Page 25 of Searching for Sadie (Mystic Falls #5)

LUCAS

W hen Lucas walked into his garage and saw Sadie standing there with tears in her eyes, it had woken up a part of him he hadn't felt in many years.

He was filled with the desire to go out and find whoever made her cry and punch him in the face.

He wasn't sure why, but he knew some piece of shit man was making her cry.

His mom was always really good at comforting people, but it wasn't something that came easily to Lucas.

He tried to remember what he'd seen her do.

It was a good thing she'd said no to the tea, because he didn't even think he had tea.

But he had her on the couch with a glass of water and handed her a box of tissues.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked gently.

"Not really," she said as she took one of the tissues and dabbed at her eyes.

His brow furrowed, he wanted to know who made her cry. He wanted her to stop crying. He wanted to take her into his arms and fix all her problems.

But again, he thought back to his mother.

She'd told him that sometimes it felt uncomfortable to let people have their own problems and emotions.

Sometimes people just needed a soft place to land.

As much as he wanted to fix her problem, he thought this might be one of those times she just needed his support. He could do that.

He placed a gentle hand on her knees as she wiped away a fresh tear.

"I'm sorry. I'm not sure why I came over. I should just head home."

"No, you did the right thingby coming here. I want to help you in any way I can," he said, hoping she understood the truth in those words.

"I just came home from Lexi and Liam's house. We got together to watch the first episodes of the reality show I was in before I moved."

He nodded. He'd actually forgotten those dropped tonight. "Not good?"

"No. Not good," she said as she wiped away another tear. His arm slid around her shoulder as he comforted her. "And the worst part is it's only going to get worse from here on out. It's just so embarrassing."

"I haven't seen the show, but there isn't a doubt in my mind that you have nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm sure it was all that fucker," he said as she rested her head on his shoulder. Even though the laughter she gave was weak, it felt like vindication.

"I know. It's all on him. I'm just so worried about how the next ones are going to go. I know the reason things didn't work out between us. It sucked living through it once, and now I have to live through it again, but this time everyone will know."

"What happened?"

"He wasn't attracted to me," she said so softly he could barely hear.

"Then he's crazy, Sadie. You're a total smoke show."

A corner of her mouth turned up ever so slightly and she patted his chest. He caught her hand and pressed into his chest, making her leave it there. He needed more physical contact with her at the moment.

"I've been bigger my entire life. I was raised to not let it bother me, and for the most part I don't. But I also know that society judges me for my body and has all kinds of preconceived notions about who I am and how I live my life. I know that."

Lucas found himself wanting to argue with her and tell her she was beautiful. Because she was beautiful, but he knew what she was saying. He could find her beautiful, and she could even find herself beautiful, but that did nothing to the outside world who put value on people's appearance.

He as well had always been a husky kid. And while he knew what he went through paled in comparison to what the world did to plus size women, he could understand better than some exactly what kind of bullshit she was dealing with.

While it seemed like her tears had dried up, thank god, because the sight of her crying almost broke his fucking heart, he was still in no hurry to leave this couch.

And it would seem, she wasn't either. They sat there with her head on his chest and his arms wrapped tight around her until he got an uncomfortable crick in his shoulder.

He could feel his fingers getting a little tingly, but it was a price he was willing to pay.

"I should probably go. It's getting late."

No. He did not want that.

"Or you could stay."

Her head lifted off his chest and she shot him a raised eyebrow.

"Not like that, Songbird. I'm just not ready to stop holding you yet."

"I'd have to go get something to sleep in."

"That's up to you," he said as he brushed a lock of hair off her forehead and tucked it behind her ear. "Or you could use one of my t-shirts."

A smile finally covered her beautiful face, and he wanted to fist pump into the air with the sweet feeling of victory.

"I could," she said in a way she didn't quite know how to interpret. "I don't think I've ever been able to do that before."

"What?"

"Sleep in the shirt of someone I've been dating. Before if I managed to squeeze into their shirts, they would not have been pajamas."

All the sudden she shot up and looked at him with an almost panicked look in his eyes. "Not that we're dating or anything... and I didn't mean anything about the shirt, just that..." she hid her face in her hands.

"Hey," he said in a low steady voice. "First off, we are totally dating. Second off, I know I'm a big guy. And yeah, Songbird, I can see all your beautiful curves, even the ones society doesn't love. I love them all. And you can totally wear my shirt to sleep in if you want."

Her hands fell away from her face and let a barely there vulnerable smile. Then to his pleasant surprise, she reached up and kissed him. When she pulled away, she seemed back to normal. Which was good, his heart couldn't handle his girl upset.

She stood up from the couch and offered him a hand.

While he didn't need it, he would never turn away contact with his sexy little next-door neighbor.

He followed behind her up the stairs and was on his very best behavior, not touching her perfect round ass once.

Even though he knew she was having a rough night, that didn't stop him from being attracted to her, only from acting on it until she wanted it just as much as he did.

When he got into his room he pulled out his softest roomiest t-shirt he had. It was his old Mystic Falls Hockey t-shirt. He handed it to her before turning around and heading into the bathroom.

When he came back into the room, he was just in time to see her crawling into his bed in his t-shirt and some light purple boyshort underwear with her lush round cheeks peeking out.

He couldn't comprehend in what world this woman would ever be deemed unattractive because, damn, he was fighting a boner just looking at her in his bed.

He crossed his room turning on his bedside lamp but turning off the large overhead one.

Once he threw back the covers and got in, she came right to him and laid her head on his chest, throwing one leg over his.

It was utter perfection. He could spend every night like this.

While they weren't there yet, he was getting more and more certain that was where he wanted to be heading.

He plugged his phone and checked his alarm.

"I have to get up around seven tomorrow. Do you have to be up at any particular time?"

"Not really," she said.

"Okay, well, you can stay here and sleep if you want to, but I gotta get up and head to a job site."

Her hand began to trace up and down his chest before snaking around his waist and holding him close.

"Thank you," she said softly.

"Anytime, Songbird."

He reached over and turned out his lamp.

The only light was the moonlight from the window.

It fell across her face giving her an angelic glow.

He bent down and kissed the top of her head breathing in the smell of coconuts from her shampoo.

He closed his eyes and melted into the feel of her soft body pressing into his.

Her breathing had slowed and become rhythmic.

Only then did he close his eyes and drift off to sleep.

The next morning, he woke up to the sun shining and the alarm on his phone going off.

He quickly silences it before shutting the blinds, keeping his room as dark as possible for Sadie who was still sleeping in his bed.

Quietly he made his way to the bathroom and brushed his teeth before hopping in the shower.

The warm spray of the water on his face helped to wake him up.

The events of the night before were playing in his head.

I wanted to know why she was so upset. What had happened on the show?

He wanted to watch it, but in a weird way it almost felt like a violation of privacy or something.

He would have to ask her if she minded if he watched it.

As he turned to rinse the shampoo from his hair, the door to the shower opened. In walked a naked Sadie... and just like every single thought disappeared from his head.

All the breath left his body as she stepped right up to him and claimed his mouth. Oh fuck yeah! He wrapped his hand around her head deepening the kiss. His tongue swept into her mouth claiming her right back. His hand started to explore her wet naked body, but then she dropped to her knees.

"Baby, what are you doing?" he rasped out, his hand still in her hair.

She looked up at him and licked the underside of his cock.

"Sadie," he said through clenched teeth.

"Do you want me to stop?" she asked. But the sight of her on her knees before him with his dick in her hands, no, he didn’t want her to stop.

Her hand gripped his cock and began to work him.

"Lucas?" she asked.

Oh, right, she was waiting for an answer.

"No, I don't want you to stop."

That was all she needed. she licked his cock again before taking the head into her mouth and sucking.

She steadied herself with one hand on thigh and the other gripped the base of his cock.

She worked it as she took him deeper into her mouth.

The sight of her mouth stretched around his thick cock had him just about there.

It's only been a few moments, and he was already about to come.

He clenched his teeth, one hand grasping the shower wall and the other held her hair back so he could watch her work.

He hadn't seen anything more beautiful than this in his entire life.

At least none that he could recall at the moment.

She took him deep and he hit the back of her throat while her other cupped his balls.

It was heaven. The feel of her hands and mouth on his body was pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

Clenched his entire body, fighting the urge to buck into her mouth.

But she slid around and cupped his ass and pushed further into her mouth.

His hand fisted into her hair as he started to slowly roll his hips. And then she moaned. She fucking moaned. He was gone.

"Sadie," he ground out. "I'm going to come."

She looked up at him with her deep brown eyes and nodded. At that his stomach clenched as he released hot spurts of cum down her throat. She sat back on her heels and grinning up at him.

"Fuck," he groaned as he helped her up.

He moved to pull her closer. The showered wasn't quite big enough to fuck her the way he wanted to, but he was ready to get his hands and mouth on her perfect pussy. Only she kissed him but pulled away. Then she opened the shower door like she was about to slip out.

"Just where do you think you're going?" He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close.

"I have to go."

"Songbird, that's not how this works."

"Just this once it can be how it works. I need to get home, and you need to get to work. I just wanted to say thank you for last night."

He held her close and kissed her before pressing his forehead to her. "You don't have to thank me for that. I'm here for you, any time, any place. You never have to give me a blow job to say thank you."

"I know, it wasn't like that. I just wanted to."

He searched her eyes, making sure she was telling the truth. While he would never say no to a blow job, transactional sex was not the kind of relationship he was looking for.

"You sure?"

"I'm positive. I just woke up with a need for your dick in my mouth.” She batted her eyes at him and smirked. He was a goner. “Now I have to go get ready to spend the day with my mom and you need to go to work."

"Okay," he said, eyeing her carefully. "Will I see you later tonight?"

"I'm hoping so."

"Okay, I should be done by six, then I'm home for the night," he said.

"Sounds good, I'll see you later."

Then she gave him another quick kiss and left the shower just as quickly as she'd entered it.

When he heard the bathroom door close, he closed his eyes and let his head fall against the cool tile. "Fuck," he groaned out again.

Then he finished his shower and got ready for his day with a little more pep in his step. The sight of Sadie on her knees in the shower kept popping into his thoughts making him smile. It was going to be a good day.