Fisher's Light(42)

She leans up on her tiptoes and presses her lips to mine. I slide my tongue against her lips and she immediately opens for me. It’s not long before the kiss turns from sweet to fierce, our tongues battling together while our hands roam frantically, touching every part of each other that we can reach. I lift her up against my body without breaking the kiss and she wraps her legs around my waist. Not being able to see very well in the dark, I walk us over to the closest flat surface I can find – the counter in the kitchen – and set her down on top.

Her hands reach for the button of my jeans and my hands slide up the outside of her thighs under her wool skirt. Right when she gets my pants undone, I slide my fingers in the edge of her thong and pull it down her legs, tossing it to the side. My hand immediately goes between her thighs and my fingers slide through her to find her wet and ready for me. I lose my concentration momentarily when her small hand wraps around my cock and starts sliding up and down the length.

I try to distract myself with thoughts of something other than how good Lucy feels so I don’t blow my load right in her hand, and the first thing that pops into my head is my * father and the words he spoke tonight. It fills me with anger and I distractedly push Lucy’s hand away from my cock, line myself up against her opening and push myself into her roughly. The sound of her surprised gasp brings me back to the present and I hold myself completely still inside of her.

“Jesus, I’m sorry, Lucy. I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” I whisper brokenly as I start to pull out of her.

Fuck, I need to calm down. What the hell is wrong with me?

Her hands clutch my ass and she tilts her hips, pulling me deeper inside of her.

“No, no, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop,” she whispers softly.

I rest my forehead against hers while my cock pulses inside of her. I need to move so badly it’s killing me. She’s so soft, so warm and feels so good, but I’m afraid to move. I’m afraid the anger simmering just below the surface is going to take over and I’m going to hurt her again. I know she’s only encouraging me because she doesn’t want me to think I shocked her and hurt her. I’m always slow and gentle with her. I’ve never just slammed inside of her without getting her plenty ready for me, taking my time, showing her how much I cherish her.

She keeps her hands on my ass, tugging me forward and I have no choice but to move before I explode. I make it up to her by taking it slow, pushing and pulling my cock out of her gently, the way she deserves. I bring my hand down between us and slide my thumb over her clit exactly the way she likes until she’s moaning and whispering my name. The sound of my name on her lips when she’s coming is the one thing that keeps me grounded and keeps me in the here and now with her. I feel her clench around me and her thighs squeeze tighter around my hips as I work in and out of her achingly slow. She holds me tightly to her and rocks against me through her orgasm and I follow right behind, whispering her name against her ear and telling her how much I love her.

We stay against the kitchen counter for as long as it takes to calm our racing hearts, our arms wrapped around each other as I continue to whisper words of love and remind her how lucky I am to have her.

My father will never approve of the choices I’ve made in my life and I can’t keep letting his opinions get to me and f*ck with my mind. I’m just going to have to live with that and find my own happiness without him. Right here, in this kitchen, is the only happiness I need.





Chapter 18




Fisher

Present Day


“Explain yourself, old man.”

I’m standing in Trip’s kitchen with my arms crossed and my foot tapping against the floor.

“Watch your mouth, boy. I can still wash it out with soap,” he replies with a huff as he shuffles around the small room, fixing himself a sandwich.

“You’re forgetting that I used to like the taste of soap,” I tell him with a hint of a smile.

“You always were a cocky little shit. You’d swear, I’d put soap in your mouth and you’d tell me it was delicious. Remember that time—”

“Quit stalling,” I interrupt him. “I know you had something to do with those monthly deposits for Lucy. She thinks it was me and I had no idea what she was talking about and now she’s pissed at me.”

Trip laughs, opening up the fridge to put the mayo and bologna away. “The day you do something that DOESN’T piss that poor girl off will be the day hell freezes over.”