Page 113 of Escaping Our Reality

I point. “Window on the left. And you don’t have to say it’s beautiful. It’s small, nothing spectacular. But Grandpa took care of it. He took pride in everything, no matter how small. It was home. And it was filled with love.”

“I’d rather live in a small house filled with love than a mansion filled with indifference.” She turns, giving me a small peck on the cheek.

I need to find a way to give Lulu a mansion filled with love. She deserves both. I need to man up and provide that for her. Pulling back onto the road, I do a U-turn and drive to the homestead. Harlan is still there when we park. I should’ve known that he wouldn’t sneak out early.

“Ry! Water lanterns.” Lulu sits forward, literally on the edge of her seat in excitement. “Is that food?” She gasps. “Oh my god, Ry, the firepit has blue fire.”

Normally, I’d back into my spot, but she’s having too much fun looking at everything. I just turn the truck off, laughing. “I know. I soaked the wood in copper chloride. It does that.”

Harlan opens the passenger-side door for her, holding her hand as she climbs out. “Harlan, the firepit is blue.”

“I know; I see it. And you look beautiful, sweetheart.”

Smiling, she wraps him in a hug, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Did you help with my prom?”

“I’m the official water lantern boy. If I never see another lantern in my life, that will be fine by me.”

“Well, thank you. So much.”

I lean against the hood of the truck, watching her as she walks around the campsite. My eyes are glued to her every move. How did a poor bastard like me get so lucky?

She bursts out laughing when she gets to the food table. “A four-foot-long Philly cheesesteak? Really?”

I bite back my smile. No salad here. I’ve got all her favorites—the sandwich, pickle-flavored potato chips, gummy worms, and cantaloupe. Weird. I know.

She walks down to the dock, studying the glowing lanterns as they float around. Dusk is coming and the lights glisten off her skin like gold. Harlan slaps me on the shoulder. He winks, climbs into his truck, and drives away. I grab a beer from the cooler and walk down to one of the side tables. I open my laptop, turn the volume as loud as it will go, and hit ‘Play’ on the slow song playlist I made last night. It’s really hard to find two hours’ worth of slow songs that sound somewhat decent. The eighties proved very helpful.

She turns, watching me as I slug back half my beer. “So, what do you wanna do first? Eat? Dance?” I lick my lips. “Get naked? Ithasbeen a full forty-eight hours now.”

“I did not spend all that time getting this good-looking to be undressed in less than an hour.”

I pout, tossing back the rest of my beer. “Fine.”

She holds out her hand, motioning for me to join her on the dock. “Let’s dance.”

We dance, we eat, we laugh, we talk. Trust me, there is no one on the face of this earth who is having a better prom than Lulu and me. And the songs aren’t that bad; I get to hold Lulu close as I listen to them. That makes everything better.

Three hours in, it gets even better. She pushes me down onto one of the patio chairs and slowly removes her dress. Teasingly slow. She’s playing our game just right tonight. Underneath,she’s wearing a black lace strapless bra and black lace boy-cut panties. Those drive me crazy. And I guess, black lace is our theme for the night.

I chuckle to myself. If Lulu did believe in symbolism, something may be said for wearing the color of death to her prom.

She props her high heel up on the seat, allowing me to trace my fingers up the length of her leg, from ankle to crotch. When my fingertips skirt past the edge of her panties and into her moisture, she moans, but quickly lowers her leg before I can go any farther. Grabbing a seat cushion, she tosses it on the ground at my feet. Bowing before me on her knees, she slowly unbuttons my shirt, exposing my chest. She charts every line and muscle, before undoing my pants. I raise my hips, helping her free my throbbing cock. Folding me into her mouth like I’m the only flavor she’s been craving for days, she forces me to the brink, but I stop her before I fall.

“No, Lulu. Tonight, I come in your pussy. Not your mouth. Let me go get a condom.” I gently push her away, making room for me to stand up when she stops me. She reaches into the cup of her bra and pulls out a condom.

I can’t help but smile. “Packing ahead of time. Presumptuous, don’t you think?”

She stares into my eyes, tossing her chin in the air. “I figured you were a sure thing.”

Oh, how you figured right, My Lulu.

Chapter 46

CRUTCH

Lulu’s voice is raspy. She screamed so loud she actually made her throat raw. It’s a good thing the homestead is isolated. A stranger would’ve thought I was murdering her. Three different times.

Damn women and their multiple orgasms. Don’t get me wrong, I definitely plan on having another one tonight myself, I just need a few hours of recovery in between.

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