Fleeting Moments(60)

Gerard’s mouth slams closed and his eyes flick to me. “Lucy?”

I don’t answer. I just launch out of my chair and turn, throwing myself into Heath’s arms as tears roll down my cheeks.

“I should have done this sooner,” he murmurs into my hair. “I’m so sorry baby.”

“I love you,” I whisper.

“I f*ckin’ love you, too.”

“This is an outrage!” Heather cries, leaping up.

“Sit down!” Clive barks. “This session is finished for the day while I confirm what Heath has told me here. I’ll call you with a new date, and Gerard, I suggest you leave your sister at home next time.”

Gerard has his eyes on Heath and I. He looks hurt. Mostly, he looks pissed.

Then he turns to Heather. “Don’t worry. I will be.”

“Gerard!” she shrieks as he stands and walks over to us, extending his hand. Heath takes it.

“Thank you, for giving her what I couldn’t,” Gerard says, his eyes moving from Heath’s to mine. “I’m sorry, Lucy. I wish you all the happiness.” Then he turns to Clive. “Give her what she wants; I’ll sign whatever. I don’t need to go to court.”

Clive nods. Gerard walks out of the room.

“This isn’t over!” Heather cries, glaring at me before rushing out after Gerard.

“That woman needs a bullet,” Clive mumbles.

Heath and I burst out laughing.

Yes, indeed she does.

***

“You’re amazing,” I breathe, rotating my hips and taking Heath’s cock deep inside me.

“Fuck, I would have done that sooner had I known how grateful you’d be,” he groans, his hands on my hips, circling me on his lap.

We’re in his truck parked up on a quiet road, and I’m on his lap. His cock is deep inside me and we’re f*cking, slow and intense.

“I want to come,” I whimper, using my good hand to grasp his shoulder.

“Come for me then, baby. Come.”

“I want it to last longer,” I say in the next breath, throwing my head back and gasping his name.

“If you don’t come, I will,” he growls, leaning in and biting my neck.

I whimper and drive my nails into his flesh, arching my back until finally my body explodes with pleasure. A strangled scream leaves my throat and it feels amazing, so god damned amazing. A few seconds later, Heath whispers my name against my neck and his cock jerks inside me.

Bliss.

“We should probably get off this road,” he says after a few minutes.

“Just a second longer,” I say, nuzzling his neck, darting my tongue out to taste his sweat.

He turns and our lips meet. “You’re beautiful,” he says, his eyes hooded from pleasure.

“So are you,” I breathe against him.

“We gotta get out of here now.” He carefully lifts me and places me back on my seat, doing up his jeans before turning and looking at me. “You okay?”

“Never better.” I give him a genuine smile.

“Glad to see that smile touch your eyes, Lucy girl.”

“It wouldn’t have without you.”

“Glad to know that, also.”

I smile.

He smiles.

“You ready to go and make plans?” I ask.

He huffs and pulls the truck out while I straighten up. “Not at all.”

“The sooner we get this over with, the better,” I point out.

“I know that. Doesn’t mean I like it.”

I laugh softly. “Hey, Heath?”

“Mmmm?”

“What exactly are we going to do when this is over?”

“I thought that would be obvious by now?”

I narrow my eyes and study him. “How so?”

“We’ve come together in a series of moments, so it only seems logical what we do when we’re free of all this.”

“And that is?” I prompt.

“It’s simple, Lucy girl,” he says, reaching over and taking my hand. “We create more moments. A lifetime of them.”

We create more moments.

A lifetime of them.

Oh yes.





CHAPTER 27


“Are you sure about this?” Heath asks as we get into his truck.

I swallow and glance at the guys, who are staring at me. “Yes.”

“I don’t like it, Luc.”

“I know.”

“Hey,” Sheldon says, coming to the window. “You make sure you look after yourself and do everything we told you to do.”

I nod. “I will. I promise.”

“Don’t leave anything to fate, sweetheart,” Blake says, shoving Sheldon out of the way. “Trust your gut.”

I nod, forcing back the fear clogging my throat.

“And if you have to, fight,” Johnny says, stepping next to Blake. “Fight hard.”

“Thanks, guys.”

“Good luck,” Sheldon says, and they all step back.

Heath is about to pull away when Tank steps up to the window. Everyone goes silent.

“I was wrong,” he says, his voice gruff. “Thank you.” With that, he turns and disappears into the house.