The Perfect Stroke (Lucas Brothers #1)(79)

I push my finger deeper into that tight, virgin ass. Then I bite her clit before sucking on it hard and lashing my tongue repeatedly over it. The swollen nub is pulsing so hard, I can feel it, even through all of the sensations I’m experiencing. I curve my finger inside of her, scraping against the warm, hot, sugary sweet wall and that’s all it takes. She cries out, though the sound is garbled because she’s choking on my cock, deep-throating me. I explode into her mouth, feeling jet after jet of my cum release. When her orgasm starts, I don’t stop eating her. I lick it all up and keep going until she gives into me again.

When it’s done, we’re both breathing hard. I feel her place a small kiss against my still semi-erect cock, and then burrow her head against my balls and let out a shaky breath.

“I love you, Gray,” she whispers, already half asleep.

I kiss the inside of her thigh. “I love you, too,” I tell her. I wait for her to say more, but the next thing I hear is a cute little snore. She fell asleep lying on my balls with her hand wrapped around my dick. I smile and kiss her thigh again and she whimpers.

I’ll let her rest and then wake her up with eating her out again. That sounds like a damn good plan. I’m brilliant, really. I’ll make sure she appreciates that fact later.





“Gray, how does it feel to have won golf’s biggest tournament and to now have your name in the record books with some of the greats of the sport?” the blonde reporter I know as Jenn asks.

I look over at my crazy family and CC standing behind the ribbon. “It feels like I’m on top of the world. I have so much respect for the guys who wore this blazer before me. Just to be mentioned among them is a great honor.”

“Gray, that was the most convincing win this tournament has seen in ages and you looked so relaxed out there. Do you think that gave you a leg up on your peers?”

“Jenn, to be honest, I was relaxed. Going into this tournament, I already had everything a man could ask for. I had my health, my family, and the love of my life. This tournament, as important as it was, is just icing on the cake for me. I really am a blessed man.”

“You mean it doesn’t have anything to do with your attire? That’s quite a statement you’re making out there. I can honestly say, I don’t think I’ve seen anything like those pants before.”

I look down at the pants I’m wearing. They have this horrible combination of pink, turquoise, and bright yellow diamonds interlocking on them. CC gave them to me this morning as a good luck gift. She honestly didn’t think I would wear them. I figure I’ll make sure she shows me her appreciation tonight.

“These? You like these, Jenn?” I joke, motioning CC over to me. She’s all smiles as she runs to my side. I pull her in close.

“They’re definitely making a bold statement,” she says, trying to be nice.

“These were a gift from someone I love. I couldn’t not wear them in the most important tournament of my career.”

“I see. Well, before I let you go to your victory party, can you tell your fans out there what’s next for golf’s most notorious bad boy?”

I look down at CC, and I can’t resist kissing her. When I look back up at Jenn, it feels as if my heart might burst it’s so full.

“That’s easy, Jenn. I’m getting married,” I tell her, and after kissing CC again, we walk back towards my family.





“You okay in here?” I ask CC, knowing she’s not. The poor thing looks like she’s about to faint. She looks beautiful. It is a simple, strapless, white silk dress that hugs her, yet somehow makes her look innocent at the same time.

“I’m a nervous wreck, Ida Sue,” she whispers and her eyes are glowing with tears.

“Now, now, none of that. You’re beautiful and Gray is one lucky son of a gun,” I tell her, but that seems like something I shouldn’t have said, because the tears slip from her eyes. I reach over and grab a napkin and dry them up.

“C! Stop that crying. This is a happy day! My best friend is getting married to a three-peater and is going to live the dream. Today, we celebrate!” CC’s best friend Mer says from beside us. Mer is a pretty girl, despite that name. It doesn’t even stand for mermaid, which is kind of sad, and if my old body was still able, I’d have another girl just to name her that. She has this pretty pale skin, and blue eyes that remind me of my girl Petal’s. She’s much too skinny, though. A good, stiff wind would blow her over.

“What’s a three-peater?” I ask out of curiosity.

“Don’t ask, please?” begs CC. I look to Mer, who grins from ear to ear.

“What? I think Gray’s Momma would like to know how special her son is,” Mer says with a saucy grin. I think I like this one; she has a little fire. She definitely needs to fatten up, though. One of my boys would clearly break her in half. Maybe Green. He needs a good woman. Lord knows the sour one he got a hold of has done nothing but poison him. I’m going to have to keep my eye on this one.

“I think I would,” I tell them just as someone knocks on the door.

“I’m supposed to escort my best girl down the aisle,” Jansen says, coming in. Damn, that man cleans up good. He may have some miles on him, but he’s the best damn ride I’ve ever had. In fact, I may have to ride him now.