Page 127 of The Destruction You Desire

"Impatient, baby?"

"You're too slow."

Taking my length in my hand, I stroke slowly as I watch her play with herself.

"That how you do it when you're alone and thinking about me."

"Luc," she moans, pushing two digits inside herself.

"Fuck this." Marching forward, I press her legs as wide as they'll go and latch onto her clit, sucking so hard her back arches off the bed and her fingers pull at my hair as if she's trying to rip it from my scalp.

Her concerns about my mom seem to vanish because when I spear two fingers inside her and find her G-spot once again, she falls over the edge with a scream loud enough to wake the dead.

27

Peyton

Ifell asleep last night with the image of Luca with his niece Nadine giggling in his arms in my head. The way his eyes lit up when Shane walked into the room is something I want to witness again and again. And then when he swiped her straight out of his brother's arms, I swear to God my ovaries exploded.

But when I woke late this morning, I was in bed alone. I soon found he'd left me something to wear though because when I looked at the end of the bed, I found his jersey waiting for me.

The memory of him telling me last night that he wanted Kayden to watch him play made me smile. It's the first sign that he might be starting to see things straight again.

"Good morning," Maddie says, looking much sharper than I was sure she should this morning after the amount she drank last night.

"M-morning," I stutter, feeling awkward standing in just Luca's jersey. I was expecting to find him down here. "Where's Luc?"

"Oh, he's gone to work out with Shane. You remember how they like to run on the beach."

I smile at the memory of watching them race back and forth when we were kids.

"Lee?"

She shakes her head. "I haven’t seen him."

"He went out last night. I don't remember hearing him come back in."

"As much as I hate to admit it, Peyton. My boys are all grown up now. I've got to trust that they know what they're doing. Speaking of," she says, sliding a mug of coffee to me and nodding at the dining table. "I never got a chance to ask you about that bruise on your cheek yesterday."

I lift my hand to cover the purple mark on my face.

"It wasn't Luc," I say in a rush, needing to defend him.

"I know. If I had any suspicion that it was, I'd have kicked his ass by now."

I can't help but laugh. The thought of her even trying to get the better of any of her sons is amusing.

"It was Brett," I confess. Her fingers tighten around her mug, her knuckles going white with the force.

"Why don't you tell me all the bits you didn't get to last night? Like the truth about how you two got over the past. I know my son, Peyton. I know how much you leaving hurt him, how much he convinced himself he hated you. I can't imagine that he accepted you back into his life without a second thought."

"You got that right," I mutter, taking a sip of my coffee.

I give her a very PG-rated rundown of how we found each other again.

"Sounds like you've got the beginnings of a romance novel right there, young lady," she says softly when I've finished explaining, obviously not forgetting that I wanted to be a writer from as early as I can remember.

"I guess we just need to see if we'll get our happily ever after in the end."