Surrendering to Us (8 page)

Somehow, Lucah’s words cut through the foggy mess of my freak out, like a knight slashing his way through a battlefield of enemies.

This was why I loved him.

Without Lucah, I would have gotten out of the frenzy eventually, but it would have taken time, and it would have taken me a much longer time to get to realization that I wasn’t the kind of girl who gave up. I was a goddamn fighter. With sassy red heels.

But with him there to help bring me out of my worst, he helped bring me to my best. I hoped I did the same for him.

I looked up at him and slowly wrapped my arms around his neck in a tight hug. He hugged me back and kissed my earlobe.

“Do you want to keep pacing, or do you want me to take you on the floor right here and make you forget about work for a little while?” He dragged my earlobe through his teeth and then blew on my neck, causing a riot of shivers. I’d gone, in one moment, from total shock, to total desire. Lucah sure knew how to flip my switch to the ON position. Every time.

“I’ll take the second,” I said as he licked the spot on my neck and then blew on it.

“I was hoping you would.” He let go of me and reached to the back of my head to take my hair down. After running his fingers through it and giving me a kiss on the tip of my nose, he started unbuttoning my shirt. I wasn’t wearing one of Sloane’s creations, but he still seemed happy with the simple red lace bra he uncovered. I hadn’t let him see me get dressed this morning so I could surprise him with it.

His fingers fluttered over the fabric as his mouth kissed a trail from my neck, to the hollow of my throat, and then down to the swell of my breasts. The kisses moved across the very top of where the bra ended. He was going to make this slow.

I lifted my arms from my shirt and it fell to the floor. Lucah got down on his knees and kissed down my belly to the waist of my skirt.

“Turn around. Slowly.” His voice was rough, and his cheeks were flushed. I loved that I could read so many of his emotions that way. Even the tips of his ears were pink. I turned around, and he kissed his way around my stomach until he got to the zipper in the back of my skirt. I waited for him to unzip it, but nothing happened. I couldn’t tell if he was just trying to build the anticipation, or if maybe there was a giant spider on my back, or he’d been seized by the sheer beauty of my ass.

I waited as long as I could.

“Something wrong?”

“I’m just wondering if I should take your skirt off. Or maybe I should leave it on? What do you think I should do?” Yup. He was teasing me. We’d played these kinds of games before and they always left me frustrated beforehand, but heightened the experience.

“I want you to take it off. Unzip it and slide it down my hips.”

“Yes, Miss Clarke.” The skirt was finally disposed of, and I stepped out of it and kicked it to the side before turning around to face him.

“Now help me get my nylons off.” He hooked his fingers on the edge of the nylons and pulled them down my hips and to my feet. That was one of my favorite things. It was almost like he was peeling away a layer of my inhibitions and tossing them aside. He ran his hands up and down my legs and then buried his face in the V between my thighs. I put my hands in his hair and just held him there for a moment.

“Look at me,” I said and he tipped his face up. I put one finger in his chin dimple.

“I love you,” I said.

“I love you.”

“Show me,” I said. “Show me with your mouth and your hands and your dick. That’s all I want from you.” I bent and gave his lips a quick kiss before getting down on my knees as well.

He grabbed a few pillows from the couch and put one under my head as I laid back.

“Take my panties off,” I said, which he did. “Now show me.”

Did he ever. With lips and tongue and fingers, he showed me and made me come, three, four times. I still had my bra on and he’d barely even kissed my lips, but I didn’t mind. I just needed a release of tension, of energy. Of SOMETHING. Sex was the best solution to being stressed I’d ever come up with.

“Turn over,” he said. I liked it when he took over. I let him because it was just as sexy as when I got to tell him what to do. “Turn your head to the side and put the pillow under it.” I did as I was told and then he lifted my hips so my backside was up in the air. I heard him moving into position behind me, and unzipping his pants.

“You have such a great ass, Sunshine. I fell in love with this the first time I saw you walking away from me. I knew that I wanted to see what it looked like under that tight skirt.” He stroked my ass and I was about ready to lose it again.

He kissed each cheek and then teased my entrance.

“You haven’t told me what you wanted me to do. So here I am with your lovely ass in the air and a hard cock, and I don’t know what to do about it.”

“Fuck me with it,” I said, my voice a little muffled by the pillow.

“What? I didn’t quite catch that,” he said, stroking my entrance again.

“FUCK ME RIGHT NOW.”

“Well, okay, okay. All you had to do was ask.” He waited one more second, and then he plunged into me with one hard thrust that made both of us cry out.

Lucah grabbed onto my hips and pulled out and then pumped himself into me again before setting a punishing pace that drove my face into the pillow and I knew was going to leave bruises on my knees. Thank God for thick rugs, or else it would be a lot worse.

“I. Love. You. And. Your. Ass. So. Much,” he said with each thrust. I was close to coming again, so I reached one hand between my legs and worked at my piercing.

“I love you too and I love that you love my ass,” I gasped as I came again. If he hadn’t been holding me up, I would have collapsed. He came hard a few thrusts later. When we were both finally sated, he rested his head on my ass.

“We should probably get ready. We’re supposed to be at the bar in ten minutes.” Oops. We were meeting Sloane, Marisol and Chloe at the bar to have dinner and drinks and watch Open Mic Night. I was looking forward to Lucah getting up on the stage and singing for me again.

But the drama with the Board and then the floor sex had kind of made me forget about it.

“Okay,” I said, still panting. “But I need a shower first.” Actually, I needed to relearn how to move first. Lucah helped me turn over and then get into a sitting position.

“Did that help take your mind off things?” He gave me a kiss and added a little tongue.

“Yes. I want to be stressed out all the time now. You know you just gave me positive reinforcement, so now when I think about freaking out, I will think of mind-blowing sex and then I will want to be stressed.” He leaned down and lightly bit my knee.

“You’re ridiculous sometimes.”

“Says the man who kept all of his pictures and personal items behind a locked door in his apartment and wouldn’t let his girlfriend see them. Pot and kettle, Lucah.” I started to get to my feet and Lucah stood and helped me get up.

I rushed through my second shower of the day and rushed around to get my shit together. My phone was blowing up from my friends asking me where the hell I was, if I was dead, or if Lucah and I had been screwing our brains out. The last one was from Sloane, who knew me too well.

“Braid?” Lucah said as I ripped a brush through my hair. I nodded and then started re-doing my makeup while he did a quick French braid and then wrapped the end into a bun. I nearly stabbed myself with the mascara brush and I dropped one of my earrings and we had to find it, but within a half hour I was bar ready. Lucah had it easy. He just swapped his work clothes for a t-shirt and distressed jeans. Lucky bastard.

“Do I look okay?” It wasn’t bad for only having a few minutes to get ready.

“Sunshine, you could be covered in stinky garbage and I would think you looked fabulous. I’m not really an objective party, BUT I will tell you, looking at you from behind makes me want to tell you to text your friends and say that you can’t come so I can put you on your knees and fuck you from that position again.” He stepped forward and cupped said ass and squeezed it.

“That was exactly the look I was going for, so I think I nailed it.”

“I’d like to nail you.” I rolled my eyes. I’d allowed myself to bask in sexy bliss for a little while, but I felt bad about going out on the town when Dad didn’t know that his entire Board of Directors/friends were determined to stab him in the back and take the thing he cared about most (after his family, of course) away from him for a very stupid reason.

“You’re thinking about it again. I can see it on your face. How about this? How about I come with you on Sunday to dinner and we’ll both tell him. I can bring some of the documents I’ve found and so forth and maybe we can head this off before anything happens. What do you think?”

“You would do that?”

“Of course I would. And not just because we’re together. What they’re doing is shady, and wrong. I couldn’t sit back and let it happen when I could do something about it. You’re not in this alone. There are two of us. And this is what I’m good at. This was my life for a long time. I can do this. Trust me?”

How could I not with a speech like that? He was right, and it made my heart swell to think that I wasn’t in this alone. That when things felt like they were too much, he would be there to hold me up, and help shoulder the burden.

Love made impossible things seem much more possible.

“I trust you.” He gave me a quick kiss and then smacked me on the ass again before turning around. I paid him back by getting him with both hands.

“Your ass is pretty awesome too.”

“You were having sex, weren’t you?” Sloane said by way of a greeting when we walked into the bar and found our usual table. Lucah was able to push people aside with his guitar case as he towed me along behind.

“I just couldn’t help myself. Hello ladies,” Lucah said, pulling out the chair for me to sit. It appeared that they were already one or two drinks in. This could be an interesting evening. I was going to take it easy because of all the wine last night, so when Lucah asked what I wanted, I ordered a soda.

“Your life makes me want to hate you,” Sloane said, clearly on her second drink, in spite of last night. “But I love you, so never mind.”

“So, what’s new?” I said to change the subject.

“You’re not the only one who got laid,” Marisol said, pointing at Chloe, who grinned and sipped at her martini.

“Um, details,” I said. It was about time. She’d had such a hard breakup and was just getting back on her feet and smiling and being happy again. A little sex was just what she needed.

“It was really a one time thing. Met her at the gym and I took her home for a little workout. And then she did this thing that reminded me of—of
someone
, and then I cried and made her leave. So yes, I did get laid, but that kind of killed the buzz.” She downed the rest of her drink and plunked the glass on the table.

“Aw, babe I’m sorry,” I said, rubbing her arm. “There are other girls in the sea.” She pouted and stared into her empty glass.

“A good woman is hard to find,” she said. “Especially one that plays for my team. You bitches are all too fucking straight.”

“If I have a few more drinks, that could change,” Sloane said with a wink.

“How many times have I told you that if you had penis, I would be with you? How many times?” Marisol said, forcing Chloe to look at her.

“More times than I can count,” Chloe said, and finally cracked a smile. Lucah came back with my soda, a whiskey and water for himself and another round for all of my friends.

“If only you had a vagina,” Chloe said sighing and taking her drink from Lucah. He gave me a look.

“Just go with it. It’s a compliment.”

“I dated a ginger girl once,” Chloe continued, still staring at Lucah. “She was crazy in the bedroom. Some of the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Must be a ginger thing,” I said, poking Lucah in the stomach. He took it in stride.

“Redheads do it better.” It was true.

After drinks, we ordered pizza and wings, and Lucah went to sign himself up to sing. He wouldn’t tell me what song he had lined up. I had to practically beg him to sing at home, or trade sexual favors. I didn’t mind so much because he usually sang and played shirtless, or naked and that just led to me getting sexual favors. Win-win-win-win situation.