Fisher's Light(84)

She grinds against me, rubbing her clit against my groin and I stop thrusting and hold my cock deep inside of her, making tight circles with my hips, the exact way I know she likes it, her whimpers and moans of pleasure letting me know that at least THIS hasn’t changed.

An explosion in the sky blocks out the sound of the waves and my body jerks in Lucy’s arms. My heart starts beating faster and I feel panic begin to overwhelm me until Lucy presses her hands to my face and pulls my eyes up to meet hers, even though I can barely see them because it’s pitch black out here in the ocean away from everyone else.

“It’s okay, it’s just the fireworks,” she tells me softly, pulling her body up the length of my cock and then sliding right back down.

My body immediately relaxes as another loud boom echoes around us, followed by a shower of colorful sparks far above our heads. The fireworks continue high above us, each bright explosion lighting up Lucy’s face as I push and pull my cock out of her and she moves right along with me. I stare at her face, counting each freckle, and I get lost in the sparkle of her eyes reflected with every firework until we’re moving faster, panting harder and clutching onto each other tighter.

She doesn’t move her eyes away from mine as her body tightens around me and she comes with my name on her lips. Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her close to me as I pump and thrust and chant her name as I follow right behind her, coming harder than I have in a over a year, when I just had the memory of Lucy and my hand to get by.

Staying locked together in the water, I turn us around so we can watch the rest of the fireworks out over the water, feeling like I’m finally home, even though I’ve been here for almost two months.

“Fisher?” she calls my name quietly after a few moments.

Looking down at her, I’m a little surprised to find her scowling up at me. “Yes?” I answer tentatively.

“Don’t ever call me Luce again. Ever,” she answers.

I can’t help the laughter that erupts from deep within my chest as I lean my forehead against hers and whisper, “Ok, Lucy in the sky with diamonds.”





Chapter 33




Lucy

Present Day


“So, what you’re saying is, you just used me for sex?” Fisher asks with a laugh.

I laugh right along with him, so happy to hear the sound that I can’t even bother being pissed off anymore at what his father said to me earlier.

“You can thank your * father for that,” I inform him, pulling a towel tighter around my shoulders and inching closer to the fireplace.

After our little romp in the ocean, we snuck out of the water during the grand finale. Even though we were far enough away from the crowd on the beach that there weren’t any fires or lights illuminating us, I still didn’t want to take the chance of someone seeing us, so we made our exit while everyone’s eyes were glued to the sky in the opposite direction. We held hands and jogged through the empty town, laughing the entire way in our sopping wet clothing, thankful that everyone was down at the beach and wouldn’t see us running through the streets like a couple of teenagers afraid of getting caught for doing something naughty.

Even though we did. Something very, very naughty and hot and beautiful and so amazing that my body still feels like it’s on fire. My anger over Jefferson’s insinuations festered all afternoon, eventually pushing me to go to the beach and confront Fisher. I’m certain my ex-father-in-law would be none too pleased to learn that he played a major role in getting us over one hurdle and pushing us to finally do something about what’s going on between us.

When we got back to the inn, I grabbed us a couple of towels while Fisher lit a fire in the fireplace in the front room and we’ve been curled up on the floor getting dry and talking since then. It’s nice being alone at the inn. Even though the fireworks are finished, people will still stay down at the beach, sitting by their fires, making s’mores and toasting the holiday.

“I’m sorry he’s such a dick,” Fisher says with a sigh, grabbing onto my hips and sliding me across the floor in between his bent knees. I curl back against his chest and extend my legs out straight in front of me, wiggling my toes a few inches from the fire to warm them up.

“It’s not your fault. I’m just so damn tired of him bringing up money. I don’t understand why he feels the need to rub it in my face that I have less than him and I REALLY don’t understand how you’re related to him,” I explain.