Chapter 7
Boston
The warm water beating against my back didn’t compare to the heat pouring from my skin. Lucy held her chest, covering her breasts, while bowing her head. Water dripped from her freshly washed hair and she shivered from the distance she had put between us in the large stand-up shower. I meant to let her adjust to the entire situation, but I couldn’t stop myself from reaching forward to bring her closer.
Manipulation twisted my thoughts. She needed time…time, my brain screamed. I didn’t listen.
“You’re cold. Is modesty worth freezing to death?”
I turned, placing her in the stream. Green eyes peeked up when I grasped her wrists and brought her arms down to her side. She was breathing so heavily. She was afraid, and something in that drove me to want her more.
“There, see. That’s better, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
The innocence shone through with every look, every press of her thighs. Weight settled into my palm, and I gently squeezed, brushing my thumb over her nipple. Lucy’s breath caught, hardening my cock until it ached.
“Do you know how beautiful you are to me?”
My hand traveled down her ribs, stopping at her waist. At my lead, she stepped in. The water had her breasts gliding against me, and I tightened my hold as her fingers brushed against my side.
“I don’t understand why you never said anything before. I feel like this isn’t real.”
“I think there are many reasons. Most importantly, we have quite the age gap between us, don’t we.”
It wasn’t a question, but she nodded. “Yes.”
“And I could have gotten in a lot of trouble for that, right?”
“Yes.”
“But not anymore. Nothing can keep us apart now.” My thumb pushed into her stomach. Lower, I moved, waiting for her to tell me to stop. When she didn’t, I dipped lower, settling the pads of my fingers at the top of her slit.
“I’m scared.”
“There’s nothing to fear. Nothing at all.”
Slick wetness met me as I glided to her entrance and traced around the opening. Inching in, I moved my digit to my mouth. Tasting her wasn’t just a want. I had to. I couldn’t resist the agonistic longing to have her in me. To make her part of me. To have her engulf so much of who I was, air no longer controlled my sense of smell, her essence did. The battle was real, and when it came to Lucy, control or common sense would never win.
“Fucking God help me.”
I was already pushing her back against the wall and dropping to my knees.
“Boston, wait. Boston!” Hands pushed hard into my shoulders and a squeal filled the space as my head wedged between her closing thighs. Lucy went wild trying to break free, but I only forced her legs apart harder. My hand shot to her neck, pinning her, and my fingers spanned over the column of her throat. Thump-thump Thump-thump. Her pulse was racing—hammering with such force, it drowned out my own.
When my tongue traced through her folds, she cried out, on the verge of tears. “Please. You have to stop.” All her strength leveled against my forehead as she tried to push me back. My eyes shot up to meet hers, and she froze. Lucy was conflicted, and probably as inexperienced as I was. I couldn’t see being with anyone else. I wouldn’t have done that to her or myself. What I needed came natural. Whether it was instinct or forgotten knowledge from my past, I hadn’t a clue.
“This is wrong. You shouldn’t be—”
“No, baby, this is more than right. I want you. Let me show you how much. Let me make you feel good.”
I sucked her juices from her folds, moving toward her entrance at a leisurely pace. My hand dropped to her breast, rolling her nipple, pinching as she got wetter. By the time I made it to her channel, Lucy’s mouth was open and her eyes were wide. Fingers spread over my head and she drew them in, clutching my hair while her moans echoed around us.
“That’s it. Let yourself enjoy this. Love it, because I do.”
“It feels good, but…wrong.”
“It’s not. Nothing is wrong when it comes to us.”
Pulling back, I made a path to her clit, flicking over the sensitive nerves before adding suction. Sounds grew louder, adding to the weight in my chest—to the black hole that seemed to be growing by the second. Any sense of myself I had disappeared, and she was taking its place.
Suck, flick, suck, flick. I moved down, fucking her with my tongue before heading back to her clit. I let time sweep by, thriving in how she consumed me with every breath.
“Boston. God.”
“Don’t come yet, baby. Not yet.”
I stood, teasing her with my fingers before I could force myself into action. Turning off the water, I pulled her to the bed. When I had her lying down, my face was back between her legs. Wetness flourished, and I added one finger, inserting the second almost just as fast. It didn’t take long to taste how close she was. When I rose, covering her body with mine, Lucy hungrily met my mouth.
“Spread wider for me.”
“It’s going to hurt.”
“A little, but I promise it’ll feel so good, you won’t even remember the pain.”
“How do you know?”
I grew silent, unsure. Words came, and they were the only thing that made sense. “I’d never hurt you if I didn’t know I could make it better in the end. You’ll love this. I won’t stop until you do.”
My length moved against her wet slit and Lucy’s legs hesitantly widened. It wasn’t long before she rocked, digging into my back from the pleasure. When I grabbed the base of my cock and eased the tip into her channel, she tensed.
“Not yet,” I whispered against her lips. “Get use to me. Feel me stretch you.”
The head of my cock wasn’t even in all the way. Tightness gripped my tip and I withdrew completely, only to use her wetness to sink in deeper.
“That’s it. Love it, Lucy. Love how I feel inside you.”
Again, I withdrew, moving to my knees and lifting hers toward her chest. My cock fit against her pussy, and I watched her envelop me as I eased forward. She was trembling, but moaning at the slow thrusts. I paused, panting as sweat began to cover me. The head of my cock was being gripped like a vice and I couldn’t get enough. I leaned forward, positioning myself over her as we came face to face.
“Hold on to me. Kiss me. Whatever you do, don’t stop.”
My lips crushed into hers, and I rotated my hips, surging forward to break through her wall. A scream left Lucy’s mouth, and I froze. She was writhing, trying to push me off, but I wasn’t letting her. Instead, I eased out enough to make her calm, then slowly inched in even more, repeating the process. Still, I kissed her through the sobs. When I reached between us and applied pressure to the top of her slit, she changed.
“Better?”
Lucy sniffled, nodding. Parting her lips, she let out something between a whimper and a sweet sigh. Her body relaxed while she arched her hips, taking me all the way. Thrust after thrust, her impatience grew. Nails dug into my back, and I moved over her clit faster.
“Look at me, baby. Don’t close your eyes. See me.”
It was more than having her attention. Lucy had to see how much I wanted this—her. And I had to remember every expression she made through a moment I had torturously longed for. I couldn’t remember the wait, but my subconscious did, and the pain associated with my forgotten memories held more yearning and sadness than I could bear.
“I’ve always seen you.” Her fingers grasped onto both sides of my face while I pounded into her. “O-Only you. Boston.”
The words died out as Lucy’s body jerked and her legs kicked out. Pleasure drew her forehead in and her mouth slightly parted. The sweet scream brought my mouth down to hers. Even with my eyes closed, I held to our moment. I focused on nothing but the beautiful mental snapshot as it mingled with her taste. Time sealed in my mind, cherishing every second, remembering this as I kissed her with everything I had.
Control slipped away as I lost myself in Lucy. I made love to her with every uncontrollable ounce of obsession I harbored. And the more she kept my stare, the more I unraveled. My cock swelled and flashes came as my cum shot deep into her. Another doctor. A different one. A procedure planned long before so I’d never have to share her with anyone else. Not even a child. A vasectomy.
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“I said no. I don’t care if Jeff’s worried about her. He’s fucking crazy, Mother. Did you know he told Lucy I killed someone? Me! It was the entire reason she was staying away from me. If she wouldn’t have discovered he was lying, I wouldn’t have her now. I’m not giving her back. She’s eighteen. She can make up her own mind, and she chooses me.”
I flexed my fingers at the weight of the grocery bags my mother had handed over. The anger thrumming through me was worse than when Jeff and I fought at the hospital.
He’d already sent the cops over, but there was nothing they could do. Once they saw Lucy was okay, their hands were tied, and they left. Now, he was stalking my mother, trying to get her to convince Lucy to go home.
Lucy not safe. Like I would hurt her.
Whispers echoed in my head. Lies. I was capable of hurting people. Never her, but people. The memories, the blood, the men, chasing someone…they were movies. They weren’t real.
Why didn’t I entirely believe that?
“All I’m saying is you should let her know her brother is worried. What she decides will be up to her. She can still choose you and not stay here, Boston. She’s young, and you just woke up from a horrible accident and coma. I think the three of you—Jeff, you, and Lucy—need to work this out and come to terms.”
My mouth twisted as I pulled up the bags. “Thanks for the groceries. It was very nice of you. I appreciate it, but there’s nothing to work out. Lucy stays.”
I turned, pausing as I caught Lucy’s stare through the upstairs window. Racing exploded in my chest, half-anger, half-dread. By the time I got to the top of the stairs, she was already dressed and waiting. Two days she’d been with me, and I knew she was getting antsy to go home.
“My mother got us food. Nice of her, right?”
“Yes.” Hesitation. “Boston, we need to talk.”
I leaned in, pressing my lips to hers as I passed. An excuse was hard to come by, but the contents I pulled out made it easier. “Is there really anything to talk about? I guess we can discuss what movie to put on while I cook this popcorn.”
She shook her head as I held it up. “Your mom said Jeff’s name. I read her lips. I don’t like my brother so worried. He’s not okay. I think I should go home. At least long enough to figure out what I should do.”
“So he can beat the hell out of you for being with me?”
“He won’t. Not if I go back. He’ll be glad to see me.”
“Maybe for the first five minutes, but then he’ll hurt you. After that, he’ll try to keep you away from me. We both know he will. Then what? Pretend this didn’t happen? Try to keep this a secret? Bullshit. I won’t do that, Lucy. I can’t.” I surged forward, pulling her into my arms and kissing her. My tongue made a slow path along hers. She started to pull back, but I didn’t stop until she was holding onto me. “Don’t leave. If you want to talk to him, I’ll go with you and we can do it in your front yard. But stay here with me.”
I gripped into her ass, sliding my cock against her stomach. In the last two days, we’d done nothing but have sex, eat, shower, and repeat. I couldn’t get enough. Even now, I longed to taste and be inside her.
“I can’t stay forever, Boston.”
“Why not?”
Seriousness had her eyes narrowing. “You mean that?”
“Well, yeah. I don’t know why I never said anything to you before, but I feel…inside…” Closing my eyes, I let out a deep breath before I could face her again. “I love you. I think I’ve always loved you. I made the mistake of not telling you once, and I could have died without you knowing the truth. I can’t do that again. I want you to stay and be with me. Forever.”
Was I expecting happiness? Excitement? Maybe a response that mirrored my own? Lucy didn’t do anything but stare at me in shock.
“Say something. Anything.”
“I don’t know what to say. I never saw this coming. Maybe I used to hope, but—”
“Used to?”
Lucy paused, slightly wiggling in my arms. “Well, before the accident…back when you and Jeff were on good terms. Now it makes things complicated. I don’t want there to be tension between everyone. I don’t want my brother upset and thinking the worst of you. I want things back to the way they were.”
Tears filled her eyes, triggering anger at her pain. I suppressed the emotion, making sure she saw my support instead. Even weeks out of a coma, manipulation came naturally. “If that’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll get. I’ll talk to Jeff. We’ll make this work. If I can get his and your mother’s support, will you stay?”
“You would do that…even after the last time you both faced each other?”
A smiled tugged at my mouth and I bit my bottom lip as violent whispers returned.
“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Lucy. Nothing.”