Page 46 of Troublemaker
And again.
And again.
21
LUCY
I’d never been to his house before.
I’d thought about it, pictured it, imagined what it would feel like to be invited there, even as I told myself it would never happen.
And finally, here I was.
I didn’t even need to pinch myself to make sure it was real. My sore pussy was proof enough.
After Blake had wrecked me in his office, he’d bundled me up in his wet suit jacket. Making sure no one was around, he took me by the hand and led me to his car, picking me up and putting me in the front seat. He buckled me in, kissing me on the forehead.
“Gotta keep the most important thing safe,” he murmured, creating a pang in my chest from the unexpected sweetness as he got in on the driver’s side and started the car.
No one ever, in my entire life, had considered me the most important thing. I ruminated on it and what it could mean as he steered with one hand and grasped my hand with the other. Heheld it for the entire drive, and I let him, settling into his car the way I hoped I might be able to settle into his life.
Even though part of me knew better.
After all, we’d had sex again—several times—and he still hadn’t kissed me.
Coach lived out in a beautiful cabin with big windows and tongue and groove ceilings in the woods of Gehenom, the town Tabb and Reina were located in. Even though his home was in the woods, he did have a neighbor—an old woman who happened to be outside on her porch when he lifted me out of the car.
“Who’s with you, Blake?”
He stiffened. So did I, expecting him to drop me, distance himself, and make up an excuse. After all, what we were doing was entirely taboo, could get us both in trouble.
Instead he said, “Hi Maureen. This is Lucy. She’s mine. I’d introduce you, but it’s cold and she’s tired, so I’m taking her inside the house.”
She harumphed. “About time you brought someone home.”
She’s mine.
“Mine” had become my favorite word in the English language.
He didn’t stop again as he opened the door and locked it behind him, still carrying me up the stairs, through a large, dark bedroom, and into a bathroom. I faded in and out as he put me in the hot shower, washed my body slowly and carefully, my body curved against his, taking special care to lather my hair and then rinse it out without getting shampoo in my eyes.
“No one’s ever taken care of me like this before,” I said sleepily.
There was a rough tone to his voice, one that I would’ve noticed more if I weren’t completely wiped.
“No one, huh?”
But he let it go, working conditioner through my hair and rinsing that out, too, and then I was being lifted and carried out of the shower, dried off in a big, soft towel, and carried once again into a bedroom and placed in a big bed.
“Please don’t leave me this time,” I yawned. “Or I’ll hate you.”
“Lucy, you’re inmyhouse. I’m not leaving. I’m sleeping.”
Getting into bed with me, he pulled me into his big, beautiful, safe, and strong arms. My back was to his front, nestling against him, I sighed.
“I could get used to this.”
I never heard his response, because I was out like a light.
