The Perfect Stroke (Lucas Brothers #1)(69)

It’s been a rough week. Ever since the run-in with Riverton, I’ve been scrambling trying to figure things out. Ida Sue has taken control, though. She told me she had some connections in Texas with a bank and getting the loan wouldn’t be a problem. My lawyer told me that as long as I don’t give Riverton further reasons to foreclose, I have until the end of the month, according to the notice he gave me in the hotel. That gives me almost three weeks, and Ida Sue assures me it will be done way before then. I owe her so much. There’s no way I would have gotten a bank in Texas to save me if it hadn’t been for her.

So in the meantime, I’m staying away from Cammie and her father—from everyone here at the tournament, really. I spend my time with Ida Sue and Gray’s crazy family, and Ida Sue is helping me to find ways to avoid business dinners and networking luncheons. The last press conference, I declared a migraine, but it’s getting harder and harder to make sure Gray doesn’t know something is going on—a fact Ida Sue is not totally happy with. According to her, she doesn’t want her “little boy” doing business with people like that. He’s too “innocent” to know how people work. I have to laugh. I know they say a mother’s love is blind, but there’s nothing little or innocent about Grayson Lucas.

Case and point: He leads me to the edge of the woods where there’s a hole of sand. He helps me step down into it with this big grin on his face.

“Time to strip,” he says.

“Um… I don’t think so,” I tell him, looking around. “I’m not getting butt-ass naked in a sand dune on a public course. There were hundreds of people here today, Crayon Man.”

“They’re gone now.”

“Not all of them.” My eyes go wide as he starts to strip. “Gray!”

“We’re in no-man’s zone. It’s a bunker, by the way, not a dune. I really need to teach you more about golf.”

“Whatever. You aren’t getting me to lay down here and have sex with you.”

“You aren’t going to throw caution to the wind? C’mon, CC. Live—”

I put my hand over his mouth, not letting him finish. “I told you to quit saying that. It never turns out well. Besides, it’s easy for you to say that. It won’t be you who has sand crawling up their ass.”

“I got a plan for that.”

“You do?”

He nods, laying his pants and shirt down for a makeshift mattress. Then he looks up with a sly look on his face. “Your chariot awaits, my mistress.”

“My chariot?”

“You got it, babe, because I’m about to take you on the ride of your life.”

“You really are ridiculous, you know?”

“But I make you smile,” he says, and this time he’s completely serious. He’s looking at me and I get the feeling he sees deeper than anyone has ever bothered to before. “I make you laugh.”

“You do,” I tell him. Then, something spurs me on, and before I can stop myself, I’m admitting to something I normally wouldn’t. “You make me happy.”

His eyes close for a second, and then he’s holding the side of my neck, his lips close to mine.

“That’s all I want in the world, Cooper. That’s all,” he whispers before taking my mouth in a sweet kiss. It’s different from any we’ve really shared before. It’s filled with emotion.

When we break apart, I lift my shirt over my head. Suddenly where we’re at is not half as important as being with him.





I make her happy.

It’s not admitting she loves me, but it still makes me feel as if I’m on top of the world. I help her undress, making sure we’re still alone. There’s a reason I’ve led her out here away from everyone and everything. I want CC to experience letting go and being free, but I don’t especially want others to see her. That’s all mine. She’s all mine.

I help her lie down on my clothes and then lie beside her. I move my hand down her neck and over her breasts. Her nipples are already hard from a mixture of excitement and the cool breeze in the air. I spend some time teasing them more, loving the way they pebble tighter, straining towards me and reacting to my every touch.

“I love your breasts,” I whisper right before I take a nipple in my mouth, using my tongue to toy with it.

Her body stretches up towards me, her hands pushing me into her. I can feel her nails score my back as her legs shift, opening for me. My CC is always so responsive, so ready for anything I’ll give her.

“Gray, stop taking your time,” she urges.

I have every intention of dragging out her torture, making her need me until she can’t think of anything else, but she does something unexpected: She leans up and places a gentle kiss on my shoulder. It’s sweet, loving… and completely CC. Then I feel her teeth scrape the skin. My cock jerks, wondering just what she’s going to do next. Then she bites into the skin there, sending a sharp sensation that borders on pain but is something else. She does this while at the same time reaching between us to grab my cock, squeezing him and leaving me with no illusion to what she really wants.

“Are you hungry, baby?” I ask her, my hand already moving between her legs to see if she’s ready. I move my fingers over her clit. She’s already soaked for me, but I want her to the point that when I slide in, she explodes. She whimpers when I thrust a finger in, using my thumb to press down on that throbbing little button while I stretch her. I add a second finger, thrusting into her and stretching her before repeating my movements. My lips finds hers again and I swallow her gasp as my fingers plunge inside of her hard and fast. Her cream gathers around them, allowing me to slide in and out of her with ease.