Page 54 of This Much Is True
“Do you think we could make it work now?” I ask.
“I want to hear what you think.”
My lungs fill with air. I exhale slowly, thinking about the men in my life—namely my father and Tom—the two men who were supposed to love and protect me.
I gave them everything I had to give: loyalty, honesty, and transparency. I communicated as clearly as I could. I showed them respect, even when they didn’t deserve it, and gave them the benefit of the doubt more times than I can count. Yet they didn’t reciprocate any of it.
The idea of adding another man to my life when I’m in the process of removing the only two currently taking space in the lineup is frightening—except it’s Luke. It’s not even like I’m adding him to my life because he’s always been there. Even when I was devastated that we were done, he was always there.
After all, he was the only person I thought of when I desperately needed a safe place to land.Him. It’s always been him.
I smile. “You are the only man I can imagine trusting enough to let into my life. You understand what loving someone means.”
He grabs my other thigh and pulls me closer.
“You don’t hide things from me, Luke. And I know you won’t be manipulated by terrible stories in the media and the whispers that constantly surround me.” I grin. “You’re solid as hell.”
“So, you do think we can make it work?”
“I think there’s a lot to work out. I’m unsure what that looks like, and I know it won’t be easy. But I know that I will either be alone forever or I will be with you.”
He swallows. “You’re sure?”
“No one else understands me. I don’t think they can. You knew me before all this music stuff, and no one realizesI’m stillthat girl. Besides,” I say, straddling him. “My heart belongs to you. You can take it or leave it.”
“It would be really awkward if I said I wanted to leave it now that you’re rubbing your pussy against my cock, huh?”
If I thought he was serious, I’d be humiliated. But there’s no piece of his words or a single feature that isn’t playful. That isn’t full of love.
“See, that was my plan,” I say, grinding myself against him. His cock hardens as my juices coat him. “I figured if you were going to turn me down, I’d make it really hard for you to resist me.”
He grips my hips and lifts his to help the cause. “I’m still not sure how I’m going to respond. You better try harder.”
I stop moving and pout. “Oh, darn.”
He chuckles mischievously.
I lift high enough to grip his cock. It’s thick in my hand—steel wrapped in velvet. Holding his gaze, I lower myself slowly onto him.
He hisses, his eyes squeezing closed as I take him in.
Once I’m fully seated, I slowly rock my hips in a circle. “Is this helping?”
“A little.”
I laugh and grip the headboard. He cups my breasts, growling as I begin to bounce on his cock.
“I thought you needed a nap and a snack,” I joke, clenching my pussy around him.
“What happened to the cold compress?”
“Come in me, then I’ll sit in a cold bath.”
His eyes fly open. “Fucking hell.”
“Right there,” I say, sucking in a hasty breath. “Pound that spot.”
He meets me move for move, gripping my tits so hard it stings. The added sensation amplifies the riot firing off inside me.Fuck, I love this.
