“What was that?” I murmur as my arms pull him to me before our mouths meet for a messy kiss where I can taste what he did to me.
He pulls away humming and then lets his fingers glide through my hair. “You deserved it,” he mentions.
I’m beginning to be fully conscious again and adjust in his arms. “For what?”
He kisses my cheek then my neck and quickly again on my lips. “This weekend, you were great. Dealing with my mother—well, I owe you a lot more than my tongue on you.”
I let a chuckle escape me. “Did she fill you in on what we talked about?” I’m curious.
He shakes his head no.
“Your mother was adamant on giving me advice on how to keep you satisfied in bed.” My eyes raise to look at his face that freezes in humorous shock.
“Oh dear. What was the advice?”
“To go lingerie shopping with her.”
Lucas starts to laugh. “Don’t even tell me what you answered.”
I draw lazy circles on Lucas’s chest as we lie in bed. His fingertips sliding up and down my bare arms, tickling me slightly yet comforting.
“On a scale of 1 to 10, how scared should I be of your mother?” I ask.
He laughs. “Uhm six, maybe a seven. If she pulls out a calendar of dates for our wedding, then send me an S.O.S.”
That thought is equal parts funny and terrifying, I really struggle to see myself ever getting re-married. Sharing a life with someone, sure. But I don’t need a label for that. Sometimes, I feel like the legality of being bound together is what ruins the feelings and relationship.
“Right,” is all I manage.
“Anyhow, did she spread the gossip?”
Now I laugh. “Yeah, didn’t you get the invite for dinner when my folks are back for Easter in a few weeks?”
Lucas kisses my forehead. “I may have gotten a golf invite from your dad.”
Now I playfully hit Lucas’s chest.
We lie there for a minute enjoying being in each other’s arms. My nose takes in the subtle smell of his cologne as I breathe, and I want this smell on my sheets all the time. I don’t want him to leave the bed, because his body keeps it warm.
“I love this. Just lying with you.”
He kisses my forehead. “Me too.”
Lucas adjusts in the bed to lie on his side so he can look up into my eyes. His arm draped across my stomach.
“Abby, are you comfortable?”
I grin. “After what you just did? Very.”
“I mean with how the weekend went?”
“Yeah, but thank goodness I have a dog, otherwise I’m not sure I had a chance,” I muse, and Lucas gently smiles at me.
“Good. I’m going to talk to my ex about a few things later this week. Mostly about Theo’s schedule and he has a parent meeting at pre-school, but I am going to mention you.”
He tells me, and it draws a line from my heart to my stomach of pure nerves. I love that he’s full speed ahead, but this is kind of big. It excites me, but equally makes me want to puke like I have stage fright.
“Okay. What does that mean?”
He gives me a soft gentle slant of the corner of his mouth. “I have no clue. Completely new waters for me,” he says honestly.
I can imagine he must be feeling a swirl of nerves too. My hands find his face to cradle, he needs assurance as well. “Whatever you need. I am as clueless as you, but just say it and I will do it.” I’m serious about that. This man is an image of moral fiber and he doesn’t deserve anything but support, because I know it’s what he would give to me.
“I know, Abs, I know.” His eyes have a glint before he moves in to kiss me again. “For now, I need to be inside you,” he begins to shuffle in bed as he comes to balance on his knees and disrobing his t-shirt to reveal his ridged muscles.
“I think we can arrange that,” I tell him full of heat and watch him unbuckle his belt. Nibbling my lip in pleasure.
He comes to find a strong position over me, throwing my leg over his arm. Our mouths feast on each other as his hand guides his slick smooth cock into my entrance that has been dripping for him since the moment he came through the front door.
Our eyes deliberately stay locked on each other as we breathe moans. Because this could be sex, what we do so well together and have done repeatedly in the last few weeks. But somewhere in us we know that it’s different this time.
It goes against all my views of what being committed means. Because my head is still jaded that commitment doesn’t exist. But with Lucas, that’s not what I feel. I feel all the things I should have felt years ago before I walked down the aisle with someone else. It feels right.
And I cling to him more than I have. Our tongues delving into each other’s mouths. New sensations transferring between my head and heart. There is a crack in my heart that maybe we could have had this together all those years ago, but that thought leaves quickly. Because we are together as who we are today. Our roads led us to this moment, not a moment from the past.
He kisses me with purpose as he fills me to the hilt, and our eyes seem to deliver a silent message that we both know we are heading into new depths.
Chapter Sixteen
Lucas
Dealing with my ex-wife when it comes to Theo is a reality that I am going to have to deal with for the next 14 years and beyond. Compared to some horror stories I’ve heard; we are not doing half bad. It’s tolerable.
It’s even more tolerable as I have a great woman waiting for me in my bed. She is everything I dreamed about and then some. We think on the same wavelength, and fuck, we are sexually compatible. As in, I could take her in any position and we both end up with a happy ending. We are completely involved when we’re having sex. And we have lots of sex. More sex than the last few years combined. I even orgasmed so hard that I swear I saw stars.
As the days go on, we get more emotionally involved too. It not only amps up the sex but makes it acutely obvious that we are heading into something spectacular.
Isabella and I walk out of the parent-teacher meeting unscathed. We handled that meeting like two respectable co-parents. Theo is doing great anyhow and loves to draw. We should be two proud parents. He’s still in class for another two hours, which means that Isabella and I can talk. We agree to sit in the coffee shop across from the school.
Sitting, I look at her. A total opposite to Abby. I can’t help but compare. Isabella has long black hair, but she always wears it in a messy bun on her head paired with skinny jeans, ankle boots, sweater, and long earrings.
Abby is soft, natural, and sweet. Angelic.
Here we go, Lucas. Be the bigger man.
“How’s work?” I start out as the waitress brings us two coffees. Isabella works as a freelance editor, mostly from home.
“Yeah, good. How is your hometown?” There is slight annoyance in her voice.
“Good. Patients, new house, all good.”
“So. Let’s not make this awkward. We both have things to talk about,” she suggests, a little annoyed.
Fine. Let’s do it like this.
“Summer vacation. He stays with me an extra week at Fourth of July?” I ask.
“Sure. I want to go with friends to San Francisco anyhow.”