Page 16 of Bought (BOUGHT TRILOGY #1)

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Lucian

After baring my soul to her, I need to be alone with her.

No matter how convincing that adorable little boy is.

“Are you sure we can’t go to dinner now?”

“I’m going to steal some time with your aunt first,” I say. “But we’ll be back to get you for dinner.”

His small face scrunches up, but he says, “Okay.”

Erin looks down at the casual blue sweater and faded jeans she’s wearing. “Should I change before we leave?”

The thought of her disappearing back into the apartment and out of my sight, even for a moment longer, escapes me. “Later. Let’s go.”

Ryan peers up. “Can I see your car when you come back?”

“If you’re good while we’re gone,” I say. “Do me a favor, little man. Can you go grab your aunt’s coat?”

“Sure.” He obliges, padding off into the house.

When Ryan is out of earshot, I ask the girls, “What’s his favorite food?"

“Mac and cheese,” they reply at the same time. Erin adds, “But he already had it for lunch.”

“Maybe as a side dish, then?”

Ryan shows up, handing me “Auntie Rin’s coat!” I help her into it, and as we walk away, I hold her hand tightly in mine.

Finally.

She glances at me, surprised and smiling. Shyly, she gives my hand a gentle squeeze. Feeling weak, I squeeze back.

I brought an automatic so that I can keep my hand on her thigh instead of the gear shift.

“Where are we headed?” she asks.

“It’s a surprise.” I glance at her. “If you’re ready, that is.”

We share a look. She places her hand over mine. “I am.”

Need coils in my core, hot and tight, thrumming like a drumbeat. I shift in my seat, gripping the wheel tighter with my left hand.

She clears her throat. “Before we go wherever we’re going,” she says. “I’d like to give you a surprise as well.”

“What?”

Reaching over, she slides my shirt up past my belt buckle. “How good a driver are you?”

“Excellent.” I exhale, sliding my ass forward, stretching my legs out. Is she talking about doing what I think she might be? I’d never let her do it if it put her in danger. “This car has a self-driving mode. It can practically drive itself. I only have to hold both hands to the wheel.”

“Good.” The metal click of the belt buckle sends a rush of blood to my growing cock as she says, “I’ve never done this before. You’ll need to tell me if I’m doing it right.”

Pressing a button, I move my right hand to the wheel. “You can tell by the way I’m breathing. Faster means keep going. I did the same when I went down on you.”

“Goodness.” She shakes her head in shame, unbuttoning my jeans. “You shouldn’t say such things out loud.”

“You have no idea how dirty I can talk,” I say. “But you will.”

Tugging on my zipper, she let out a delicious moan. “I’m such a virgin.”

“You’re the sexist virgin I’ve ever met.” I ease back further as she slides her gentle hand down the front of my pants.

She rolls her eyes. “I’ll bet you say that to all the girls.”

“Let me talk dirty to you. I’ll ease you in,” I assure her. “While you’re sucking my cock.”

She trips over my words before she even gets me in her mouth.

Corrupting her will become my addiction.

“Like this?” That sultry voice turns me on. Heat floods my lower body as I watch her wrap her beautiful, full lips around the head. Her mouth is warm, wet, and soft as she takes me in.

“Just like that, baby. Just like that.” I lean further back against the seat. “That’s amazing.”

My head goes light like I’m floating while my insides coil so tight I might snap. Fuck drive mode. I’ve got to pull over. Her mouth feels so damn good.

I need to touch her.

I pull over as smoothly as I can, tires crunching over the broken edge of the pavement. Cars zoom past, each one unaware that there’s an angel in this car, lifting me to heaven right now.

I wrap my hand around her silk hair, gathering all of it and wrapping it around my fist. I give a hard enough tug to make her gasp in shock, the sound breathes hot air over my cock, wet with her saliva.

“Christ, babygirl. It’s never felt like this.”

She pops off my cock. My eyes snap open in protest. She looks at me with wide eyes, “Really? I’m the best?”

“Yes, which means if you stop—I might die." I guide her back down by her hair. There it is again, the first earth-shattering, warm embrace. “Take me, baby. Take all of me. You make my cock so hard. I need you so bad.”

My words must give her renewed energy because now she adds a hand to the mix. Embracing her new power, she holds the base of my cock with the perfect amount of gentle pressure while working the head with her mouth.

“Faster.” I move her up and down at the speed I need. “I’m so close, babygirl. Don’t stop. Make me come for you. Hard.”

Again, she pulls away. I moan in pain. “What is it?”

Her brow furrows. “What do I do with the…the you-know-what?”

“My dirty hot come?” I tease.

“Yeah,” she blinks. “That.”

Releasing her hair, I cup her chin. “Say it. I know you can, naughty girl. Say the words out loud.”

“What do I do with you…come?”

She’s adorably innocent, but not for long.

“That’s right, babygirl. You’re going to swallow every drop, all of it. Let me see you see those words come from your sexy mouth. Tell me, what are you going to do?”

“Your come,” she says with shame-laced words. “I’m going to swallow your come.”

My exhale comes from the bottom of my lungs. “Good girl. Now make me come.”

She goes back to it. As soon as her lips touch me, I drift back into a daze, electric pulses flickering over my skin. Nothing exists but the warmth of her pressed against me and the incredible sensation she’s giving me.

Her mouth is heat and silk, wet and unrelenting, and I can’t look away from her, bent over for me. Every flick of her tongue, every hollowed pull of her lips, pulls me closer to the edge I swore I wouldn’t go near.

The tension grows low in my spine, like a spring wound too tight. My thighs burn, my fists clenched, and I try to hold back, to control the rhythm but she’s relentless. She pulls me deeper, nails digging into my thighs as if she knows I’m about to crack.

The pressure sharpens into fire, white-hot, flooding every nerve until I’m nothing but need.

The coil snaps, and a groan tears from my chest, guttural and raw.

Release slams through me, violent and unstoppable.

My whole body jerks, shuddering as waves of heat surge out from the center of me, pouring into her.

It’s overwhelming ecstasy mixed with a kind of helplessness I both hate and crave equally. My vision blurs, my heartbeat pounds in my skull, and all I can do is hold her head, ride it out, and surrender to how she milks every last drop from me as she begins to swallow.

I’m exhausted. Completely drained. Suddenly, she shifts upward, making a sputtering sound.

“Are you okay?”

She shakes her head, makes a loud choking sound, and I watch, terrified, as she returns my load to me, a massive spray all over my chest, soaking through my shirt and pants.

She gazes in horror at my ruined shirt, tears welling in her eyes. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry! I—literally—choked.”

She’s humiliated. It makes me hurt.

Never wanting to cause her unhappiness, I pull her close. “It’s okay, baby. You did so well. It felt amazing,” I reassure her.

“But I?—”

Overwhelmed, she can’t stop looking at my shirt.

I run my knuckles along her cheek. “We just need to practice.”

She glances up at me shyly. “The first time I tried something a little adventurous, I literally choked.”

“Only because you turn me on so much, you made me explode too hard, too much.” I brush her hair back from her face. “Please. Don’t let it stop you from trying things with me.”

“Okay,” she whispers, clutching a clean part of my shirt and pulling me closer.

“That’s my girl.” I hold her head in my hands, gently bringing her close to kiss her forehead.

My girl…

She looks up at me with an adorably sheepish grin. “What should we do about your clothes?”

I look down. “It looks like a great time for your surprise. I need to get a new shirt, pronto.”

Her brows lift in surprise. “You’re taking me shopping?”

“Yes. Anything you want. Whatever will make you feel good at that dinner.”

“Wow. I don’t know what to say.” She makes that face girls make when they’re pleased with you.

A soft, warm feeling spreads across my chest. “You don’t need to say anything. I did it for my own benefit.”

“How?”

“You said you didn’t want to wear jeans to dinner, and I couldn’t wait for you to change. I didn’t want to be any further from you,” I reach out, “than this.”

She beams.

“Happy?” I ask.

“Very,” she answers shyly.

“So am I. Making you happy makes me happy.”

And I’m going to pursue this feeling of making her happy. More importantly, I will make it my duty to keep her safe.

I’m older, wiser.

Maybe this could work.

It has to.

Not only can I not forget her…

I’m starting to think I can’t live without her.