Page 98 of Guarded from Danger

It’s so?—

Fuck.

I never knew sex could be like this. Could feel this perfect.

Then again, this isn't just sex. Not just ravishing. It’s making love.

Every thrust into her is a joining, two matching pieces coming together.

We’re a perfect fit.

As I pump in and out of Lucy’s welcoming heat, the pressure builds until it’s moments from bursting.

Then Lucy reaches between us and rubs her swollen bud, her head falling back as ecstasy takes over.

I plunge into her once more, bottoming out, and she explodes around me.

She cries out, “Xavier. Oh. Oh. God.Yes.”

And that’s all it takes for me to fly into space with her, a multitude of stars bursting to life behind my eyes.

All my muscles go rigid as the sensations take over. As I revel in this incredible moment.

I feel myself filling her, and it’s never felt more right.

A whisper of a thought floats by.

What if Lucy stops taking her birth control?

Could we? Could I?

I never imagined it before. But, yes. I think we could.

As we come back to Earth, our bodies pretzeled together, Lucy smiles into my neck as she murmurs happily, “I think that was more than a preview, honey.”

With a satisfied grin, I reply, “Sunshine. That was a preview.Trust me.”

So we’rea little later than I planned.

Not that Lucy actually knows the plan—I’ve been carefully vague about it, trying to keep her expectations low. I’ve dropped hints about a nice dinner, maybe eating under the stars, possibly a movie new-to-theaters that Matt was able to download early. She knows we’re celebrating at B and A rather than a fancy restaurant in the city because she came right out and told me that’s what she wanted a couple of weeks ago.

“I’d rather spend my birthday at home,” she admitted, a faint pink flushing her cheeks. “I hope that doesn’t ruin anything you’re planning. It would just be… more relaxing. I’ve been getting better about going out in public, but for this…”

While I hate the reason behind her request, I didn’t have a problem with it. I already had my own idea of something special to do, and Blade and Arrow plays a big part of it.

But she has been doing really well, especially considering it’s only been a month. We’ve gone into Seguin to go shopping, toeat out, and Lucy just started teaching a creative writing class at the community center there. She’s only taught two classes and already loves it, and it’s great for me—I head to the center with her and work with the kids myself, helping them work out or playing board games with them. And next week, when I leave for a longer security job, Erik’s going to take Lucy to the community center for me.

She’s not interested in going back to work at the bookstore, happy to keep helping with the B and A admin work instead. Add to that her classes, bi-weekly counseling sessions, and at least four hours each day of writing, Lucy has more than enough to keep her busy.

I’ve told her if she wants to write full-time, I’m fine with it, but she says she likes it this way. And as Dante says, “Lucy’s great. She gets things done easily twice as quickly as I would. The promotional materials she makes are incredible. As long as she wants to help us out, she’s more than welcome to.”

It works for me. Lucy stays at the B and A property most of the time, except for trips into town or to visit her parents. And I don’t have to worry quite as much about her being away from me.

Will I always feel this rabidly protective towards her? Probably. But I’m working on tamping my instincts down. Or at least, I’m learning to bite my tongue. When Lucy decided to take a walk through the woods on her own the other day, I desperately wanted to insist on going with her. Memories of her flashback and the asshole intruders came storming back with a vengeance.

But I knew Lucy needed to feel in control again. So I nearly ground my molars to dust as I smiled and told her to have a good time. Then I went to the gym and sparred with Niall in an attempt to keep from worrying.

It sort of worked, at least.

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