Page 90 of Crash

When he gets back, we eat a delicious meal, and after the kitchen is cleaned, the three of us sit down and watch a movie.

As soon as the bedroom door closes behind us, Luke has me pinned against the wall. He grinds into me, his hard cock rubbing against my thigh.

“I’ve been dying to get you alone for hours.” His mouth is on mine at the same moment he slides his hand up my shirt, gripping one of my breasts. He deepens the kiss and grinds into me again. “I need you,” he whispers against my mouth.

“We have to be quiet,” I tell him. He nods, and within seconds we’re both naked. I drop to my knees and take him in my mouth and grab his balls as I bob my head back and forth.

“Oh, shit,” he hisses as he helps guide my head. “Yes, love.” I continue to tease him with my mouth, taking him all the way in my throat.

“Stand up,” he says, pulling away from me. “I want to be inside of you.”

He picks me up, gently lays me on the bed, and pushes my legs apart. He kisses my clit and sucks on it for several seconds. I stick both hands in his hair, letting him work his magic, but he pulls away much too soon. He slides inside of me moments later, holding my gaze, but when my moans become too much, he covers my mouth with his hand. He fucks me slowly, filling me to the hilt and pulling back out.

He finally removes his hand and replaces it with his mouth. Our kiss becomes deeper and wetter, and his cock goes deeper each time. The orgasm comes quickly, causing my brain to short circuit. I feel my juices drip down my thighs as I shudder underneath him. He lets out one deep grunt as he thrusts one last time before he starts to spasm.

We both lay there, spent. He stays inside of me until he softens and slides out. When he rolls over, he pulls me into his side, both our bodies glistening with sweat.

“Incredible,” I say.

“You’re the only one I ever want to do that with,” he whispers.

“Don’t start with that marriage talk again,” I tease.

“Oh, it’s happening, Sunshine. Get used to the idea now.”

CHAPTER 50

VIVI

“I really don’t need a party,” I say to my mother and Luke, who are sitting at a table in the back of the bakery as I work the counter.

“We’re all done planning. You have to give us a list of people you want to invite.” My mother drones on and on, happier than I’ve ever seen her.

She tried to order a cake from my aunt, who sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes. She had a slight smile on her face when she told my mother ‘Vivi will have cake.’

“Hopefully, it won’t rain, but I’ll get a tent just in case, and we can always move it inside.” My mother continues to go on and on about how big and beautiful the backyard is, and since the landlord is someone she used to work with, they have no issues with her having the party there. Seeing my mother and my boyfriend plan my graduation party stirs all kinds of feelings inside of me. All of them good, but the niggling thought that nothing this good can ever last just won’t die.

“I have to go into work for a few hours,” my mother says, standing up. “It’s tax season. Vivienne, don’t forget to bring your paperwork so I can file for you next weekend.” She offers Luke her cheek and he bends down and kisses her. As he’s helping her with her coat, the door to the bakery opens.

It’s a cold rainy day, and foot traffic has been very slow since the morning rush. I turn towards the door to smile at the customer, but my smile slips as soon as my eyes land on my father’s face. Despite his small stature, he fills the room.

He stands there, both hands on his hips as his brown eyes scan the room. He looks at me first but shakes his head in disgust before turning to my mother.

“I’m not selling my house,” he says, as he slowly approaches.

My mother’s shoulders stiffen as she puts her purse strap over her shoulder.

“Fine, keep it. I don’t care, but you will have to buy me out, Ixon. If you have anything else to say, call my lawyer.”

“I’m not talking to your lawyer. I’m talking to you, Jocelyn. And maybe you forgot how things work, butyoudon’t tellmewhat to do.” I can see my mother’s bravado fade right in front of my eyes. She’s suddenly shorter and is already retreating back inside herself, putting up her shell.

Unwilling to let that happen, I speak up.

“You don’t tell anyone what to do anymore,” I say. His snake-like eyes turn back to me, and I refuse to wither under his intense gaze.

“You are taking up with this Clark boy.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement. He says the name Clark with such contempt that Luke’s head goes back. I don’t respond, but I continue to hold his gaze, letting him know with my silence that I don’t owe him an explanation. “You going to speak?” he spits out.

“No. I don’t owe you an explanation.”

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