Epilogue
Trevor
One month later
Pulling into my driveway like a madman, I leave an inch between my car and the garage. A less experienced driver would have gone straight through the house. I got dragged away for a meeting out of town, which left thirty-six hours between now and the last time I saw Lucy. Getting home and inside her was the only thing on my mind.
There’s instant annoyance when I see Darlene’s fucking car is here. I need Lucy to be alone because I’m gonna fuck her until she can’t see straight. Little minx thought she was funny sending those dirty pictures of herself knowing I couldn’t have her. She may think it’s funny to mess with a man like myself, but what I have in store for her, she won’t be laughing. More like screaming my name and coming all over my tongue, finger, and cock. The last photo she took was a few hours ago of her in that tiny little bikini. Made me think of her ass and how I’m going to make that mine soon too.
Stepping inside the house, I’m already getting hard thinking of all the shit I’m going to do. Starting with my cock deep down her throat.
“Luce?” I call out, dropping my bag on the couch. I look at all her stuff scattered over the living room and smile. I love that my girl is feeling more at home. She moved in immediately. I didn’t give her a choice. After our blow out, things progressed fast. Once I got done fucking her in every spot of my house, I told her my plans. For everything. Starting with getting rid of the punk boy she brought back with her. She soothed my jealous mind by explaining who he was. Then I launched into my plans. For the house. For us. My sweet girl cried. Then she did something I’ll always treasure. She fucked me sweet. Slow. She moaned all those little sounds I fucking love.
We spent the remainder of the summer enjoying the beach and each other. Once school was back in session, she started as the assistant music coach at Rumson Middle School. The first day she was gone, I regretted getting her the job. Having her not with me was enough for me to want to call Cheryl and get her fired. But when she came home smiling ear to ear, I couldn’t take that away from her. Even if I was a selfish prick, her happiness was all that mattered. I would do anything for her.
I stuck to the plan and still purchased her Gran's house. But, instead of bulldozing it and building a mansion, I told her I was leaving it alone. Knowing the house wasn't going to be torn down, I told her she had free reign on what happened to it. I no longer cared about the eye-sore it had on the rest of the neighborhood. It had so many memories, even I turned a liking to the ratty old thing. The guilt still weighed heavily on me for trashing it, and I vowed to do anything to fix the damage.
Walking back toward the kitchen, I see empty lemonade vodka bottles all over the counter and a few pairs of shorts and tank tops littering the floor. I swear, if Darlene convinced Lucy to go skinny dipping during the middle of the day again, I’m gonna have it out with her. I shake my head, preparing to throw my ex out when I hear the voices and giggling coming from the back deck.
“Oh my God, no. I’ll pass,” Lucy says, laughing. Wonder what my girl’s passing on.
“Honey, trust me. A woman’s tongue is way better than a man’s. If you ever get a chance, try one out. You won’t be disappointed.” Jesus Christ. This is why I don’t need my ex hanging out over here.
“D, baby, our girl doesn’t want the kitty. She just got done telling us she wants to experiment in the back, not eat pussy.” All three women laugh.
How drunk are these women?
“Well, girl, I know he likes being talked dirty to. Make sure you call him—”
“Ladies. Time to go,” I interrupt their girl time, all three jumping at the sound of my voice. Lucy sees me and lights up, making my chest swell every fucking time.
“You’re home!” She pops up and jumps on me. I catch her, bringing her lips to mine. She tastes sweet. Her legs go around me, and I press her body tight to mine. God, I missed her. “I thought you weren’t supposed to be home until late tonight,” she says, pressing kiss after kiss to my lips. My girl’s had a few too many.
“I was. I couldn’t stay away any longer. I cut the meeting short.” Her smile is like a drug.
“I don’t ever remember getting a welcome home greeting like that before,” Darlene interrupts.
Kiki laughs, pretending to be offended by her comment. “Hey, I’ve greeted you like that!”
I don’t give them another second of her time. “You know the way out. Lucy’s done playing for the day.”
All three women burst into a fit of laughter. I’m walking Lucy back inside when Darlene shouts, “You mean she’s done playing with us! Don’t forget what we told you, honey!”
Lucy falls into another fit of giggles, the sound making my dick even harder. I carry her upstairs, interested in what those damn women are filling her head with now. Last time, I had to talk her down from nipple piercings because of those two headaches downstairs. She spent the morning trying to convince me by letting me fuck her tits, selling me on how hot it would be if she had barbells bouncing back and forth while I stuck my dick between them. It was hot all right. I came on her chest and had her suck me clean. Then I told her absolutely not. I loved her nipples. I didn’t need that extra freaky shit.
There was that small window where I waited for her to pout after telling her no. Not my girl. She shrugged those sexy shoulders of hers and told me we should probably do that again, just to make sure she enjoyed it without barbells. So, we did. Twice over.
Everything that came out of her mouth did things to me. She was a sweet, no shit taking, spitfire. She proved that once again when Dr. Winters showed up unannounced. A few days after settling into our routine, Dr. Winters made a surprise visit. When I invited her in to meet Lucy, my girl went off like a firecracker telling my therapist I was a taken man and to stay the fuck away. I had to laugh at her passion. Claiming her territory. Learning who Dr. Winters was, the embarrassment filled her, but damn did it make me want her even more.
“What exactly did they tell you to say, my little minx?” I ask, setting her down on the side of the bed and rotating her so her sweet ass is on show. I pull her suit bottoms down, seeing she’s already wet between her thighs.
“They told me you liked being talked dirty to.” I can tell she’s drunk. If she weren’t, I’d consider taking her in the ass right now. I smile at her reflection in the window. How flushed her cheeks are. She’s very turned on.
“Oh yeah? And what kind of dirty talk did they say I liked?” I take my hand between her legs and begin teasing her clit. Her little moans tell me to screw how drunk she is and fuck her back there now. I’ve missed being inside her. The first go around isn’t going to be slow. But I hold back, not wanting to do anything she may not be ready for. When she finally allows me back there, I’m never leaving her alone.
“They said to call you daddy while letting you fuck me in the ass.” I can’t help but laugh as I insert a finger into her cunt. Dammit, she’s soaking wet. I’m going to have to have a talk with my ex about what she says to my girl.
“Is that so? What did you say to that?” I ask, stroking her a few more times before inserting two more fingers.