Fisher's Light(93)

With one incredibly hard thrust that shoves my body roughly against the table, I realize I might have jinxed us. I hear a snap, followed by a crack and then Fisher’s arms wrap around me when I start to tumble forward as two of the table legs break in half, causing the whole thing to crash to the floor in a heap of pieces.

We both stare unmoving at the mess on the floor and before I can even manage a laugh at what we’ve done, Fisher is turning my body and pushing me up against the counter, his cock never leaving my body. I slap my hands against the granite and hold on tight as he resumes f*cking me like we didn’t just destroy an antique table. I forget about the mess and let go of the worry over what the hell I’m going to tell people when they ask what happened to the table and just enjoy the pleasure Fisher is giving my body with each slam of his cock inside me.

He keeps one hand on my hip as his other hand slides back between my legs to resume the sweet torture with his fingers. Each gentle tap of his fingers against my clit sends waves of pleasure through me that are so strong it makes my legs start to shake and my hips move erratically as I reach for the release that’s right within my grasp.

“Every time I’m near you, I want to f*ck you until I forget everything,” Fisher growls into my ear.

His hand tightens on my hip as he helps pull my body back against his cock with each hard thrust. The upper half of his body is pressed tightly to my back and I can feel his heart pounding against me as he pants against the side of my neck.

“Your body was f*cking made for me, Lucy. Say it again. Tell me you want me to take you like this.”

He stops moving and holds himself still inside of me, waiting for the words I can barely form with the pleasure coursing through me.

“Fuck me harder. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop,” I beg.

I barely get the words out before he’s pulling back and slamming inside me harder than before, his growls and moans and muttered curses filling the room as he gives me everything he has.

His pleasure-filled voice in my ear, his fingers between my legs, his cock working tirelessly in and out of me and the sound of the rain falling against the roof all come together to create a symphony of pleasure through my body that I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. I tumble over the edge and my body clenches around Fisher’s cock as I come. His hand quickly moves from my hip and presses against my mouth, muffling my screams as my orgasm rips through me.

He follows right behind me, slamming his cock deep one last time before holding himself still inside of me. He buries his face into the back of my neck to muffle his own curses and shouts as he comes. His hips jerk against me as the tremors of his orgasm shoot through him until we both collapse against the counter, panting.

The rain continues to beat against the side of the inn and the room is suddenly lit up with lightning as Fisher keeps his weight on top of me while we catch our breath.

He finally speaks after a few minutes.

“Don’t worry, I’ll build you a new table. And Lucy?” he asks.

Pressing my cheek against the cold counter to cool it off, I reply to him with a sigh.

“Yes, Fisher?”

“Never, ever bring up Stan-Dick-Fuck-Ford in front of me again.”

He kisses the back of my neck before pulling himself off of me and I can’t hide the huge smile on my face as I turn and wrap my arms around him.





Chapter 36




Fisher

Present Day


“What in the f*ck happened to the kitchen table?” Bobby asks in surprise, holding Ellie’s hand as they stare at the mess on the floor.

Lucy and I share mischievous smiles over the rims of our coffee cups while we lean against the counter.

“Oh, you know, something slammed into it. Repeatedly,” I tell him with a shrug as Lucy smacks me lightly in the stomach while I try to contain my laughter.

“So, anyway, how are you guys doing? How are you feeling, Ellie?” Lucy asks, changing the subject and busying herself with pouring Bobbie a cup of coffee and heating the teakettle for Ellie.

When Bobby told me a few months ago that Ellie was pregnant, I came close to punching him in the face. Even if Ellie hasn’t been my biggest fan after what I did to Lucy, she’s still like a little sister to me, and I didn’t really like the idea of my best friend knocking her up and not giving a shit. I was more than a little surprised to find out he was in love with her and the feelings were mutual, even though it took Ellie a little while to admit it. Lucy has been pushing her all summer to tell Bobby how she feels and she finally did it a few weeks ago. Bobby immediately bought her a ring and proposed to her the right way, getting down on one knee and telling her how much he loved her instead of demanding she marry him because she’s pregnant.