Page 54 of Love Medley (Med Wreck Romance #1)

Chapter forty-three

Jake

F or the rest of the day my thoughts are full of Lucy. Things are seeming to go well between us, but I want more. I know I’m being greedy, but when it comes to Lucy, I can’t help but be selfish. This in-between place we’re stuck in is for the birds.

That said, I’ll go at her pace, of course. I never want to pressure her.

But now that she’s dealt with Weston, maybe she can close the door on her past and move gradually towards her future…

And I hope that will include me.

Still distracted, I walk into TNT for my shift.

Eddie greets me at the door. “Hey, my man. How’s it going?”

“Good!” I give him our usual handshake, and he waves me through with a wink.

That was strange. What was the wink for?

I salute to Luke, who is setting up the bar to the left, and set down my stuff next to my piano. Andy is already there, playing some scales to warm up.

“Hey, Andy!”

He gives me a brief lift of his chin as he continues to play.

As the bar opens and my shift begins, I keep hoping to catch a glimpse of Lucy. But an hour later, I’m starting to think she won’t make it.

Disappointment wells inside of me. I mean, she never said she would definitely come, only that she would try. I’m sure she was overwhelmed by her meeting with Sophia today. I remind myself she may need to take things slow.

And for Lucy, I’m willing to wait for as long as it takes.

As I’m finishing up a song, Andy walks over to my side of the stage and says, “Hey, a friend of mine has a special request, so why don’t you take a quick break for the next few?”

I shrug and nod. I’ve been playing for the past hour straight, which is not a big deal, but I always take a break when offered, since I never know when I’ll get another one.

Grabbing a water bottle, I take a long swig, my eyes flicking to the corner of the bar.

A gorgeous woman in a sky-blue dress with long black hair heads my way .

I almost choke when I realize it’s Lucy with a microphone.

Andy begins playing the low notes of the beginning of a song I know so well, especially since now it has deep, personal meaning to me.

As he repeats those bass notes, Lucy lifts the microphone to her lips, her eyes never leaving mine.

“I met this amazing guy a few weeks back. We started off with a fake date, but I was just fooling myself. I had feelings for him from the very start. This man changed my life. When I didn’t believe in myself, he believed in me for the both of us.

He was there for me when I needed him. He let me know how much I meant to him, every step of the way.

” She pauses, her eyes becoming shiny. “I once told him what we had wasn’t a big deal.

That was a lie. He isn’t just a big deal—he’s the deal. ”

My heart spasms inside of me. Is she saying what I think she’s saying? I find I’m holding my breath to hear the rest.

“And now, it’s time for me to be brave and take a leap of faith, the way he’s always done for me. Jake Whitlock, you’ve always been enough. You’re everything. I love you. I choose you. And because I never want to miss another moment with you, this is for you.”

And to my utter shock, Lucy launches into her own stripped-down version of “I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing.”

My mouth drops open as Lucy comes closer and closer to me, so beautiful and confident, so sexy and compelling. She settles on top of the closed piano lid and crosses her legs, singing to me as if we’re the only ones in the room.

My heart is ripped apart and put back together again in the span of the five minutes of the song.

This woman.

Oh my God. I’ll never recover.

As Lucy ends the song and the last note dies into the air and the crowd goes wild, I pick her up off of the piano and press my mouth to hers.

“I love you, Lucy Chang,” I murmur into her ear.

As we gaze into each other's eyes, I feel like the luckiest man in the world.

It occurs to me then that home for me isn't a place…it's a person.

And she's shown me that I've always been enough.

The applause takes a while to die down, and Andy picks up the next song. He tells the crowd that I’m taking a break and may be back later in the evening.

And then he jokes: “And maybe he won’t.”

I give him my best eyeroll before turning to Lucy. “On that note, I wish we could go somewhere a little more private.”

“Well, good thing you’ve got us,” Luke says, materializing from nowhere, holding a keychain in the air. “And it wasn’t just me. The ladies helped too.”

Zoe, Amelia, and Isabelle wave from their table just a couple of feet away.

“Have fun!” Iz squeals.

“What is this for?” I ask, exchanging a look with Lucy, who looks equally puzzled .

“The room upstairs,” Luke grins. “We usually keep it locked but occasionally let people who work late crash in there. Figured you two might want to…talk.” He wiggles his eyebrows.

I’m not currently looking at Lucy, but I’m pretty sure she is blushing pink at this moment.

My heart pounds at the thought of myself and Lucy together…in a bedroom. Glancing down at Lucy, I hold out my hand. “What do you say?”

“Yes, please,” she says, slipping her hand into mine.

And then we are off, giddy and running like mad to the stairwell. At the top of the stairs, I can barely get the door open, and we burst into the room, which is decorated with rose petals.

I pull Lucy into my arms, my mouth hot and seeking on hers. “I’ve missed you so goddamned much,” I murmur.

“Less talking and more kissing,” she says, grabbing the front of my shirt and tugging me forward, backing up until she has sandwiched herself between me and the wall.

“There’s a bed—” And then I’m pressed against all of her soft curves, my cock already responding to her. “Lucy.”

“I need you inside me right now.”

That’s all the encouragement I need. I quickly undo my belt buckle, and slide my cock out of my boxer briefs; unsurprisingly, I’m hard as a rock.

After spitting into my hand, I reach under that blue dress that she wore just for me, slide her already dampened panties to the side and swipe my slickened fingers against her hot slit .

She whimpers as I spread open her folds, and a moment later, my fingers enter her.

“You are already so wet for me,” I pant as I plunge my fingers in and out a few times, stretching her.

“Hurry,” she urges me. Her hand reaches around my cock to help position me at her entrance, and I’m shocked that I don’t come right then and there. With one long stroke, I’m deep inside her.

Back against the wall, Lucy is panting and wriggling, impaled on my cock, and I’ve never seen anything so hot in my life.

I lift her right leg and hook her knee around my hip, and we both moan in response to the adjustment. I rest my forehead against hers, breathing hard. “God, Lucy. You are everything,” I grit out as I shove into her again and again.

She meets every thrust with a responding arch of her own hips. Her hot opening is the perfect, tight sheath for me, encircling me and never letting me go.

I hope she never does.

Reaching down between our bodies, I swipe her clit in lazy circles, because I need to take her over the edge with me. I refuse to climax without her. But all it takes is a few flicks.

“Jake, I’m coming!” she whimpers, her lips just grazing mine.

“Look at me, Lucy,” I say, and her eyes lock on mine the moment before her body starts to clench and shake around me.

Then my own climb begins. Still keeping my eyes on hers, I continue to plunge into her, the exquisite friction almost unbearable.

The pinnacle is so high that I’m blinded by the force of my orgasm.

Too soon, I’m over the cliff—toppling, falling, collapsing, emptying myself into this woman that I have fallen head over heels for.

“Jake,” she whispers.

“Lucy, I love you,” I say, my voice only a hoarse whisper.

“I love you too.” The sound of those words from her lips is so sweet that I feel like I could fall apart from happiness.

Maybe I already have.

I gently lift her curtain of hair and tuck it behind her shoulder, pressing my lips softly on her neck. Then laughter rumbles out of me.

“What?” her voice sounds amused.

“We didn’t even make it to the bed,” I chuckle.

Lucy giggles. “No, we did not.”

“What do you say we make use of it now?”

“That sounds like a perfect idea,” she says.

After cleaning up, we sit next to each other on the bed. This time I want to savor every moment. I tug her closer to me, pressing my lips against hers, easing her mouth open with my tongue.

Lucy moans and moves closer to me. I slowly unzip her dress and help her out of the sleeves. I trace a finger against her delicate jawline, the curve of her neck, the elegant collarbone. I hold her hand to assist her to standing, the dress puddling at her feet as she rises.

The vision of Lucy in only a lacy bra and panties is awe-inducing. “You are so beautiful,” I breathe .

“Your turn,” she says, grinning, as she pulls me to a stand. I tug my shirt over my head as she slides my pants down my legs. I’m already hard for her. She brushes her hand over my boxer briefs, and my cock responds, jerking to her touch.

I stop her hand in her tracks, and she pouts. “I need to see you,” I say, eyes raking over her perfect body.

Lucy slowly undoes the clasp of her bra and lets it drop to the floor.

My breathing goes ragged, and I’m stroking myself by the time her panties follow.

“Fair is fair,” she teases, and I never want this moment to end.

I slide out of my boxer briefs, already stained with cum, and my cock is already straining to be inside of her again. “Come here,” I say, taking her hand and pulling her to the bed.

I pull aside the covers and tug Lucy’s full naked length on top of my own. The skin to skin sensation is the most heady bliss I’ve ever felt. “You feel so fucking good,” I say as I nuzzle her neck.

“You too,” she murmurs, and then gasps as I flip her on her back and begin to wind my way down her body.

I close my mouth over one hardened nipple, and she arches against me. My fingers are already spreading her again, and she’s reaching for my cock, and suddenly I’m inside her again.

Holding myself still, encased in her molten heat, I stare into Lucy’s eyes. “I want to be with you, Lucy,” I say. “Today, tomorrow, and every day after that if you’ll have me.”

“I want to be with you too, Jake,” Lucy says, her eyes glowing. “You’re the only man I want. Can you ever forgive me? ”

“There’s nothing to forgive,” I say, and begin to move.

The next few moments are filled with gasps, moans, and quickening breaths as the second climax of the evening is even higher than the first. Shuddering time and time again into her, I never knew it could feel like this—like I’ve finally come home.