Page 57 of Trouble in Love
“Yes, Luca.” she snapped, her chin jutting in defiance. “My fiancé. You know what that is, right? It’s a male version of the one that ditched you on your wedding day.”
No, she didn’t!
I grabbed her wrist and pulled her into my side. The scent and feel of her hair brushing against my face hardening my cock and causing a temporary amnesia.Why was I pissed?Elias turned and waved again.Oh, yeah. Him.“You’re sitting in a church with my come still dripping from your pussy, and you’re going to sass me?”
Stunned into silence, Polly sat solemnly, only blinking and breathing for a beat or two. I was almost disappointed. I wanted the fire back. To get under her skin like she was under mine.
I didn’t have to wait long.
“You’re right. It is. I’m soaking wet, Luca. Dripping. But like I told you, I got what I wanted, and we’re done.”
“Yeah, you did, but you also told me you’re a liar, and I think you not wanting me as much as I want you, is the biggest one you’ve ever told. I don’t think you want to marry that Elijah dude either.”
“It’s Elias, and you’re right. I don’t…” she paused, worried her teeth between her lips as to compose herself. “I don’t want to marry him. I have to marry him.”
With the hymn finally finished and the priest calling for prayer, faithful parishioners’ heads dropped, and the church fell silent. Polly’s gaze remained fixed on her parents and herfiancé. But as the silence lingered, she turned to face me, a single tear trickling over her rosy cheek halting the pounding of my foolish heart. The mischief that always shone in her eyes, that I loved, was gone. Replaced with tears of resignation. “Luca, I have caused my family nothing but pain and grief for years. I told Mum I would do this, and I can’t take it back. For once, I have to do what’s right for her.”
“And what about what’s right for you?” I whispered, grasping her wrist. “For me? And us?”
“I don’t deserve what may or may not be right for me, and even if I did, there is no us. You don’t live here, Luca. You’re going home, and I’m getting married, and that’s it.”
“No.”
“Yes,” she snapped, attempting to pull free. “I don’t want you.”
“Liar.” I gripped her tighter, slid her closer, placed our joined hands on her thigh, and slowly slid them over her creamy skin and beneath her dress.
“Luca,” she gasped, her breath hitching as our fingers brushed over the soaked lace of her panties.
“You want me so bad you can’t think, you can’t talk, you can’t breathe. All you candoiswant.”
Releasing her hand, I pulled her panties to the side and ghosted my finger over her clit. “What are you doing, Luca? We’re in a fucking church. My parents are right there.”
“Well, you better be quiet then.” She shivered, head to toe and after a briefare you crazyglare, bit her lip to stifle her whimpersand slid further down into her seat, letting her thighs fall open and a breathless,yes, escape. I could have died happy then and there. Seeing her spread out, so desperate for my touch. “Such a good girl.”
Again and again, I circled and teased her, my cock almost exploding as her eyes drifted shut and her head fell into the crook of my neck. “I want to taste you right here,” I whispered, palming myself with my free hand. “Notfalling to my knees and burying my face between your legs is taking every ounce of strength within me.”
“Luca.”
Cheeks flushed. Brows pitched. Lips parted. She looked so stunning as she moaned my name. On looking up, I found Elias’s eyes on me. On her. Hidden behind the congregation dotted with old ladies and resentful youth, there was no way he could see what was happening. But still, in a room full of people praying to the Lord,Iwas wherehefoolishly believed he should be. It was me who could smell her arousal. My fingers being drenched. My filthy words bringing her undone.Fuck you, buddy. Polly is mine.
A hum borne of want, alone capable of sending us both directly to hell, shifted my attention back to where it should be. Polly was wrecked, melting into the polished timber her round ass was sliding back and forth over. I shifted my hand lower, slipped two fingers into the prettiest pussy in the world and pumped. “You’re doing so good. Be my good girl and come.” I choked, struggling to maintain my cool. “Right here. Right now.” I pushed deeper, crooked my fingers and hitthatspot.
“Save me. Luca, please.” The cryptic moan slipped from her lips as she fell apart, her whole-body convulsing. A few heads to turn our way, but I didn’t care. The only person I cared about was begging for help, sighing my name as her tight, wet cunt squeezed and pulsed around my fingers.
“I’m here, Polly. I’ll always save you. You’re my girl.”
For what felt like an eternity, Polly sat limp beside me, panting with her eyes closed and me still inside her. With everything being spoken in Greek, I couldn’t understand a word of what was being said, but when people began shifting impatiently in their seats, I knew our time was up. Leaving her again was the last thing I wanted, especially with Elias sniffing around. But when he and her parents stood up, I had no choice.
Ducking down as low as I could, I withdrew my fingers, then licked them clean as she watched, sated and smirking. “Meet me tonight,”
“No.” she snapped, pulling her skirt back into place.
“Yes.” I placed a quick kiss on her knee, and then stood. “You can’t say that then then refuse to see me. For once in your life, don’t be a brat and just do what you’re told. Our beach. Tonight. Eight.”
Polly
Apart from ferns, cricket, me and my sister … and probably my mum, there was nothing my dad loved more than Joni Mitchell. Her husky tones were the soundtrack of my childhood. I’d always quite liked her, too, and knew the words to all her songs. But as I sat in my parents’ car, listening to her warble on about not knowing what you’ve got till it’s gone, I honestly wanted to punch her in the face.
