ADELINE
WELL, WHEN I had planned to spend my day in the library putting books back into their proper places, I'd never expected Lucien to come in and give me five mind-blowing orgasms.
Not that I'm complaining or anything.
As he lies with me and our breathing starts to slow, I can't help but think about how much Lucien has changed over the past several months. He would have never laid here with me before. He would have never let me stroke his back like I'm doing now, my fingertips skating over the scars that he hides away from everyone except for me. And he most certainly wouldn't have let me run my hands through his formerly perfectly-styled hair.
He's changed…for the better. And I couldn't be happier.
After a long while of lying in each other's arms, Lucien eventually gets up. The moment he pulls out of me, I sense something is different. I glance down at his softening cock glistening with his release. "Oh, shit," I whisper in alarm.
His eyes meet mine, but he doesn't seem as freaked out by it as I do. But why? If Lucien was going to freak out about anything…it would most certainly be this! "You didn't…you didn't put a condom on," I tell him even though it's obvious.
His gaze drifts down my body, and he stares at my most intimate area. "I've never done that before," he whispers, and I'm not even sure if he's talking to me or just thinking out loud.
I brace myself, expecting him to go berserk, but he does the exact opposite. Ever so gently, his fingertips part my lips, and he watches his seed flow out of me and spill onto the leather sofa. And instead of losing it or freaking out, he…smiles. He actually freaking smiles.
"That's so fucking hot," he whispers in reverence.
"Who are you, and what have you done with Lucien?" I ask him, teasingly, but I can hear the tremor and unease in my voice.
His dark eyes meet mine, and his smile falters. I fear I've pushed him too far, but then he surprises me once more by leaning down and placing a soft, sensual kiss on my lips. He lingers there for a few moments, our tongues tangling together — testing, teasing, tasting.
When we part, I'm panting again. Lucien knows my body better than I do, and he can turn me on with the snap of his fingers. I don't think he even realizes how easy it is for him, because in a strange way, because of his past, he doesn't think he's good enough or worthy enough.
"Mine," he says possessively before nibbling on my bottom lip.
Is that what this was all about? Marking me? If Lucien hasn't realized he owns me body and soul yet, then I don't know how else to convince him.
However, we haven't really discussed our future and definitely nothing about marriage or…starting a family.
I've never really had what are considered normal periods mostly due to all the dancing and exercising I was always participating in. So I don't know if I can even get pregnant.
Not wanting to linger on the subject since there's nothing I can do about it now, I suggest to Lucien, "Let's take a shower together."
He grins at me with that relaxed, boyish grin that makes my heart skip a beat. Without another word, he helps me up and starts to redress. After I get dressed, I carefully clean up my mess on the sofa with some tissues and throw them in the wastebasket before we leave. I make a mental note to come back with some Lysol wipes later to thoroughly clean up just in case this new and disturbingly easygoing Lucien is just temporary.
When Lucien pushes the door open to leave the library, he stops suddenly. Jax is leaning up against the nearby wall, looking like the cat that just swallowed the canary.
I can immediately feel the blush creeping up my chest. How much did he hear just now?
"Voyeur," Lucien mutters to his cousin as he grabs my hand and pulls me towards the stairs.
Jax simply answers him with a wink and then a sheepish grin at me.
As Lucien leads me to his bedroom, I ask him, "What was that about?"
Lucien rolls his eyes and shakes his head as we walk into the bathroom. "Jackson gets his kicks over watching and listening to other couples…you know…fuck."
My eyes widen at his words. "So you think he…heard us?"
"I have no doubt," Lucien says as he begins to strip out of his clothes once again.
I bite my lip as I think about Jackson hearing my cries as Lucien fucked me into oblivion.
Then I feel Lucien's fingers on my chin, tipping my face up, so that I meet his gaze. "Does that turn you on, Adeline?" he asks, and I can't tell whether he's amused or upset by the idea.
"Maybe…a little," I whisper, feeling completely and utterly embarrassed at my confession.
"Then that makes you an exhibitionist I suppose," he says matter-of-factly. And then with an evil grin, he adds, "Maybe we'll give Jax a little show sometime."
I stare after him as he turns on the water and steps into the shower. Is he serious?
First, Lucien isn't freaking out over fucking me without a condom. And now his possessive jealousy isn't overriding his brain when it comes to Jax.
What universe did I wake up in this morning?
Shaking my head, I quickly strip out of my clothes, my ruined yoga pants with a big hole in the crotch. Oh, god, I wonder if Jackson saw my… Ugh, I decide not to even think about it.
I step into the large shower beside Lucien, the warm water spraying from numerous jets feeling so good on my sore arms and legs. "I don't know if I'd like to give him a show. It's just that it was kind of hot knowing he was listening…when I didn't know he was there. But it's not like I would ever sleep with him or anything, you know…" I stop when I realize I'm rambling.
Lucien stares at me and grins. He's been smiling a lot lately, and it makes my heart so damn happy. "Don't worry, baby," he says, using his newest nickname for me that makes me melt right on the spot. "I won't ever share you with anyone else." His teeth nip my bottom lip as he growls, "You're mine. All mine."
The rest of the shower is spent with Lucien seeing how many orgasms he can draw out of me.
And the answer is seven.
Lucky number seven.