Chapter 19

Sofia

Lucas and I freeze, him buried deep inside me, dick still pulsing. My pussy squeezes responsively around him, and I command her to stop milking him, but she can’t.

James’s voice leaks down from the top of the basement stairwell. “Don’t go down there,” he snaps. “I think your daddy and Maggie are trying to have an important talk.”

Lucas gazes down at me and smiles softly. I can’t help it. I grin back.

The upstairs door clicks shut again and the footsteps rain overhead, then rush off to another area. It sounds like we’re safe.

“They’re gone,” I whisper up to him, but Lucas peers back at me with a strange intensity.

“They’ll be back, though. They live in this house, too. They’re my children.” His thumb rakes over my cheek and his eyes darken. He bows over my throat and leaves a trail of soft kisses there. “We can’t keep doing this forever.”

“I know,” I breathe. His cock slowly begins to slide back and forth in me again. I want to tell him to stop, because this is the beginning of a break-up talk, but I can’t bear to say the word. All my nerve endings dance and sparkle, even against this tiniest friction. I shift my hips back and forth. I want to stop, and I want to keep going, too.

“We’re going to have to tell them at some point,” he adds, and then strokes completely into me. My back arches and my eyes roll. It’s so perfect, I want to sob, and he wants to tell the kids. He wants to make me a real part of the family. At some point. Oh, my god.

“Oh, Lucas,” I breathe, tightening my legs around his hips. He pins my wrists into the pillows again and plunges deep. “Would you really keep me?”

“Hell yes, girl. Forever.” He buries a hand into my hair and digs the other between my ass and the bed, hefting me easily into the air, like I weigh nothing. He doesn’t slide out of me. With his dick deep, he twists my body in a full 180, replanting me on hands and knees in front of him. His thumbs dig into the flesh of my hips and my ass flowers upward for him by complete instinct. My eyelashes flutter closed, and I sink my chest to the mattress.

“You’re mine,” he rumbles. He sounds so sure, I don’t dare disagree with him. I’m his.

His long, broad cock penetrates to the brim. I gasp at the intensity of it, but he doesn’t stop, coming back for another complete thrust. He feels bigger than he did before. Does the thought of having me make him rock solid?

“You’re going to be my fucking woman.” His arms bind my hips, and his chest presses against my back. I try to move against him, to create more space and friction between us, but he won’t have it. The struggle makes a new, powerful heat snap between us. He flattens me on the bed and kisses the back of my neck. My toes tingle.

His wide head comes through me and my ankles bend, my toes point. I reel against the bunched up, sweaty sheets and shudder and come, feeling dirty. This is the guest room. The kids are just upstairs. I’m still in my skirt. Hell, he knows I’m a wanted criminal who faked her identity to get in here. How could he possibly want me?

It doesn’t matter. Prickling, wet heat rolls down my entire body like sunlight and I’m burning alive. I’m done. He can have me. I would be this man’s wife, if he would seriously ask me. Because wow. I’m a pile of steaming noodles on this bedspread, incapable of speech.

“There she goes,” Lucas breathes. “That’s what I’m looking for.” He pumps into me long and slow, relishing the final twists and squeezes of my orgasm. Then he slides out of me. My eyes open. What the hell? Why am I so cold?

I twist and glare over my shoulder at him. “What are you doing?”

“Taste this,” Lucas commands me, running his finger down his slick pole. It gleams like it’s coated in honey, but he hasn’t come yet. That’s all me. “You’re so sweet and creamy. Get on it. You need to see.”

I crawl to the foot of the bed, feeling precious, adored, by being told to suck my own juices off him. I lap at his head and then pause, smiling up at him. His fingers burrow deep in my hair and pull me back down over his shaft. His head breaks my lips apart and he travels all the way down my throat. God, he’s right. I taste like a sweet bread, warm and fresh. I go to the base of his cock, amazed at the openness of my throat, and he groans and lets me work.

My hand takes over the base and I forget about my taste on his skin. His hips jerk and I want to make him come in my mouth. I want to swallow him like he swallowed me last night.

“Fuck yeah,” Lucas breathes, driving deeper. I grunt and go harder. His hands are in my hair, keeping rhythm with me. He must be enjoying himself. He’s going so hard right now, so fucking engorged, Daddy must be about to pop.

I’m all the way down on him, moaning against his head. His dick vibrates as I moan, and Lucas throws his head back. Any minute now. His ass is overwhelmed. He’s mine, too. He’s about to spill down my lips, he’s so hot for it.

All the moaning and his hands in my hair must have messed with my hearing a little bit. A shadow appears in the guestroom’s doorway.

“Ugh, you two, Jesus,” James sneers, putting up a hand to block his view. “This is your house. There wasn’t any other room you could use?”