Page 43 of Love Is a War Song

“You’re sure about this? Us?” I asked, because he was so honest about his past, how he didn’t want to chance a broken heart and picking up the pieces of himself again.

I couldn’t make any promises about staying, at least not yet…

or ever, with how poorly the reunion with my mom and Lottie had gone.

I needed to make sure we both wouldn’t regret this.

“I will always want you. We can go as fast or as slow as you want, or if you want me to stop then I will hold you through the night.”

“I’ve wanted you for quite some time, Lucas.” The sound of the storm was gone, or I was too far gone to notice it anymore.

“Then have me.” He descended onto my mouth again, devouring me.

I was matching him in kind. The stickball disaster was only hours ago, and yet it felt like a lifetime ago.

I was still in the clothes I’d been knocked out in.

Lucas smelled like he had showered before coming after me.

His new T-shirt and jeans were soaked through with the rain.

He was already rock hard, his length pushing into my stomach, and this time I didn’t bother cupping him over his pants.

I reached inside his waistband, breaching his boxer briefs, and took his firm, smooth length in my hand.

He continued to kiss me as I discovered how to touch him, to see what would elicit a response.

I squeezed his girth firmly and he groaned against my lips, deep like a bear’s roar. I rubbed him up and down and he started grinding into my hand, so I pumped him faster.

“Stop,” he hissed.

“Sorry, too much?”

“I’m not busting a nut into your hand before I’ve had any fun with you.”

He sat up and peeled my wet tank top up. It was a bit awkward to maneuver to get it off my head with the tight space of the bed. He flung my shirt onto the ground and started showing sweet devotion to my breasts, kneading and cupping their heavy fullness in each hand, humming appreciatively.

“They’re real,” I panted.

He looked up through his eyebrows. “Of course they’re real.” His voice was heavy and hoarse.

“There has just been a lot of talk online about people saying they’re fake. My teeth might be, but not my boobs.”

“There isn’t an atom about you that is fake.

I see you.” Enough of the talk. He bent his head down and peppered my breasts with kisses, trailing his tongue along my skin in between each one.

My nipples had been hard since the temperature dropped and the rain started.

He put his hot mouth on my right one, and I cried out.

It was so cold that the contrast to the warmth of his mouth nearly seared me, and the way he ran his tongue over its hardness sent lightning bolts straight to my core.

“Good girl,” he murmured as he moved on to my neglected left breast and the sweet torture began anew.

He had me panting and begging for release.

When he was finished with my breasts for now, he lifted himself off me, and I immediately missed his warmth.

The cellar was so cold, and we were still sopping wet from the storm.

“This okay?” he asked as he played with the waistband of my drenched, and not only from the rain, shorts.

“Mm hmm.” I nodded.

“I need to hear a clear yes, baby.” The way he said “baby” melted me. His wet hair curled over his brows and his eyes were black in the tiny light of the lantern.

“Yes, Lucas. Please take off my pants.”

He caressed my hair as if I had done a good job and it made me want to please him in so many other ways. He slowly lowered the zipper, then pulled at the ends of my cutoffs. I lifted my ass off the bed to help him get them off. He hissed.

“You played stickball in those?” He eyed my tiny, navy blue silk lace G-string.

“I hadn’t expected to play at all when I was getting dressed this morning.”

He slid the shorts down to my ankles and I flung them off somewhere, knowing my toned leg was giving him a show. He patted the inside of my knee, and I got the message; I spread open for him, and he settled himself between my legs, resting on his knees as he played with the edge of my panties.

“I have lots of pretty panties, Lucas.”

He groaned and slowly peeled them down my legs. “You’re going to have one less pair.” I watched, captivated, as he bunched the tiny, lacy thing into a ball and shoved them into the pocket of his jeans.

I felt it then, the realization that this was probably our one and only time to be together.

This was never supposed to happen and yet here we were, and my mother and contractual obligations would sweep me away from here soon enough.

I could see it in the set of his mouth, he was mourning what could have been.

“I’m cold,” I whispered. I needed him close to me, not just for heat, but to know he was mine in this moment.

He ripped his soaking shirt off and it landed somewhere in the room with a heavy whack . He settled himself on top of me, but his pants were still on, wet and very cold.

“Why aren’t you taking your pants off?” I asked, my voice husky with need.

“There is no protection in here.” He brushed my hair back off my face. “Tonight is all about you, baby. Let me take care of you.”

“Then who will take care of you?” I cupped his cheek.

“I’ll be okay.” He brushed a kiss on my palm. “I’m not taking a chance and giving you no choice but to stay.”

“I’ve been on birth control since I was fifteen. I don’t think we need to worry about that.”

“And you would trust me to enter your tight little body bare?”

I raised my head up, biting his lip. “I’d insist on it. I haven’t had a partner in almost six months and my last checkup came back clear.”

“Mine too.” He took my mouth again as he took off his pants and briefs in one quick movement, never taking his lips from mine. He was eager and I couldn’t blame him. We were both pebbled with gooseflesh from the cold, but Lucas gave off so much delicious heat, I pressed myself to his chest.

“What am I working with down there?” he growled against my mouth as his hand parted my folds, exploring my arousal. “Perfection.” He rubbed my already swollen center, taking his time. Of their own volition, my legs fell open wider, giving him better access to me.

Lucas brought his mouth down, taking my left nipple into his mouth as he continued to work my core with his hand.

It should be illegal for anything to feel this good.

He touched me right, as if his hands were created to know exactly how to caress and stroke me, as if his lips were made for kissing me.

He inserted a finger, stretching me as he increased his pace.

My toes curled as my release was building. I tipped my head back and let the orgasm wash over me, my body shaking.

“That’s my good girl,” Lucas murmured as he kissed my lips, still rubbing lazy circles. I opened my hazy eyes and was captivated as he removed his finger, brought it to his mouth, and sucked it clean.

“Honey,” he growled in confirmation.

“More,” I moaned.

He settled himself between my legs, positioning himself at my entrance. With one thrust he entered me, and I felt full and complete.

Lucas kissed my lips as he kept his pace slow and lazy, discovering me. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist, urging him to go faster.

“Slow down, we’re in no rush.” He continued his unhurried pace, driving me crazy.

He bowed his head into my neck. “Imagine if this was our real life. That you were mine. I come home at the end of the day, welcomed by these long, gorgeous legs.” Lucas stroked my leg, thigh to ankle and back up again, pushing my leg back as he ground into me deeper.

“I’d wake up with these legs around me. A lifetime of making you come and come again.”

He painted the picture, and it made me whimper as he started picking up the pace, bringing his hand back to my core, working it, bringing me close to the precipice.

“I would work to give you the world. Building this house into a home with my bare hands. You’d want for nothing.

You’d be my princess, and no one would love you as hard as me.

We’d make the most beautiful babies, and we would be so happy.

Then we would grow old together, our hair turning white, lines on our faces, and all I would see would be the most beautiful woman to grace this earth. ”

I was crying again, because it was a beautiful fantasy.

He would have this dream, but it wouldn’t be with me.

I’d be alone somewhere, trying to carve my place in this world, writing and performing songs, and Lucas would be here in Broken Arrow, changing kids’ lives for the better.

Because there was no doubt in my mind that he would take over the horse ranch and make all of his dreams come true.

And one day, a woman would turn his head, and he would live that picket fence life with her.

He deserved a happily ever after, and I so desperately wished it could be with me.

His pace was fast now, and I held on to him, feeling that release rising within me.

I clung to him as I hung on to that beautiful dream he painted, trying my hardest not to let it slip through my fingers.

We reached that apex together, me shaking around him in ecstasy, his name on my lips.

He finished with his head buried in my neck.

“I could love you forever too,” I whispered through my watery smile, feeling so complete and heartbroken at once.

It wasn’t long before sleep claimed us both. I had my best night of sleep since coming to the ranch, wrapped in Lucas’s warm arms.