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“Remember when I told you I was a bastard child from my father’s affair? Well, now you know who he was fucking! Arisha is my birth mother, but she didn’t have the balls to keep me. I seriously can’t do this right now. I need to go home.”

“Holy shit, Lucas. Yeah, let’s get the fuck out of here.” No one dares breathe a word all the way home. And I’m afraid if they did, Lucas would lose his shit. Now that we’re on our way home, he looks lost and alone.

When Trevor pulls up to the loft, Lucas opens the door. I start to slide out, too, until he directs me to stop where I am.

“Do me a solid and make sure Abby gets home safe and sound.” I protest, but he continues. “I need to be alone, baby. I’ll text you later.” When he slams the door, I’m the one who feels lost and alone. Trevor doesn’t blink an eye, he just honks and off we go.

“Have you guys lost your fucking minds?” They flinch and Willow turns around with tears in her eyes.

“When he gets like this, it’s best to just leave him alone. He’ll be fine in the morning.”

“Stop the car. Now!” I shout. “He just found out about his mother after twenty-three years. I don’t think he’s fine, I think he’ll lose his shit. You witnessed him punching the wall, right? I’m going to be there to pick up the pieces whether he likes it or not. Let me the fuck out now, Trevor. Seriously, you don’t want to mess with me!” He skids to a stop and I dart out the door.

I’m winded by the time I run the six blocks. Christ, I didn’t think he had driven that far but I’m gasping and I know I’m not that out of shape. I’m pissed when I see the out-of-order sign on the elevator once again. Great. Four flights of stairs just might do me in.

Soft music emanates from his loft as I stand in front of the door. I take a minute to focus on the lyrics and the sultry voice, but then I know it’s Arisha. Why does he torture himself this way? I don’t bother knocking, I try sliding the door instead. And when it opens, I breathe a sigh of relief.

30

Lucas

I often wonderedwhat people meant when they said they were broken. All I could picture was the nursery rhythm about Humpty Dumpty and how he couldn’t be put back together again. Well, I guess now I know, since that’s how I’ve been feeling since I overheard the conversation between Landon and his mother. And, if I had any more pieces left, tonight just crushed them all. My birth mother chose her career over her own flesh and blood, and that hurts me to my core. No one wanted me, so my father was forced to raise his bastard child. The ironic thing is, I look exactly like her, but never in a million years would I have put two and two together. How could I?

To add fuel to the fire, I popped up her songs onSpotifyand have been torturing myself ever since walking through the door. I know. I’m a glutton for punishment. What can I say?

Her voice resonates around the high ceilings and bounces off the walls when I scream at the top of my lungs, “Why didn’t you love me enough to keep me?”

I startle when Abby whispers, “It’s her loss, Lucas.”

Abby? What the fuck is she doing here? I’m sitting on the sofa and I can’t turn around because I know if I do, I’ll lose it. “Remind me to thank Trevor for taking you home.”

“Well, don’t be too harsh on him. He tried, but when I opened the door while the car was still moving, he really didn’t have a choice.” This time I glance up and see her creeping toward me. Baby steps, but she’s slowly making her way into my space and then does a three-sixty toward the kitchen. Hmm, okay. But I hide my smile when she struts out with a bag of frozen veggie mix. My baby wants to take care of my hand, because god knows she’s already jumpstarted my heart.

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I blow out a breath. “I’m not very good company. I just need some time alone to figure all of this shit out, and I can’t do it with you here.”

“I think that’s where you’re wrong. We don’t need to talk, but I’m not leaving until the swelling in your hand goes down. If you’re a good boy, I have a real quick cure for the pain.” Yeah, I bet she does. It would take my mind off of all this BS, for sure, but for only a short window of time.

“Abby, don’t. Tonight’s not the night to poke the bear.” Why did I think she’d listen to me? She gets closer and closer, and in one swift motion she’s straddling me. And placing the frozen bag against my hand. She’s so gentle. So Abby.

“Let me make you feel good, Lucas, and then you can return the favor.” When I grab her hips, the bag slides to the floor with a thump. “Well, I guess we’re going to start with the pain management before the swelling.” A sexy wink has her grinning from ear to ear.

“Something else is swollen and needs your undivided attention,” I command, before my mouth crashes into hers. If I have my way, this girl’s never going home. Ever!

Grabbing the back of her neck, I take back control. Thrusting my tongue inside of her mouth like I’m going to do to her sweet pussy in just a few minutes. She just fuels the fire when her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer. Hearts beating, blood pumping, and she’s grinding against me. Instinct takes over and my hips thrust against her mound even though we’re fully clothed. When she moans into my mouth, I lose it. I grab her ass and stride over to the bed while our mouths are still fused together. Hot, pulsing need runs through my veins.

Her chest is heaving as we break apart. Air rushes into my lungs as I use one hand to yank off her shirt and the other to unbutton her jeans. She’s a big help when she wiggles her hips to slide out of them. Her bra and panties are next, and when she parts her silky thighs, I bury my face right where I want to be.

“Oh god. Don’t stop.” She’s foolish if she thinks for one second that I will. I’m going to make her scream so many times tonight, she’ll lose her damn voice.

“I’m just getting started, baby.” She moans when I slide two fingers inside of her hot hole while sucking on her hard clit. She bucks underneath my mouth and begins riding my fingers and face, just like a naughty girl. I love it and I let her grind away until I can feel her clench around my swollen fingers. Her orgasm outweighs my pain by leaps and bounds.

I kiss her parted thighs, give one more swipe of my tongue before tasting every inch as I work my way up her gorgeous body. I stop when I get to her ample breasts which are begging for a bit of attention. I flick my tongue over one hard nub while using my thumb and forefinger to pinch the other. She seeks relief as she grinds her pussy against the hard bulge inside my jeans. She’s desperate for my cock, and I hate that I’m fully clothed.

“Do you need my cock buried inside you, baby?” She answers with a needy whimper. “Then take off my jeans.” Her hands make quick work of freeing me from the confines, and when her hands dip inside I come undone. Sitting up, I push them over my hips and in one thrust I’m buried to the hilt. Her eyes are wild and I know what she’s thinking, I’m bare, but I just needed to feel her. This one time. I knew she’d be fucking perfect. “Lucas, I…”

“I’m grabbing a condom now, Abby. I just needed to feel your wet heat just this once.” When I go to stand, she uses her legs to hold me in place.

“I have an implant and I’m clean, so…” She bites on her bottom lip and leaves it up to me. I want this so desperately with her and I’ve always worn a condom. This is the first time I’ve ever been bare.

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