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I’m leaning against the counter with a coffee clutched tightly in my hand. I swear I just caught myself snoring. “Not me. I bailed out my girls last night since they got too drunk to drive. It’s all good, that’s what friends are for.”

“You’re a good friend, Abby. I would have called an Uber and let them deal with it, but that’s just me. Everyone knows not to mess with my beauty sleep.” I don’t believe her for a hot second.

“Only a few more hours and I can go home and crash. I got this. It’s not the first time I’ve been a zombie on shift and I’m sure it won’t be the last.”

“Look, you’ve helped me out a million times. Since I’m closing, if you want to leave we can handle it. Lunch crowd is over and now it’s just going to be the stragglers coming in. Go home. Get a jump start on your day off.”

“Are you sure? You don’t mind?” When she says no I give her a great big hug, grab my keys, and head out the door just in case she changes her mind. That’s how exhausted I am.

I race home, jump in the shower, and in less than twenty minutes I’m curled up in my bed. I’m just dozing off when there’s a knock on my door.

No, this can’t be happening! I’ll ignore them.

Unfortunately, they persist and I’m afraid it will piss off my neighbors since they’re determined to get my attention. Great, so much for catching up on my beauty sleep.

I check my phone as I’m stumbling to the door. No one’s texted. That’s weird. I check the peep hole ‘cause I’m in my damn pajamas. My heart stops. I shouldn’t open the door, but my heart won’t let me ignore him. Slowly, I unlock it and pull it open.

Lucas rushes in and in a matter of seconds I’m pushed against the wall with my hair fisted in his hand. His mouth captures mine and I moan.

Sleep is so overrated.

“Sexy jammies, Abby. But they won’t last very long since my cock is throbbing and I want to be inside your hot cunt.” Oh my God. I’m already wet from his kiss and his dirty mouth just sends me over the edge.

I’m flush against the wall as he grabs my wrist in one of his talented hands and immobilizes them above my head. He lets go of my hair, yanks my bottoms down, and plunges two fingers inside of me. “Fuck, you’re so wet, baby.” I can taste the liquor on his breath when he swallows my moans, but I don’t care. I’m desperate for this man and I never want him to stop. His talented fingers play my body like the strings of his guitar and I unravel in his arms.

“Oh god, oh god…”

“Come all over my fingers, baby. Then you’re going to come all over my tongue. Just the way you like it. I’m starving for your pussy, baby. You taste so fucking sweet.” I detonate around his fingers like a woman possessed. Pulsing, rocking, grinding, twitching any way I can so it’s more. I want it all.

My knees are about to buckle and my thighs are drenched with my release. When Lucas drops to his knees, I cry out, “Let’s go to bed…” He lifts me off the ground and throws me over his shoulder, pinching and biting my ass all the way to my bedroom. My heart is pounding and so is my adrenaline. They always say when someone is drunk they tell you the truth. My god, if this is how he feels.

He rips my top off as we near the bed. I’m naked since my bottoms fell to the floor near the front door. Using the palm of his hand, he backs me up against the bed and I sit. He drops to his knees, unbuckles his belt, and unbuttons his jeans. His tongue darts out and glides up my inner thighs. Left to right. Right to left. Up and down. My body’s trembling by the time he reaches the part where I want his mouth the most. He inhales, and I come undone.

“Just like I said, so sweet and all mine,” he whispers, as his mouth latches onto my clit. Fuck me!

His tongue is just as talented as his fingers. He laps, licks, and thrusts into me. Using his tongue as if it were his cock fucking me. I gladly fist my hands in his hair while riding his tongue, not that he needs any direction. He hits every damn spot and some I never even knew existed. “Yes, yes, YES, I’m gonna come all over your face.” And I do.

I’m in a state of euphoric bliss when Lucas climbs up my body, leans on his elbows, and scrutinizes me. I do the same. He’s so close I can see the gold and green flecks in his irises. He’s gorgeous and melancholy. He glides his tongue over his bottom lip and then his mouth slants over mine. I can taste myself on his tongue, and it’s just another turn on for me. This kiss is gentle, unlike anything I’ve ever had from him before. I kinda like it.

“God, you’re so beautiful, baby. So good. Too good for a fuckup like me.” Tears spring to life but I’ll never let them fall.

With his mouth still on mine, he thrusts inside of me and makes love to me. It’s the only way to describe it. The troubled man that showed up at my door is now calm. I’d like to think that it was me who calmed the savage beast.

8

Lucas

Nothing,and I mean nothing, could heal this ache that takes up residence in the center of my chest. Believe me, I tried. Showing up at Abby’s apartment last night was a big mistake on so many levels. She’s sweet and kind, and l used her for my own selfish reasons. She’s too good for me. I know this, but I can’t stay away! When I’m with her, she calms my mind in ways that no one’s ever done before. And, if you knew anything about me at all, you’d know that’s some serious shit. Hanging out with the band would have been more productive, but I know my pissy ass mood would have rubbed off on all of them. So I did what I do best, I sought the most vulnerable woman I know, and I used her body for my pleasure. My only consolation is she was a willing participant.

I always thought that I, Lucas Knight, had the world by the balls. It turns out that the world sucks ass, so why the fuck should I care? My phone hasn’t stopped all night and I don’t need to look at it to know who it was. My father. Good ole dad. The man who just turned my life upside down. Truth be told, I was just too pissed and sucker-punched to get any actual answers before I stormed out the door.

Saturday at the Knight household turned out to be a confession, of sorts. Apparently, it started out as a private bitch fest, which I just so stumbled upon.

Oh, lucky me!

Now the cat’s out of the bag and if I had to take a wild guess, I’d say they’re scurrying around like a pack of rats, trying to fix what they just fucked up. How could they? What’s done is done and once I’ve calmed down and can begin thinking rationally again, I’ll confront the man who thought it was best to lie to his own flesh and blood.

So, for now, I’m going to get shitfaced until I can’t stand up. The reason why I’m not answering my texts or checking my voicemails. It’s my god-given right to get blitzed after the bombshell that blindsided me.

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