Page 35 of Coach Me (Boston Blues #2)

Dex

Holy fuck. I mean, really. Holy fuck. That was incredible.

As I hover over Lucie, she looks up at me with this satisfied gleam in her eyes. Her hair is a bit of a mess in the best way possible. She looks thoroughly fucked.

Thoroughly fucked by me.

Her adorable laughter isn’t a turn-off in the slightest. I love it. It feels good, actually. There’s this level of trust that comes with her laugh, a level of comfort. This might have been our first time, but it also felt like we’d been doing this for years.

It’s definitely the start of doing it for years, that's for sure.

Lucie’s hands start to slowly scratch my back. “So, did you eat anything today?”

I know she doesn’t mean any sort of innuendo, but she really walked right into this one. “I just did, Luce.”

“Dex!” Lucie pushes against my chest, but I don’t budge. “You know what I mean. Actual food.”

“I mean, really?—”

“Dex!”

I chuckle. “Yes, they had sandwiches for us after the game.”

Lucie gives a small pout. “Oh, good.”

“Luce, baby, are you hungry?”

“A little bit, but it’s okay?—”

I roll off the mattress and pick up my shirt. “Come here.”

Lucie sits up, but doesn’t move closer. “Dex, really, it’s fine. We can just stay here.”

I lean down to meet her eyes. “Me and you both know we’ll be back here for the rest of the night—but not until you eat.”

While Lucie bites at her lip—I’m sure trying to decide if she wants to argue with me—I slide my shirt over her head, then throw on my shorts while she slides her arms through the sleeves.

Finally, she speaks. “We could just?—”

I scoop her up from my bed. “Quick snack, Luce, okay?”

Lucie tightens her legs around my waist with a smirk. “If you insist.”

Making our way into the kitchen, I sit Lucie down on the island. “Whatcha thinking?”

Her eyes light up. “Popcorn?”

“Popcorn? You really have a thing for stadium food, don’t you?”

Lucie scoffs. “Listen, I blame you for this.”

“Me?” I go to the cabinet and pull out a bag to pop in the microwave.

“Yes, you. I finally moved on from concession food when Will moved across the country—but then you hired me, and now my addiction is back.”

I laugh as I toss the pack on the tray, then hit the button on the microwave. “Guilty pleasure meal is stadium food, got it.”

“Another thanks to my siblings.” Lucie shifts on the counter, then runs her hands up and down her thighs. “I actually haven’t heard from Reagan all week. It’s been a little weird.”

I walk over to her and let my hands take over. “Have you reached out to her?”

“Kind of. I sent her a picture of that dying plant in your office to see if it was savable, but she never responded. I’m pretty sure the plant has given up hope now.”

I look at her sideways. “I have a plant in my office?”

Lucie’s mouth gapes with a hint of a smile tugging at the corners. “That poor thing never stood a chance.”

“No, it very much did not.”

“Well, maybe I’ll try to text Rea tomorrow and see if she wants to get it before we leave.

” Lucie shrugs. “I know I wanted to branch out solo on my own, but I don’t know…

it’s weird not hearing from her. Will said he’s talked to her, but he’s the caretaker of the group, so he probably forced her to talk to him. ”

“He’s the caretaker?” I ask with a raised brow as the microwave beeps.

While I grab the bag, Lucie hops off the counter to grab a bowl.

“Yeah, after our dad left, Will sort of adopted this brotherly-fatherly role. Like, when I was in the eighth grade, I was in the top ten for education. Our school was doing some midday assembly that family members could come to. I knew our mom wouldn’t be able to come because she worked so much as an ER nurse, so I didn’t even bring it up to her.

I was perfectly fine having no one come, it honestly felt like a silly thing to acknowledge in the first place, but after Reagan found out about it, she had to tell Will. ”

Lucie laughs. “He told his second-period teacher he needed to get something out of the baseball players’ locker room, then snuck out the bathroom window, so he could come watch me get a piece of paper that I couldn’t even begin to tell you where it is now.”

Lucie hops back on the counter with another shrug. “He tries to stick to brother duties for the most part, but Reagan and I always say he’s both.”

I break open the bag with a little more understanding now. I think all the Andersons may be caretakers in their own way, based on how they grew up. Maybe that’s why Lucie has a hard time seeing it.

“Okay, if you tell him this, I’ll deny it—but I like your brother.”

Lucie’s eyes go wide as she gives me a thin-lipped smile.

“I mean it, Luce, I’ll deny it.”

She finally lets her lips go and scrunches her nose. “Me knowing is enough.”

I shake my head as I pour the popcorn into the bowl. “Will’s version of caretaking is completely different from yours—I know the least about Reagan, but I can already tell that hers is different. Just because they’re also caretakers doesn’t mean that you got your personality from them.”

Lucie scrunches her nose and picks a couple pieces of popcorn. “I feel like I did.”

“You’re different, and I have examples to prove it.

” I step to her, running my hands up and down her thighs again.

“Will takes care of monetary things because he has the means to do it. Outside of that, he makes sure things get done and shows up when he’s needed.

He also has a bit of a hot head at times.

It’s mellowed over the years, but it’s still there when he feels protective. ”

Lucie smiles and takes a bite of the popcorn. “Okay, and?”

“Reagan, from what I’ve gathered, is more of a quiet caretaker.

She told Will about something that was important to you, because even though you said you would be fine, she knows you deserve more.

She didn’t sneak out with Will to come to your school thing, but she looks for indirect ways to care for people. ”

“When did you become so philosophical? Is that what happens in old age?”

My laugh takes me by surprise. She’s got jokes, alright. “Luce, do you know how many times I told myself I shouldn’t date you because of our age difference?”

Lucie scrunches her nose. “Not enough, thank goodness.”

I shake my head with another chuckle, and Lucie nudges me as she reaches for some more popcorn.

“We’re adults, Dex. Now, go on. You were about to tell me how I’m different from my siblings.”

“I don’t know if I should tell you. Isn’t your whole thing supposed to be about figuring it out yourself?”

“Yeah, but?—”

I caress her cheek. “Luce, baby, I see you. I see you so fucking clearly, and I want you to see it for yourself too. If these rules or list, whatever it is, is what you feel like you need right now, then do it.” Lucie’s eyes dip down for a second, but I tilt her face back up.

“I like you, Lucie. I’ll gladly take on your light. ”

Lucie gives me a soft smile. “Thank you.”

I let go of her face so she can eat some more of the popcorn. “So, tell me about the other side of things that you didn’t mention in my office.”

Lucie chuckles, tossing a piece in her mouth.

“What, like you actually expected me to tell you those? Are you kidding? ‘Yeah, Dex, I have these safe-for-work ones, then I have these not-safe-for-work ones because Jensen insisted I have spicy ones to do myself. But don’t worry, you could do them with me if you want.’”

“I know you’re mocking me, but to be fair, I wouldn’t have said no.” Even if I think we’re more than that list.

Lucie’s cheeks blush, and I can’t help my next question. “So…can I?”

Lucie bites her lip and wraps her arms around my shoulders. “I’m not entirely sure we need that list.”

“Oh, no, those are for you, remember? I think we actually just covered that.”

Lucie’s laugh goes straight to my dick. Fuck, that’s going to be a real problem now. “What did I tell you about your laugh?”

“Goodness, can’t laugh, can’t wear yell?—”

Again, she’s mocking me, but I grab her chin, cutting off her words. “Never stop. I’m begging you, actually.”

Lucie’s eyes soften. “Since you’re begging, I suppose.”

“I am.” I lean in for what I intend to be a small kiss, but then my tongue’s in her mouth and I don’t want to pull away.

Lucie hums happily, and I pull her to the edge of the counter by her knees. “Are you still hungry?”

“Starved.” Her arms snake around my shoulders and pull me closer to her.

I kiss down her neck. “So, have you done anything off the list?”

Lucie gives me a soft moan when I kiss the crook of her neck and down her collarbone. “Only one.”

“Oh yeah? Which one?”

“I bought a vibrator.”

“Have you used it?”

Lucie’s breath hitches when I slide my hand up her shirt and palm her tits. “Y-yes.”

I roll her hard nipple between my fingers. “And?”

Lucie moans as her body melts from my touch. “It wasn’t exactly what I was wanting…but the thought of you helped.”

Fucking hell.

I pick her up from the counter and start to walk to her room. I’m praying that Miles hasn’t left some random ass toy in the hall because I can’t stop kissing her to see where I’m going. The last thing I need right now is to trip over a fucking kid’s toy when I’m trying to use an adult one on Lucie.

Thankfully, we make it to her room, and I lay her down on the yellow bedspread. “Fuck, I should have come in here to begin with. Remind me to make an order for new bedding tomorrow.”

Lucie’s laugh bubbles out of her again, and I swallow it up with my mouth on hers.

“Where’s it at?” I ask in between breaths.

“Nightstand, top drawer,” Lucie whispers.

Finding the willpower to break away from her comes from the fact that I actually need the toy to use it on her, but damn, kissing her is addicting.

Rifling through the drawer like a madman, I finally pull out a little blue bullet vibrator. “This is all you got, Luce?”

“Hey, I wanted discreet and travel-sized.” Lucie snatches it from my hand with a scoff. “Like you said Dex, this is for me.”