Page 52 of Trouble in Love
“That’s perfectly understandable.”
“Not really. He died while I was gone. Had a massive heart attack and dropped to the floor like a stone.”
“Oh my god, Luca. I’m so sorry.” I tried to turn and comfort him, but he held me tighter.
“Mom had to sit there, Pol. She had to sit beside him and watch the only man she ever loved, who abused her and tortured her children, die. She was forced to watch the life drain from his eyes because I couldn’t take looking at them for another second.”
Again, I tried and managed to slip from his grasp, almost falling from the bath as I spun on my knees and dragged him away from the enamel edge. When I had the space, I sat in his lap and wrapped my legs around him. “Luca. How old were you?”
“Twelve … but that’s no excuse.”
“Of course it is! You were a child. A baby. You had been through enough. Your mum had too, of course, but as an adult, she would be able to process what happened better than you ever could have.”
“Maybe,” he admitted. “But I always felt like it was my job to protect her, and I failed.”
“You didnotfail her, Luca. He did.” I buried my face on his neck and began to pepper his wet skin with kisses. “That is not your cross to bear. Tell me you believe me.”
After a brief silence filled with only shaking breaths and thumping heartbeats, Luca leaned back and captured my chin in his hand. “I will if you will. Tell me you don’t believe you’re truly bad.”
I shook my head then, pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. “Sorry, but I can’t do that.”
“Why?”
“Because you deserve better than a lie.”Better than me.He shifted beneath me. His muscles flexed. His dick rubbed right against my pussy. “Now stop talking and fuck me.”
Luca
“Now stop talking and fuck me.”
I knew what she was doing. Using sex as a distraction.
A weapon.
We’d just had one of the most difficult and raw conversations of my life. Polly bared her soul. Shared a secret she’d held in for over a decade, and, in turn, I revealed mine. Sex shouldnothave been in the equation. But with her perfect tits pressing into my chest and her pussy—something else she was keen to share—so wet I could feel it beneath the water, even an idiot like me could do the math.
Gripping her waist like it was the only thing tethering me to the earth, I ground her into my lap and thrust up, my cock almost slipping inside her as she wriggled and moaned atop of me. “Polly. I can’t fuck you again without a condom. It’s not worth it.”
With a smile, she snuck her hands underneath us, trailed her fingers over my abs, the hard line of my V, then grabbed thebase of my throbbing cock while raising her hips. “Oh, but it is, Cowboy. It really, truly is.”
“And what about your rule?” I groaned, my whole body coming alive as her head fell against my shoulder. “It’s been more than once.AndI know your name—” The objection died in my throat as she ran her finger across the head of my cock and slipped it inside her tight cunt, sliding down and clenching, pausing halfway before slowly rising.
“Just once more,” she whispered, slamming home again. The sound of water spilling over the side and splashing onto the tile floor, the slap of her ass against my thighs, her cries for more felt like heaven opening up just for me. I buried my face between her boobs, twisting to the left and right, darting out here and there to lick, suck, and praise her perfect pink nipples.
“Fuck, I love your tits.” I groaned, my voice rough like sandpaper. “Most amazing things I have ever seen. God, I want to fuck them so bad.”
“Would you like me to give you three a moment alone? I feel like I’m intruding.” The giggle that tumbled from her lips another click in the clog, each whirling twist pulling me closer and closer to my heart being ground to a pulp.Fuckdon’t tell her you’re falling. Make a joke. Make her laugh.
“Shit. Are they detachable? Because if so, that would be a real game changer. I’d treat ‘em real good, Pol. Promise.”
“You’re tired of me already, Luca, baby?”
Another wave crested over the side as my rutting slammed to a halt. Luca.Witnessing those lips say baby was something, but my name. With that accent. That sass? Wanting to hear it again I forced my eyes to close. “Fuck, say that again.”
“What? Baby?”
“No, my name. Say my name, please, God.”
I felt her lean down, lick, and nibble the shell of my ear and released a low and throaty moan, “Luca.”
