Page 36 of Loyalties & Longings

“Okay, Lakey. I’ll stay here until you get home,” Massimo says, sounding resolute. As I move past Blaze, he snaps out his arm and catches my wrist in his strong hand.

Without even looking up at me, Blaze says, “I think maybe it’s best you stay with him the night, Massimo. You’re already there, and you’re his best friend. It’s probably not a great idea for Lake to see her father like that if he is in as rough a condition as you’re saying.” He sounds calm, but there is a flicker of anger in his tone. Looking at his face, I try to read his thoughts.Why wouldn’t he want me to go and take care of my father?

“He’ll probably want to have her home when he wakes in the morning, though.” Massimo’s voice carries a recognizable anger.

Blaze’s voice drops an octave. “I will not let you be alone with Lake again for a fraction of a second, Massimo. Look after Enzo and make sure he has plenty of water when he wakes up.” Blaze ends the call.

Lucifer raises his head from his bed, looking for the threat implied by the tone of Blaze’s voice. After assessing the room with ears pricked and realizing it’s only Blaze and me here, he lays his head back down and closes his eyes.

Oh, shit.

It hadn’t even crossed my mind that I’d be alone with Massimo for an uncertain amount of time, especially because it sounds like Dad has passed out. I don’t say anything to Blaze because he is right, and I almost walked straight into that.

Instead, I move to the kitchen and begin opening and closing all the cupboards, looking for cookware to get dinner started.

“What are you doing?” Blaze’s voice filters over to me, and I look up at his face that was hard and angry moments ago, now soft and confused.

“Cooking dinner,” I say like it was obvious. “If I can find anything, that is,” I add as I pull out a chopping board.

Blaze saunters over and sits on one of the stools at the expansive stone countertop. He places my phone on the edge of the it, his face full of amusement and intrigue. I finally find a frying pan and salad bowl and take a knife out of the knife block sitting on the opposite counter. Turning to the refrigerator, I rummage around until I find some things I can throw together to make us something reasonable.

While he doesn’t have much in the refrigerator or pantry, it’s still a decent range of foods. Plenty of fresh produce and protein options I can work with to scrape together a decent meal for two people. At least a small portion of steak with a simple salad on the side.

After looking over everything I have pulled out, Blaze nods and walks off.

I start washing and cutting the salad ingredients, and he returns with a bottle of cabernet before retrieving two wine glasses. I finish with the lettuce leaves and move on to the tomatoes as he pours us each a big glass.

“Do you know how sexy it is to see you cooking in my kitchen?” he asks with a mischievous look on his face. I only offer a pouty smile in return.

“You’d look so much better cooking in my kitchen if you hadnothing but my sweater on,” he adds, licking his lips. I raise an eyebrow in return, practically seeing the hungry thoughts in his eyes, and it isn’t food he’s hungry for.

Without missing a beat, I shimmy out of the baggy pants and continue to cut up the salad ingredients. At this, Blaze stalks around to stand behind me, running his hands up my thighs to my hips before digging his fingers into the flesh there. His hot breath hits my neck as he pulls his body into mine, making sure I can feel his growing erection at my lower back.

One of his hands runs along my lower stomach before it travels south. I’m trying my hardest to concentrate on not slipping and slicing off a finger, but he is making it difficult. His fingers graze all the way down until they are between my legs, and he presses them to my clit. I moan and roll my head back, momentarily stopping the vegetable cutting. I feel him smile against my neck before he kisses me there and removes his fingers from between my legs.

“Don’t let me stop you. Proceed,” he says, and it sounds as though he still has a smile on his face.

Moving his body away from mine, he lifts the sweater so he has a ripe view of my ass, and it’s practically burning from the heat of his eyes. He digs his fingers into my hips once more. This time I try to stay focused on chopping.

It must annoy him that he isn’t getting a reaction because I feel his body shift, but I ignore him and keep focused on the task at hand. I feel the rough, prickly stubble of his face on one of my ass cheeks, making me jump from pain and surprise. I put the knife down and turn around, looking down to see he is now on his knees, hands still on my hips.

“What are you...” Before I can finish my sentence, he buries his face between my legs and gives one good lap with his tongue. My head falls back, and a moan I hadn’t meant to let out escapes.

Taking that as his green light, he grabs hold of one of mycalves and brings my foot up to rest on his shoulder. I have to lean back, putting both hands on the edge of the counter for balance but also for something to squeeze as Blaze runs his tongue through my folds.

Oh my God, it feels amazing. The sight of this man on his knees in front of me, and quite literally worshiping me with his tongue, has me so aroused I’m already almost over the edge.

His tongue moves through and all over my sweet spot, bringing me closer to the precipice.

Blaze is intoxicating in every sense of the word.

He brings his hand up and uses his fingers to scissor my pussy, spreading me open so he can hone in on one particular spot with his tongue. When his tongue lands on it, I happily release a loud moan before he runs his finger all through my wetness. At this point, I’m not sure if it’s because of my moisture or his saliva that allows his finger to glide so effortlessly inside me, but it’s so damn sexual and feels so damn good.

Still running his finger all over me, he circles my clit with his tongue, and my body bends to him. Every time he flicks, the motion of his tongue on my clit makes my body jolt uncontrollably, and every time he circles it, I melt.

Methodically, he flicks, then circles and repeats.

My body responds, spasming and melting continuously and uncontrollably. Each cycle brings me closer to orgasm. He picks up speed, moving between the two motions so swiftly and easily it’s as though his mouth was made for my pleasure.

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