Page 70 of Tempting the Goalie
There’s a lineup and some of the other employees are helping to serve the customers. When I see Luc walk into the bakery, my heart gallops in my chest but worry also clouds my veins. “Perry, I need to step out for a few minutes.”
He nods to me. “We got the place covered.”
“Thanks.” I smile.
I head over to Luc and hug him. He hugs me back, but he lifts me off my feet and swirls me around. “Luc,” I laugh. “Put me down. What are you doing?”
The place is packed with people watching our little interaction. “I feel alive.”
“That’s good.” I grin. “Want to come outside and go for a walk?”
“Yes,” he says, accentuating the S. There is a pulse of excited energy coming from him that makes me think everything went really good with his father.
We head outside and walk toward my little shed. It’s the only place we are going to get some privacy this time of day. At least there is a lock on the door and a sign that says private.
“Tell me everything that happened,” I say.
“I went asking questions and he gave me answers,” he replies, and I wait for more.
“And?”
“No ands, Izzy. I’m seeing things clearly for the first time in my life,” he explains. We arrive to the shed and I turn on the fan and lock the door.
“Want to expand on that?” I smirk.
“Elyna and I made up excuses for that no-good son of a bitch all our lives. Truth is, my mom wasn’t happy with him. She probably wanted to leave him and didn’t know how. He isn’t a good man. I kept blaming the alcohol for his bad behavior, but I learned today the guy is a scammer. I don’t think he ever cared for any of us. He has no interest in changing and he was just plain mean. A part of me always worried I would turn out like him, but I can’t be like him because he’s a horrible person. I’m the opposite of him,” Luc states.
I reach up my hand and caress his face. I also tuck one of the lose hairs on his face behind his ear. “You’re the opposite of him, baby. You’re good and caring to your core. I would’ve saidit a thousand times, but I knew you had to reach that conclusion yourself.”
He reaches around my waist and draws me in. “My eyes are wide open now. I love you, Isabelle Thorne. I want to make you happy always.”
“I love you too, baby.” I laugh.
Luc seals his words with a hot kiss. We make out until our hands grow frantic as we try to undress each other. I’m wearing overalls and Luc tries to unbuckle them from the shoulder straps as I reach for his shorts and push them down.
“That lock works, right?” he asks, looking at the door.
“It’s old but no one is getting in here,” I assure.
The place is a little old and musty, but kissing Luc makes me forget about my surroundings. He spins me around and pushes my overalls down my legs.
“Take them off. I need your legs spread. Need inside you, Isabelle,” he says with his hot breath on my neck as he pebbles kisses there.
I kick my overalls off without a second thought, along with my panties. Luc hoists me up on the counter. I squeal because it feels cold against my bare butt.
Luc reaches down and guides his cock inside me. His lips are on mine and our tongues tangle as he guides his cock inside me. When he’s fully seated, we both groan and then he starts thrusting his hips at a staccato. I grind against him, getting lost in us. In the feeling of him filling me until I am falling over the edge. Luc falls with me and when I begin to moan loudly, he takes his hand and covers my mouth.
“I don’t want to get shot,” he says. “Your father and brother both have guns.”
He continues to thrust inside me and I bite back the sounds wanting to escape me. He drills into me and stills as he comesinside me. My pussy still pulses around his cock, enjoying the aftershocks of my orgasm.
“I finally feel free,” he says to me.
“I’m happy for you, baby.”
We get cleaned up with the paper towels I have stashed in here. We wash our hands and make sure we are both presentable before leaving the shed.
We bump into Asher a minute later. Luc said he’d walk me back to the bakery and Asher was coming from playing a game of basketball.
