fuck, you are sexy when you boss me around.”

He removes his briefs and now he’s bare, looking down at me with so much desire that my core begs for his touch. With a firm grip, he lifts the bottom of my top, peels it over my head, and hurls it across the room.

“Fucking perfect,” he says, roaming his gaze down over my chest and pussy, now on full display.

With the way Lucas is looking at me, I resist the temptation to hide the scars that mark my stomach. There’s an inferno of heat in his eyes as he grips his hard cock. I feel empowered and strong. Wanted.

Taking hold of the back of his neck, I bring him closer, connecting our lips with fervor. He responds with a throaty groan, and our tongues intertwine, moving in sync with each other.

His fingers press between my folds, rubbing my clit faster and harder before he pushes a finger, then two, inside me. My back arches as I grab onto his thick cock, and it feels like silky steel in my hand. His lips never leave mine and we fight for dominance, nipping and tugging. My hand tugs his cock to the same pace until he pulls back, resting his head against mine.

“I want to watch you fall apart until your cum drips from my fingers, then I’m going to fuck you.”

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