The best thing to do is try to keep things light. Easy. I won’t tell her how much I care about her or make any promises I can’t keep.
Finally, after at least an hour passes, the door opens and Lucy peeks her head out. When her eyes land on mine, I get the feeling that she’s disappointed I’m still awake. Fuck. I thought the sex was great, that we had a crazy connection. What if it was all one-sided?
“Hey. I thought you were going to sleep in there tonight,” I tease her.
“Just freshening up,” she says as she walks out in her pink pajamas that I fucking love and goes around to her side of the bed. “I thought you would have been asleep by now since you didn’t seem to sleep much last night.”
So she noticed that? I’m surprised since I tried not to toss and turn too much, fearing I would wake her.
Lucy throws the covers back on her side, which means she gets a look at all of me. Her eyes widen as she stares at my half-mast cock before her gaze finds mine.
“If you’re having second thoughts, we don’t have to do anything,” I assure her. “I can put some clothes on.”
“What? No. Why would you think that I’m having second thoughts?” she asks, but still doesn’t get into bed with me.
“Maybe because of your disappearance and disappointment that I wasn’t asleep?”
“That’s not…I’m just not sure what to do now, after earlier,” she explains.
“How about you start by just talking to me?” I suggest. Rolling to my side, I prop my head up on my arm and pat the empty spot on the mattress beside me.
After a moment of hesitation, Lucy climbs up in bed and sits with her back against the pillow and headboard, her legs stretched out in front of her.
“So, what’s going on in your head? Why aren’t you your normal, talkative self?” I ask. “Do you regret what we did?”
“God no,” she thankfully answers vehemently. “I’m just sort of confused. I think you’ve been giving me mixed signals,” she says as she examines her nails.
“I have?” I reply even though I know it’s true and not fair.
“Yes. First there was earlier tonight, here in the room,” she explains with her cheeks turning red as we both remember when my face was recently buried between her legs while she was laid out on this bed. “Then outside on the patio. Both times were incredible, really. And I want to do it again. I just thought you were still angry at me for lying…”
“I was,” I agree. “But I’m over it now. On the anger scale of one to ten, I’m at a zero when it comes to you,” I tell her truthfully. It’s impossible to stay mad at her, no matter what she does. Finally getting my tongue and dick inside of her hot little pussy certainly helped take my anger down a few notches.
“Seriously?” she asks, lifting her eyes to mine in shock that I could calm down so quickly.
“Yeah,” I answer. Not wanting her to get her hopes up about a future with me, I add, “Just, um, remember what we talked about in my apartment. When I said this can’t be more than a friends with benefits situation, I meant it, okay?” It sucks to withhold the fact that I’m in love with her, that I care for her more than I did the woman I married, but it’s for the best.
“Okay,” Lucy replies. “I understand.”
“Good,” I reply before I reach over. Throwing my arm around her waist, I’m easily able to drag her over until her side is pressed against the front of my body. As I lean down to brush my lips over hers, my palm starts to slide up her top until I’m cupping one of her perky tits. Our tongues meet soft and unhurried several times before I eventually pull away.
Looking down at her relaxed face, I say, “Now it’s your turn to answer my questions.”
“Yeah? What do you want to know?” she asks with a smile as her fingers reach up to comb through the back of my hair.
“You had cancer?”
Her hand stills before she answers. “Yeah, so?”
“So? Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask.
“Because it’s done and over with,” she says with a sigh, avoiding eye contact with me, preferring to tug on my hair, pulling my mouth down to hers and stroking my tongue seductively as a distraction. It doesn’t work. Well, it does. My dick thickens against where it’s poking her thigh, but I’m not done with my line of questions yet.
“What kind of cancer did you have?”
“Endometrial,” Lucy replies. “Cancer cells had spread to my ovaries, so I had to have surgery to remove them and my uterus. I was lucky, though. I didn’t have to go through chemo or radiation, and it didn’t reach my bladder...”
“Lucky?” I repeat. “You had cancer in your twenties that took away your chance of being a mother. That’s not lucky; that’s devastating, baby.”
“It could’ve been worse. At least I’m still alive,” she says.
“And that’s when Barry cheated on you? When you were going through all of that?”
“Yes,” she answers, removing her fingers from my hair to trail her fingernails down my arm. “Ellie came to see me after surgery, and that’s when they met. Love at first sight. Then he knocked her up. What’s a girl to do?”
“Kick her ass and his,” I mutter.
“I just hope their kid looks like him,” Lucy says. “That’s all I ask of karma. And at least I got to meet you…”
Rather than contradict that statement, I roll on top of her small body and kiss her so hard I fear I may squash her into the mattress.
How can Lucy possibly think that meeting me has been a good thing? She came into my life at the worst possible time for herself.
But I can’t deny that she came into mine when I needed her most.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Lucy
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Nash was as insatiable as I was throughout the night. There was no more talking, thankfully, after our conversation about his mixed signals and my cancer. Instead, there were only moans and pleas for more as we fucked hard between short naps. In the early morning hours, when my pussy got too sore to accommodate his big dick, we switched to oral, which was absolutely fine with me. I loved taking him in my mouth and would never get enough of his talented tongue.
But unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.
Around one in the afternoon, with my head on his chest, I reach up and stroke the side of his scruff jaw. “Nash? Babe, sorry to wake you, but it’s time to get up.”
“Too tired to move,” he grumbles, eyes still shut tight as he licks his lips. “Just sit on my face, baby. Ride my tongue again.”
“No, Nash,” I say with a giggle as my pussy tingles from the memories of earlier when I did straddle his face. Sitting up, I tell him, “The wedding’s in an hour, so we should probably shower and get ready.”
“But I’m comfortable here in bed,” he mutters, pulling me back down to his chest and holding me so tight I can’t escape. “Company is pretty damn good too. Do we have to go see my ex-wife get married to the fat fuck who cheated on you?”