u/swiftmotives

The first three chapters are not very spicy, they are build up. Fair warning.

Synopsis: Claire has been in love with her best friend, Jesse since the eighth grade. On the eve of Jesse's 27th birthday, Claire finally finds the courage to tell him how she feels, until she finds him with Vanessa, his new girlfriend he never mentioned having.

Jesse's always known he had feelings for Claire, but he never dared chase them, for fear of ruining the friendship they share. Thankfully, he hides it well, until he can't be bothered to fight it anymore.

And Vanessa? She's the catalyst that sets everything in motion.

This whole thing was inspired by Sombr's song "Back To Friends." Tropes include: friends to lovers, cheating, a love triangle, revenge, harbored feelings, miscommunication, and games of love. Pairings include F/M || F/F || F/F/M

There's about 26 chapters, give or take. I plan to post at most one per day. Hope you like it and as always thanks for reading!

Claire

The elevator buzz echoes in my ears and the doors slowly creak open. Reluctantly, I step inside with a card in my purse that will hopefully change the trajectory of my life for the better, forever.

Standing outside my best friend Jesse’s apartment, I somehow muster up the fleeting courage to lift my fist and knock on his door. It’s mere minutes before midnight, and I’m surprising him with a slice of his favorite chocolate cake from the little mom and pop bakery across town for his birthday. Well, that and a card in which I’ve written all the things and bountiful reasons why I can’t help but love him.

After standing there for a few minutes contemplating and debating what I’m going to say to him, I knock on the door. A minute passes and I consider knocking again until I hear the faint click of a lock. When the door swings open my smiling face falters. Jesse’s brows are knit, his lips are pink and swollen, and his messy dark brown hair falls haphazardly in his face.

“Surprise!” I pull him in for a hug, but when I pull back he’s grimacing. “What’s wrong?”

“Claire, now’s not a good time.” He says while gripping the back of his neck awkwardly. A sliver of his abdomen shows, catching my eye just as I hear a vivacious voice round the corner.

“Come back to bed, babe.” Coos a female tone and my spine instantly stiffens. My cheeks paint themselves a lovely shade of puce while I feel like I’m going to puke any minute now. He has a woman with him? Fuck! Dainty hands wrap themselves around his trim waist as a gorgeous brunette peeks out at me from behind his back. “Who’s this?” She asks him while pulling away and crossing her arms. I could say the same thing.

“No one.” I say to her. “Don’t worry, I’m not staying.” From my purse I extract the small carry out container with a slice of cake for Jesse while forcing the card deeper into my bag. “Happy birthday. Sorry for interrupting your er… evening.”

Pacing my way back down the hall, I head for the elevator all frazzled and flustered. Just as I’m pushing the button to close the doors an arm juts out, stopping them from shutting. I glance up as Jesse steps into the lift and embraces me. Immediately, I sink into him. “Thank you for the cake.” He says to me softly. “That was Vanessa you met back there.” He mentions, his voice coming out flat. “I’ve been seeing her for a few weeks now.” As if he needs to explain anything to me. We’ve been friends since middle school, always paired together because of our last names, Harrison and Hart. It brought us together in the most monumental way possible.

“You don’t owe me an explanation.” I tell him softly. “Go enjoy your birthday. I hope you like the cake.” My feeble voice barely rings out. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” I ask meekly.

“Dinner at Finnigan’s like always?”

“Always.” I say as he pulls me in for a quick hug that crushes my bones and squashes my spirit at the same time, knowing I’m not the one he’s returning to, instead I’m the one he’s letting go. He steps back and waves at me as the doors slowly close shut. Once I’m free from his guilty gaze I lean back against the wall and hold my head in my hands. That did not go like I had planned.

 ***

I continue to check the time on my phone, wondering if he’s ever going to bother to show, because lately Jesse’s been a little flaky. We were supposed to meet at seven and it’s going on seven-thirty. Where the hell is he? I’m about to click on his contact and call him when I hear my name coming from the entrance.

“Claire!” He calls as he makes his way over to me, his hand clasped to another’s. Behind him is the woman from last night, Vanessa. Standing up straight, I greet him with a hug as I wait for him to introduce the two of us. He glances at Vanessa and throws an arm around her possessively. “Claire, this is my girlfriend, Vanessa. Vanessa, this is my best friend, Claire.” Jesse gestures between the two of us. Vanessa smiles at me while I awkwardly wave in her direction.

Finding my voice, I say to her, “It’s nice to meet you.” I tuck a piece of my dirty blonde hair behind my ear, chuckling. “Sorry about last night. I didn’t think Jesse was going to have company. I didn’t know...”

Vanessa turns to him as we settle into the booth. “You haven’t told her about me? We’ve been together over a month!” She says ‘her’ with venom spitting from her tongue. I’m watching Jesse as he squirms in his seat while I also wonder why I’m only now just finding out about Vanessa.

He reaches for her hand and she lets him take it. “I wanted to make sure we were serious first.” My throat constricts as an uncomfortable chill prickles its way down my spine. They’re serious? How serious? Oh my god, does he love her? I can feel the sweat as it starts to form on my back and puddle in my palms.

“Oh, Jesse.” Vanessa leans over and kisses him with tongue, practically marking her territory right in front of me. “Isn’t he the sweetest?” She asks me while batting her long eyelashes in his direction, her claw like nails digging into his chest. I get it bitch, he’s yours.

“Oh, he’s the bee's knees.” I reply facetiously while scrunching up my nose and reaching for my drink. This is going to be a long, torturous evening.

Once the waiter comes and takes our orders, I start the dreaded conversation. “So how did you two meet?” I ask as I start sucking down my second martini.

Vanessa blushes with a sultry little smile on her lips. “I work at Giselle’s. I’m a waitress there.” Giselle’s is a Gentleman’s club one town over. I glance from her smile down to her chest and the math makes sense. As much as I refuse to admit it out loud, she’s gorgeous. With piercing blue eyes, a few shades lighter than mine, full pink lips, and eyelashes that never end, she’s everything I wish I was while also being everything I hate. And I hate that she’s with Jesse. My Jesse!

I glance over at Jesse and he smirks. “I met her when I was there for Paul’s bachelor party. I jokingly asked her for a lap dance and even though she may have said no, the night ended differently.” He says as if he’s trying to defend himself to me. I internally self combust.

Throughout dinner Vanessa controls the conversation while finding any and every excuse to touch Jesse or play with his already messy hair. She can see right through me, I can tell. The envy is evident on my thin-lipped grin, but thankfully Jesse is about as clueless as a goldfish. Vanessa though, not so much. Hence why she claims him every chance she can get, going so far as to feed him his french fries. The sight alone is rather unsettling.

“So how long have you two known each other?” Vanessa asks me but Jesse interrupts, answering for me.

“Since the sixth grade. Her last name is Harrison, so we were always paired up together in class. And it kind of just stuck.”

“Do you remember that time Mrs. Polk messed up my name? She called me Claire Hart and all the kids in the class laughed, joking that I was going to marry you one day?” I say, laughing as I think back to that moment now with a smile on my face. Jesse was so embarrassed that even his ears had turned red. Mrs. Polk became my favorite teacher that day.

“How wrong they were.” Jesse laments with a chuckle. “There’s no way I’d be good enough for you.”

Once we get started down the path to memory lane, we don’t stop. We start sharing old stories between us while Vanessa watches the exchange with flared nostrils. Whatever she sees she doesn’t like, I can see it in her narrow baby blue eyes and the slight curve of a frown on her face.

“And remember that time in Mr. Jensen’s class? When he moved our seats for cheating in chemistry?” Jesse asks. He had never been able to master the art of balancing an equation.

I nod my head and start laughing. “Remember when we found a way to pass notes through the Kleenex box? I think he was ready to commit murder when he found out. The vein in his forehead wouldn’t stop throbbing. I’m pretty sure he’s the one teacher who didn’t like me, and we both know he hated you.”

“Oh, without a doubt.” Jesse snorts while slapping the table, making the ice in our drinks clink. “He abhorred us. We were the bane of his existence back then. I’m pretty sure he told my mom that once during conferences. Mary was not happy with me that evening.”

I tilt my head to the side and I sigh. “How is Mary doing? I feel like I haven’t seen her in ages.” I sip my drink through my straw while Vanessa watches me closely with daggers in her eyes. This chick does not like me in the slightest and all I have to say is touché.

“She’s good. She asks about you every time we talk.” Jesse smiles and I swoon sideways on my seat.

Vanessa pipes up, inserting herself into the discussion. “Who’s Mary?”

“My mom.” Jesse replies. “She’s excited to meet you.”

“What have you told her about me?” Vanessa asks.

“Everything. Well, almost everything.” He says while wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. My face blanches as he leans in close to her and kisses her deeply, as if I’m not sitting across from them, watching. I force myself to look away, wanting to crawl out of my own skin just being near them. Wanting to tear my heart right out of its cavity because it’s currently being stomped all over unbeknownst to Jesse.

When he heads for the restroom minutes later Vanessa clears her throat loudly, causing me to jump out of my skin. “So, how long have you been in love with Jesse?”  Failing miserably at trying not to give her the satisfaction of a reaction, my eyes bug out of my head, my jaw falls to the table, and I start stammering.

“What, uhh, what do you mean? Me, love Jesse? Uhh, you’ve got to be crazy.”

Vanessa shakes her head while a villainous smile decorates her lips. “Oh honey, it’s written all over your face. Jesse seems to be oblivious, albeit most men usually are, but you're as translucent as plastic wrap.”

I swallow the growing lump in my throat while sweat continues to pool in uncomfortable places. “He’s my best friend. He’s nothing more than that.” I say, my voice coming out all small and weak sounding.

“He’s never mentioned you, you know.” My stomach tightens when she talks. “You think he would’ve mentioned his best friend. Then again it’s hard for him to speak when he’s finding heaven between my legs all the time.”

Heat rises up my neck and straight to my cheeks. I almost want to ask what that’s like but I bite my tongue so hard I draw blood. Just as I’m about to respond she opens her mouth once more. “You two have never fucked, have you?” I shake my head, feeling my ears burn up. “But you’ve wanted to, haven’t you?”

I start playing with the sleeves of my sweater under the table, suddenly finding the fabric fascinating. “Aww that’s so cute. It’s okay if you want to, Claire. As long as you remember that he’s mine. Jesse’s not yours, and he’ll never be yours. Fantasize about him all you want, at the end of the night I’m the one he’s taking home. Not you.”

I find a loose piece of thread along the seam of my sweater and start to tug on it. “I’m well aware.” I say curtly. She must feel threatened by me if she feels the need to remind me I’m not the one sleeping with Jesse because thanks, I know!

“Just wanted to make it clear. Your eyes were giving off lusty vibes during your good old days chat and I can’t have that. I suggest you tell Jesse you’re tired and that you’re heading home early.” I yank harder on the loose string and watch as the seam tightens before I pull the string free.

“Excuse me?” I meet her gaze and her eyes are an icy, crystal blue.

Vanessa sits back and crosses her arms over her ample chest. “You heard me. I want you to leave. I don’t exactly appreciate you lusting after my boyfriend right before my eyes.”

I mirror her movements and reply, “Well, bad news for you because I’m not going anywhere. You’ve known him for one month. I’ve known him for fifteen years. You better get used to having me around.”

She sneers at me just as Jesse returns to the table. Unable to sense the tension between us, he claps his hands together and smiles. “How about some cake?” He says before slipping into the booth, wrapping an arm around her and kissing her again. Unsure of how many more public displays of affection I can stomach, I consider turning in. The only thing stopping me is Vanessa’s prior remark. I’d be giving in to her and I don’t want to give her the gratification of having the upper hand, knowing that she affected me the way that she has.

“Cake sounds great.” I say, plastering a fake smile on my face, making sure to nod in Vanessa’s direction.

“I thought you said you weren’t feeling well?” Vanessa asks me, feigning concern.

“Oh, what’s wrong Claire?” Jesse asks, reaching out and touching my hand for comfort. I hate that I like it and I love how Vanessa responds, her eyes glaring at our clasped hands.

“Nothing’s wrong.” I reassure him but Vanessa continues on with whatever narrative she’s fabricated in her head to get rid of me.

“What about the cramps you mentioned?”

My cheeks flare as I pull on the sleeves of my sweater. “I’ll be okay.” I shrug her off as if nothing’s wrong because nothing is wrong except her being here.

“I don’t know, you look kind of pale.”

Jesse scrutinizes my appearance, with his thick eyebrows knit together in concentration. I flush even more beneath his unwavering stare. “I think she looks good.” Jesse says, shrugging.

There are so many words he could have used to describe me. Fine, okay, alright, but good? Dammit, why’d he have to say good?

“Thanks, Jesse.” I say to him with a small grin. Beside him Vanessa frets. As much fun as it is to poke the beast, being around her is like some special form of hell for me. I stretch in my seat and make a scene of yawning. “I am pretty tired, though. I think I’m going to head home.”

“No, don’t go.” Jesse mumbles, sounding bummed as I motion to the waiter for the check. Beside him Vanessa is beaming. She must be used to getting what she wants.

I cover the bill for everyone and stand up. “I’ll still see you tomorrow, right?” I ask Jesse tentatively. Sunday matinees of old films are a pretty typical tradition for us, although he’s been bailing on me the last few weeks. At least now I know why.

Jesse stands up too, pulling me into a bear hug that warms my entire body. I hide my face in his chest and inhale his familiar pine and cedar scent. Like usual, he kisses the top of my head and pulls away to look down at me while turning my legs into pudding in the process. “I’ll be there, my treat. I promise.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” I say, wishing to stay within his line of vision, only Vanessa’s scowling at me from behind him.

“Have a good night, guys. Nice, err, meeting you, Vanessa.”

“You too!” She says cheerily. “Hope you feel better!”

“Thanks!” I call over my shoulder. What a conniving, sneaky little bitch.

He wraps his hand around her hip, squeezing tight and my fists curl with jealousy as I follow them into the club. What does she see in this fool? I know, I know. He has fuck you money and the face of a Greek God (a comment left on his Instagram, not my actual opinion). Besides that, the guy is about as pretentious and arrogant as they come. Oh, and he drives a Tesla. What more do I have to say?

When Julia gets up to use the restroom, Pete turns his attention to me. It’s the first time he’s acknowledged me since we arrived at the club over an hour ago. He taps his breast pocket and nods to the bathroom. “Interested in a line?”

I shake my head. “No thanks, man.” 

He smiles a toothy, pearly white grin. “More for me.” At that moment a girl with an ass that could rival a Kardashian walks by our table. “Excuse me.” Pete says, following the woman over to the bar. I watch as he whispers something in her ear and they disappear down the hall toward the restrooms together. What a fucking prick.

Julia returns moments later. “Where’d Pete go?”

To do a line of coke in the restroom with a woman whose ass is as hot as your face.

“He went to the bathroom. May I ask what you see in that Neanderthal?”

She rolls her eyes. “He’s a good guy, Miles.”

“He’s a douche bag, Julia. I just saw him offer a Kardashian from wish dot com a line of coke. They’re in the bathroom right now.” Fuck, why did I say that? Because I want her. Because I need her to see how wrong he is for her.

Julia plays with the straw in her drink, acting cool but I can see the pain and rage alive inside her eyes. “Oh.” Is all she says.

I lean across the table. “Your boyfriend is more than likely cheating on you right now, and all you have to say is oh?” I swallow the rest of my beer. “Since when is it okay to allow yourself to be treated this way? You deserve so much better, Julia.”

Her green eyes are sparkling beneath the hazy lights. “Well then tell me where to find better, because according to you no one’s good enough for me.”

Okay, so history lesson 101. We’ve been friends since freshman year of college. We shared an apartment junior and senior year. Now we live in the same building, just on different floors. We’re tied at the hip in the most platonic way possible, but all I want is more.

I consider my next words very carefully. At least as carefully as I can given the fact that I’m three tall boys deep and feel like causing some trouble.

“Come home with me.” I say. Yeah, I definitely didn’t think that through. “Ditch the dick and come back to my place.”

Julia snorts. “To do what? Play Candy Land?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of naked Twister, but whatever you want is fine.”

The dumbfounded look on her face is nothing short of spectacular. “I… naked… what?”

“You heard me.” I say, my grin instantly flattening as soon as Pete rejoins us at the table, reeking of another woman’s perfume and, my god is that lipstick on his collar? How much more obvious can he get?

“Alright, I’m going to head home. Julia?” 

She blinks a few times, still trying to grasp what I said to her, along with Pete’s current condition. When she doesn’t say a word I start to walk away. 

“Wait!”

I stop and turn fast enough to witness her slap him and toss a drink in his face. Priceless.

“What the fuck, babe?”

She gives him a menacing look. “You know what you did. Go snort sawdust, asshole.” She climbs out of the booth, giving him the finger as she goes. When she reaches me, she grabs my hand and nudges me to move. “Go, go, go!” She shouts in my ear, not letting go of my hand until we reach the pavement.

“That was awesome!” I tell her, wrapping my right arm around her shoulder and pulling her in closer. Just close enough that I can smell her hair. Mmm, coconut.

She links her fingers through mine and sighs as we walk the two blocks to our building. “Did you mean what you said back there?” She asks me after a few minutes of silence.

“Which part?”

“The naked Twister part.”

“Oh that part. Of course. Why wouldn’t I want to play naked Twister with you? You’re hot.” She stops in her tracks, but I just keep walking. 

“Miles!” She cries and I stop and turn back to look at her with hearts in my eyes.

“Well, are you coming or what?” 

She bites her lip and catches up to me, linking her fingers through mine.

**[SKIP]**

When we get back to my place, I put on a record and pull out the game of Twister. If she thinks I was kidding she is surely mistaken.

Julia saunters into the room with a drink in her hand. “Oh my god, are you serious, Miles?”

I set the game box on the coffee table and walk over to her. I take her drink from her hand and place it on the table. She looks so pretty, standing in front of me in a little black dress that hugs her body in all the right places. Getting a little reckless, I bend low, tuck my arm under her legs, and carry her over to the couch. Keeping my eyes trained on hers, I kneel at her feet, lift one of her legs into my lap and start undoing the straps on her shoe. She watches me with bated breath.

“Have I ever told you, how fucking crazy you make me?” I ask her.

“N-No.” I slip her right heel off her foot and begin working on the other.

“Well, now you know.” I lean forward, just far enough that my breath mingles with hers. “You drive me fucking crazy, Julia. And if I have to watch you date one more worthless loser, I’m going to lose my goddamn mind. You deserve so much better.” I toss her other heel to the side and slowly run my hands up her legs, touching her in ways I’d only ever imagined before now. I wait for her to kick me, to push me away and say no but she doesn’t utter a word.

My hands move up to her thighs, getting closer and closer to the hem of her dress. When she finally speaks, her words maim me. “I’ve never thought of you that way.” She whispers. I pull away but she brings me right back. “I never considered you an option.”

I drop my head and kiss the inside of her knee. “Well start considering me, babe. Because I’m not giving up any time soon.”

My hands have drifted somewhere beneath her dress as my lips slowly move up the inside of her thigh. She doesn’t say a word, she just spreads her legs, giving me all the confirmation I need to know that she wants this, too.

I gaze up into her unforgiving green eyes as my fingers tease the lace of her underwear. 

“Tell me what you’re thinking.” I say just as my nose brushes the hem of her dress.

“I’m thinking about how fucking good you feel right now.” She admits. I wrap my fingers around her panties and pull them down her legs in one swift motion. I can’t get over how soft and smooth she is. I reach my hand back below her dress and rub circles into her bare mound.

“I’m thinking about how long I’ve wanted this.” I tell her, even though she didn’t ask. I’m so gone, I’m not even trying to hide how I feel anymore. I just need her to know. “You make it difficult for me to breathe when you cross my mind. And I think about you all the fucking time.”

The silence is deafening when the record player clicks off, signaling that the disc needs to be flipped. Neither of us moves. I need her to say something, the room is far too quiet except for the sounds of our shaky breaths.

She pushes my hands away and stands to her feet. She lifts her mahogany hair from her shoulders and turns her back to me. “Unzip me, Miles.”

“Fuck.” I whisper under my breath as I stand and let my fingers linger on her skin as I tug her zipper all the way down, until I can see the dimples on her lower back.

“Take it off.” She mumbles and I run my hands over her shoulders, lowering the straps over her arms. I pull on the hem and watch as the fabric pools around her ankles, leaving her bare for me. If hearts could skip, mine would in this moment.

She turns to face me and I am riddled by her beauty. I keep my eyes trained on her face; her gleaming green eyes, her full, red lips, and her pink cheeks. “Look at me, Miles.”

I raise a confused brow. “I am.”

She takes a step back and shakes her head. “No.” She says. “Look at me. All of me.”

I glance down and my breathing staggers. She’s so fucking gorgeous. Venus couldn’t hold a candle to her if she tried. Her breasts are perfect, no bigger than a handful as I reach out and touch her. “So fucking soft.” I whisper as I swipe the pad of my thumb over her taut nipple and capture it between my fingers. My eyes wander farther down her body, soaking in her flawless figure. She’s always been perfect to me.

Her lips curve into a smile as they part, releasing a moan so sweet my cock throbs for her. She sits down on my couch and crosses her legs. I move to join her but she holds her hand out to stop me. “Strip for me.”

I don’t have to be told twice. I practically tear the t-shirt off my body as I hurriedly drop my jeans and briefs to the ground. My cock is so fucking hard it’s stretched all the way up my stomach. 

Julia sits up on the edge of the cushion and curves her finger in my direction, beckoning me over. “You have such a nice body, Miles.” She says as she drags her nails over the divots in my abs while my cock practically bobs in her face. With the sweetest smile painted on her lips, she sticks her tongue out and rests my balls on her face as she licks me from my perineum, up over my balls all the way to the tip of my dick.

“Fuck, Julia.” I groan, reaching down to pat her on the head as she wets my cock with her tongue. I fist her hair and guide her over the tip of my dick. She puckers up and places a wet, sloppy kiss to my head. “You want this cock?”

She looks up at me with her gorgeous green fuck me eyes and nods. “So bad.”

“Good. Now open your fucking mouth and take it.” 

She parts her lips, licking them slowly with her tongue before she wraps herself around me. Holy shit. Her mouth feels like I’ve been kissed by an angel. Her tongue is quick as it swipes back and forth along the underside of my cock as she slowly takes me in. Spit drips from her lips and it gathers around her hand that surrounds the base of my length.

I’m convinced her mouth was made for my cock. And fuck, is she an instant keeper. She spits, she sucks, she gags, and I can only assume she swallows, too.

It’s sloppy, it’s messy, and it’s so fucking sexy, watching her as she tries to bring me to my knees with her magical mouth. Yanking her by the hair, I pull her off me before it’s too late for me to feel her tight pussy wrapped around me. And fuck, I bet she’s so tight, too. I shiver at the thought of it.

Spit drips from her lips that she wipes away with the back of her hand. “How was that?”

“Worth the wait.” 

I drop to my knees in front of her, lifting her by the underside of her thighs, bending her body like a pretzel into the couch as I trace a line down her inner thigh with my tongue. The outside of her cunt is already glistening with her delicious arousal. I can smell it and fuck, she smells so good. I bet she tastes good, too.

With my palms on her thighs, I reach my thumbs out and spread her lips until all I see is pink. Like a starved man, I dive right in, relishing in her sweet essence.

“Ohh, ohh yeah.” She moans as she grabs hold of my hair between her fingers. This is everything I’ve ever wanted and it’s better than I could have ever imagined. Because no one’s ever tasted like her. I could spend hours eating her out, until my jaw is ready to fall off, until she’s come so many times she’s forcing me to stop. I could stay down here forever and die a happy man.

I lick her up and down and side to side. I roll endless circles over her clit, licking and sucking until her thighs start to shake under my grip. 

“Miles, oh fuck, so — so good.” She whimpers and my chest inflates inside me. She’s pressing me harder against her. She’s grinding her hips up into my face. I dip my tongue into her cunt, in and out as I try to keep her from coming. Because I don’t want to stop. Now that I’ve had a taste I never want to quit her. She is the strongest drug to ever exist.

I pull away for a second to catch my breath. “Gonna come on my tongue, baby?”

“Shut up.” She nods and forces my head back down. I keep my eyes trained on her. Her face is red and her beautiful lips are parted in a moan so fucking breathtaking I couldn’t look away if I tried.

All it takes is a few more licks, a few more hits of her and she comes, dripping her cum onto my tongue like honey.

I pull away and slap her pussy a few times with my fingers. “Ready for me?” I ask her softly, leaning forward to kiss her deeply, giving her a sense of what she tastes like.

“Mmmhm."

I get to my feet and offer her a hand. I walk her around the couch and bend her over, slapping her firm ass hard with my right hand while I clasp onto her hair with my left. I enter her excruciatingly slow, focusing on how she tightens around me instantly and I groan so loud.

“Tight enough for you?” She asks me, grinding her ass back and forcing my cock all the way inside her. My fucking god she feels like paradise. Even better than paradise. She feels like home.

“Oh baby, you have no idea.” I grunt, bucking my hips into hers to a steady rhythm. I don’t want to go too fast. I want to enjoy this, I want to make it last.

I watch as my cock enters her, stretching her pussy to capacity. Fuck, her ass is so hot, all I want to do is play with it and touch it; see how she reacts. Letting the intrusive thoughts win, I wet my thumb and I grab her by the ass cheek, tapping her opening with the pad of my thumb. "Ooooh." She moans. With her encouragement I dip my thumb inside her hole. "Fuck, Miles." She pushes her ass back into me, taking my thumb in deeper as I continue to piston my cock inside her deliciously tight cunt.

“Harder.” She begs me as her back arches, changing up the angle and somehow now she feels even better.

Sticking to the rhythm I’ve started, I dig my cock into her cunt with more gusto, listening as she whimpers with every fucking thrust I make into her perfect little pussy.

“Miles. Oh my god. How do you feel so good?” She cries out as I tug harder on her hair. I pull my thumb out of her and slap her ass until her cheek is scarlet.

“You feel better.” I tell her as she starts to pulse around my cock. 

“Fuck! Ohhh! Oh yes!” She’s practically screaming as she comes around my cock. I squeeze my eyes shut. She’s so fucking tight and she feels so good that it’s only seconds before I’m pulling out and pumping my cock, coming all over her ripe ass cheek.

“Fucking amazing.” I whisper under my breath. I wipe her off with some tissue before spinning her in my arms and kissing her until I literally can’t breathe.

“So, remember how I told you that you deserved better?” I ask.

She nods, a coy little grin on her lips. “Yes.”

I give her a confident smile. “So am I better?”

She grabs the hair at the nape of my neck and drags her lips over to my ear. She whispers to me so lightly I get chills. “You are the fucking best.”

Synopsis: Amy offers Liam a new place to come besides the shower.

My roommate is a dick.

Every morning he takes a shower that lasts until the water runs cold, leaving me with no hot water to shower in. 

I’ve confronted him about it, but he doesn’t seem to care. 

“What are you doing in there for so long anyway?” I wonder.

The corner of his mouth ticks up. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Ewww. In the shower?”

“It’s the best place to do it. The mess cleans up itself.”

I shudder and head to my room for the night. “Just save me some hot water, okay?”

Liam smiles. “I’ll try, but I can’t make any promises.”

The next morning there’s no hot water. 

When I get home from work I find him sprawled across the couch, playing some stupid racing game. “There was no hot water again this morning.” I tell him, taking the spot beside him and reaching for the remote.

“Sorry, Amy. I had a lot on my mind.” He glances at me out of his peripherals and pauses his game.

“You seem to have a lot on your mind every morning.”

He smirks. “Want to know what I think about?” He asks. Just as I’m about to oppose he continues on. “I think about you. About the way you strut around this apartment wearing fucking booty shorts and crop tops every day. The way you come home from work in those tight ass skirts that hug your hips so fucking snug I pop a semi just thinking about them.” He glances down to my lap. “You know, like the one you’re wearing right now.”

I swear all the air in the room evaporates, because what he said hits me hard. He jacks off to the thought of me? 

I can’t help it, the thought intrigues me. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t masturbate to the thought of him a time or two, imagining what that smart mouth can do.

“And you do this because you’re trying to avoid making a mess?” I ask him while the gears start spinning loose in my head.

He shrugs. “Mostly, yeah.”

“How about we make a deal? Any time you feel the need for release, come find me and I’ll give you somewhere to come that’s mess-free.” I pause and gaze over at his shell-shocked expression. “In return, I get to take a hot fucking shower in the morning.”

He’s quiet.

The room is silent except for the sound of his deep breaths. “What do you mean mess-free?”

I roll my eyes. “You have two options. You can come here.” I point to my mouth. “Or you can come here.” And I point to my pussy.

“You mean like, inside?” He says, his breath rattling.

I nod. “Mmhm. As much and as often as you want. Breed me for all I care. I just know I want to feel your hot cum drip out of me afterwards.”

He drums his fingers on his thighs rapidly. “And I can do this any time I want to?” He asks, his green eyes boring into mine.

“Whenever you need to. As long as I get my hot showers back.”

He nods and goes silent for a moment. 

“Hey, Amy?”

“Yeah, Liam?”

I observe as he tugs on himself through his shorts. “I need a release.”

Heat pools in my belly instantly. “Okay.” I stand up to undress but he stops me.

“Keep the skirt on.” He glances at my face. “Glasses too.”

“Whatever you say.” I strip out of my shirt and bra and fall to my knees in front of him. Beneath his shorts his cock is throbbing, straining against the loose fabric. Curling my fingers around his waistband, I tug his shorts off his hips and am pleasantly surprised by the sight I’m greeted with. He’s so thick. Average in length but fuck, I know if I sat down on him right now he’d take me places I’ve never been before.

I wrap my hand around him and start to stroke, loving the way he throbs in my hand.

Leaning forward, I lick my lips before sucking his balls into my mouth one by one, rolling my tongue over the smooth and sensitive skin.

“Holy shit!” He groans. I look up at him through my glasses and grin while I hum needily around his balls before pulling off of him. Darting out my tongue, I draw straight lines up and down the length of his cock and open my mouth to slowly take him in.

My right hand pumps the base of his cock while I bob my head and work my tongue around his length. With my left hand I fondle his balls and roll them between my fingers. His hands reach for my ponytail and start to tug. I let him control the pace, let him use my mouth and fuck my throat until I choke but he doesn’t stop. He continues to piston his hips in and out of my mouth until I feel his balls tighten in my hand.

“Fuckkk, Amy.” He groans as his cock pulses in my mouth, spilling his delicious cum onto my tongue and down my throat. Once I know he’s done, I pull away and smile up at him.

“See, no mess.” I say while wiping the corners of my lips and patting his thigh gently.

The next morning I go to take a shower expecting hot water. Instead it’s frigid. I’m going to kill him.

******

I slam the door to the apartment closed when I get home from work. Kicking off my shoes, I stomp over to Liam’s room and walk right in, not bothering to knock. I catch him off guard, with his hard cock stiff in his hand.

“Again? You’ve got to be kidding me. First you come in my mouth last night. Then I take a shower this morning and it’s freezing. Now you’re jerking off again? I thought you liked to keep it mess-free?”

He looks up at me with a stupid smile on his face. “You’re right on time, I just started. Care to join me? I’d love to give that pussy a feel.”

I tremble from his words as I start stripping out of my clothes. I’ve thought of nothing but his cock for the last twenty-four hours. 

I crawl onto his bed and straddle his hips, hovering over his tip.

“Wait, don’t you need me to get you ready, or something?” 

I shake my head. “I’ve been thinking about this all fucking day. I’ve been ready since I woke up.” I drag my hand down my body and feel how wet I am with my fingers. Reaching across his body, I stick my fingers past his parted lips and watch as he moans around them.

“Fuck, I want you on my face, baby, you taste so good.”

Feeling frisky, I move up his body, until I’m straddling his face instead. As soon as his tongue collides with my pussy I start to whimper. “Yesss.” 

His mouth is like a dose of ecstasy. His tongue dips between my lips and slips over my clit, rolling and flicking the little bead until my thighs start to shake.

First he starts with the circles, slow and lazy in nature. Once I’m mewling for more, he flits his tongue over the swollen bead from side to side, this time faster and more precise with his movements. Then, he switches to vertical swipes of his tongue, applying just the right amount of pressure every time he flicks it up. “Mmmmm fuck.” He feels so good I want to scream.

I glance down and he’s looking up at me with a tenacity in his eyes that sends little shock waves of pleasure straight through to my center.

“If you don’t stop…” I start but then halt because it’s already over. I’m clutching onto the ends of his dark hair, careening as I ride out the high of my orgasm on his tongue.

On shaky legs, I turn around and crawl back down his body. With my back to him, I straddle his hips and drop down on his cock until he’s bottomed out inside of me. His hands grip my hips and rock me back and forth over his length.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groans, slamming my hips down while bucking his hips up and meeting me in the middle. His girthy cock stretches my walls so wide I almost want to cry, he feels so good.

“Liam – fuck, Liam you feel so fucking amazing.” I’m so glad I can’t see his face, I’m sure he’s beaming with pride, with that stupid cocky smile on his lips.

“Not as good as you do.” He cries while he thrusts up into me. His fingertips dig bruises into my skin. Beneath me his body tenses and his knees lock up, but I just keep bouncing in his lap.

“Ohhh fuckk.” He grunts while I feel him explode his load inside me while feeling the excess drip down my inner thigh.

I ride him until he’s soft then fall onto the bed beside him. 

“I swear to God, if the water isn’t hot tomorrow, I’m moving out.” I threaten him.

My showers are never cold again.

In honor of the hottest fucking week ever last week

Synopsis: Anna’s younger neighbor Cory invites her to stay over while her A/C unit is broken.

******

The air outside is thicker than my thighs. It’s so fucking hot out. My A/C unit died yesterday and it’s stifling in my apartment. The sun is just starting to set as I fan myself out on the balcony, praying for a breeze that never comes. My tan skin is slick and covered in a light sheen of sweat. 

“Hey, Anna.” My neighbor Cory waves at me in greeting, with a joint perched between his fingers. “Whatcha doing outside on such a hot night like tonight?”

I take a sip of my water and sit up in my chair, my bikini top falling forward and exposing my tits. Shit! I’d forgotten I’d untied it to even out my tan lines.

“Pretend you didn’t see that.” I say as I scramble to hide my chest from his view. I don’t fail to notice the blush in his cheeks or the way his lip ticks up in the corner just a smidge.

“See what?” He says with a smile. I always thought Cory was a nice guy, just a little young for me. He’s tall, ridiculously so, with dark brown hair and blue eyes that sometimes feel like they’re looking right through me. 

I complete the knot behind my head, unembarrassed. I know I have nice tits. “Thanks.” I say, blushing. “My A/C unit’s out. Believe it or not it’s cooler out here than it is in there.” He offers me a hit over the railing and I take it.

“Fuck, really? You can always come stay with me. I’ve got an empty couch that I’ve been told is more comfortable than it looks.”

My ears perk up at his offer. Sweet, sweet air conditioning. “Are you sure?” I pass the joint back to him. “I wouldn’t want to impose.”

He takes a few more hits and hands it back to me. “It’s not imposing if I’m offering.”

“Okay, thanks. Let me just go take a quick shower and I’ll head over.”

Fifteen minutes later I knock on his door and he answers wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants perched precariously on his hips. His dark hair is wet and dripping water down his cheeks. I can’t help myself as I stare at the lines in his stomach or the defined muscles in his arms.

“Come on in.” He says and it’s like Déjà vu. His apartment is the same layout as mine, the only difference is the furniture and decor inside it. “Make yourself at home.”

I step inside and kick off my sandals. Making my way into the living room, I set my bag down next to the couch, or so I thought. It’s actually a futon. Oh, my poor back. Still beats sleeping in the suffocating heat, though.

I plop down and I’m surprised by how comfortable it is. Cory sits down next to me and fumbles with the drawstring on his pants anxiously.

“Comfy.” I say, like an idiot.

“Told you it’s more comfortable than it looks.” He smiles and my brain temporarily short circuits. I’ve never taken the time to realize how handsome he is. He has a strong jaw and lips I could see myself spending hours kissing and maybe even sitting on if he’d let me.

“So…” I say, unsure of where to go from there.

Cory continues to wrap his drawstring around his finger and watch it unravel. “We could watch something?” He says, reaching for the remote on the coffee table. We spend twenty minutes scrolling through the home page in silence, while I sneak peeks of his abs and the patch of pubic hair I can see poking out of his waistband, his pants are that low. We’re still as statues, sitting with our hands in our laps, afraid we might combust if we accidentally touch.

“It’s too quiet.” I whisper softly and we both burst out laughing.

He pats my bare thigh and we immediately stop cracking up. Quickly, he pulls his hand back, like I burned him or something.

“Sorry.” He mumbles. 

“Don’t be.” I say, my voice steady. I reach for his hand and bring it back into my lap, liking the way it felt on my thigh. I don’t know if it’s the heat or his secret tuft of hair that’s luring me in, but I want to know more of what he’s like.

“Thanks for letting me come over. If I was home I’d probably be laying naked on the kitchen floor right now.”

He whistles. “Now that’s an image.”

“You already got the preview earlier.” I say, laughing again. Fuck, that joint really did a number on me.

“I know. It was riveting.” I catch his gaze as it drops to my chest and I think about how long it’s been since someone’s looked at me the way he’s looking at me right now. His tongue slowly darts out and drags across his bottom lip as he stares at the way my nipples poke through the thin fabric of my shirt.

I eye him fondly. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-six.” He breathes and I chuckle. Oh no. This is not happening. He’s ten years younger than me!

I fold my arms over my chest, attempting to misdirect his attention but now he’s just staring at the way my tits press together. “Shit, you’re just a kid.”

He puffs out his chest and flexes the muscles in his arms. “I am not. I can no longer receive my parents’ health insurance. I’m as adult as they come.”

I giggle and now I’m the one reaching out and touching him when I shouldn’t be, grabbing his arm and feeling him flex in my grip. The things he could fucking do to me if I’d let him start playing in my mind until my body starts to hum. It’s not until I realize I’m still holding onto his arm that I immediately let go. I look in his eyes and I see the heat, the want, the need that lives inside them.

He swallows hard. “Ever been with someone my age?”

I throw my head back with a chuckle. “Yeah, when I was twenty-six.” His hand returns to my thigh but it feels so good I let him stay there.

He knits his brows together. “How old are you?”

“Old enough to remember what Dream Cast is.”

Cory laughs and the sound is comforting. “Sounds like the name of a sleep podcast.”

“Exactly.” His hand shifts higher up my thigh and I involuntarily spread my legs. “We really shouldn’t…” I start to say but then I feel his pinky graze my pussy through my shorts and I lose my ability to think straight.

“I bet I’m better than all those older guys.” He says with confidence. “I have moves.”

I snicker. “Oh yeah, what kind of moves?”

He swings his body over mine, trapping me in place as he straddles my hips. He reaches his hands up and caresses my face. He leans forward, his breath hot on my mouth. “I don’t know. I thought I was just a kid.”

I tug on my lip with my teeth while snaking my hands up around his neck. His lips are millimeters from mine, neither of us wanting to be the first one to give in. I smirk and stare at his mouth, unable to look away. 

“Tell me you want this.” He breathes. Between us I can feel his cock press into my thigh and holy fuck he feels promising.

I tilt my head back and meet his eyes, shaking my head slowly. I drop my hand and grip him through his sweatpants. Wow. “I don’t want you.” I whisper. “I fucking need you.”

His mouth crashes over mine, knocking the breath right from my chest. His lips are surprisingly soft and supple, moving over mine as he slips his tongue into my mouth. He tastes like weed mixed with listerine, a tantalizing combination to say the least. I feel like I’m floating on a vibrating cloud. My whole body is buzzing and he hasn’t even touched me yet.

When he pulls away to stand, he pulls me up off the futon with him. He traces the hem of my t-shirt with his finger before slowly stripping me out of it. “I may or may not have touched myself in the shower to the vision of your tits earlier.” Cory admits with a bashful smile on his lips. Fuck, he’s so cute. He holds my breasts in his palms and plays with them, jiggling them up and down and massaging the ample flesh with a boyish grin. 

Slowly, he traces the length of my torso down with his hands, until he’s pushing my shorts and panties to the ground. He looks at me and he sighs heavily while tucking his hand between my thighs and rubbing my lips until I’m whimpering into his mouth. He walks us away from the couch and over to the wall, where he squats down in front of me.

“Hop on.” He says.

“Hop where?” I ask.

Rolling his eyes he drapes one of my thighs over his shoulder. I lean back against the wall and wrap my other thigh over him. Carefully, he gets to his feet and holds me up against the wall as he dives his tongue between my lips. This is new. I say as I crouch over his head and hold onto his hair for dear life, trusting he won’t drop me. His mouth feels like a goddamn sin. Like he’s something I shouldn’t have but I indulge in him anyways because the feeling is too fucking good to stop. He’s so adept with his tongue it’s addictive. 

“Fuck, Cory!” I cry out his name. “S-So fucking good.” I moan, praising him and his godsend of a tongue. He pushes me harder into the wall, his hands gripping underneath my ass as I try and roll my hips into his face. His tongue makes quick and nimble work of my clit as he flicks it with ease. With my thighs squeezing his cheeks so tight I wonder how he’s even breathing. 

When he pulls away and drops me back down on two shaky legs it’s way too soon.

“What the fuck was that?” I ask him.

He just smiles and shrugs. “One of my moves.” He looks from me, to the balcony and back.

“What?” I ask him, my heart hammering in my chest. 

“Ever fucked on a balcony before?”

I glance out the window, the sky is a dusky indigo outside. I look at Cory and shake my head. “What if someone sees?”

Cory smirks. “Then we let them watch.”

I follow him back out into the overbearing heat. He kisses me while pressing me back into the railing and drops to his knees, finishing the job he started inside. 

“Nice ass!” I hear someone call from the ground below and look down to see we’ve captured the attention of an audience.

“Uhh… Cory? We have company.”

Cory pulls away from my cunt and glances below. He chuckles, reaching around and grabbing my ass in his hands as he digs his tongue deeper between my lips. All the heat in my body has pooled between my legs, I’m getting so fucking close.

“Ohh yess.” I cry, tugging on his hair.

“Louder baby, we can’t hear you!” Calls the same jackass from below and I smile. 

Cory stands up and spins me around. With his hand on the middle of my back, he bends me over the metal railing with my tits dangling over the edge for the world to see. The crowd of at least six guys below bursts into applause and I wonder to myself why this feels so goddamn liberating. I’ve never been one to crave attention, but this? This is different. It’s like an adrenaline rush straight to my fucking cunt.

He slaps my ass and drops to his knees again. In and out he sticks his tongue into my pussy, even going so far as to teasing my asshole. Slowly, he circles my opening with the tip of his tongue while he sticks a finger inside my cunt. I reach back and force his face into my ass while I focus on the way he curves his finger inside me. “Mmmm…fuck!”

 Again, he pulls away too fucking soon. Getting to his feet, Cory slaps his cock against my pussy once or twice before swiftly slamming his colossal cock deep inside me. I whimper and lurch forward and my tits swing below me. My legs start to spasm underneath my weight and my pussy pulsates around his cock while he cries out just how fucking tight I am.

He grabs my hair, pulling so hard my eyes roll back in my head. “Fuck yes!” I moan as I fall apart on his cock, finally coming while rolling my hips back into his as I ride out the high as long as I possibly can. “Oh my god!”

“Take her to heaven, bro!” Shouts another voice from below and my body shakes with laughter

“You heard the man.” I tell Cory.

He grunts and grips both of my hips tightly in his hands and pounds into me with all of his might. “Can I come inside?” He begs me.

I think about the IUD sitting happily in my cervix and nod. “Ohh fuck yes. Fill my little pussy with your cum, baby.”

“Oh I’m gonna.” He groans. Almost like a jackhammer, he rams his cock inside me fast and hard, not stopping until he finishes inside of me. I can feel him throb as he comes and the feeling is so erotic I actually come again, my pussy gripping his cock snugly. “Fuckk, Anna!” Cory moans, tugging on my hair and forcing me to stand up straighter with my back pressed against his chest, both our bodies slick with sweat. Tilting my head back, he kisses me down my neck, sending a fresh wave of chills down my spine.

When he finally pulls out, he drags me back into the apartment, giggling while the group on the street gripes and cheers for us. 

“Holy shit that was hot.” Cory says as he closes the door, his chest heaving.

My skin’s flushed and my cheeks are warm. My heart is racing so fast I’m surprised my breath can keep up.

“Well, I unlocked a new kink tonight.” I say, smiling brightly.

“Exhibitionism is a dangerous game.” He looks at me with hope in his eyes. “So, am I still just a kid?”

I shake my head. “You’ve opened my eyes more than most men ever have. You’re a sexual deviant.”

He drops his head with a smile. “Come on. Let’s go to bed.”

“You mean I don’t have to sleep on the couch?”

He gives me an incredulous look. “After that act? I want you as close to me as fucking possible. You’re not getting away from me that easily, babe.”

We don’t sleep a fucking wink all night.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen | Part Nineteen | Part Twenty

Author's Note: If you stuck through with this until the end, thank you. When I originally posted this story it was unfinished. Thanks to you and your overwhelming encouragement, I finished it. I know it took a few unexpected turns, but in the end I hope you liked it. Thank you so much for reading and putting up with me the past week and half!

Lucy

We spend the night in the Marriott Honeymoon Suite. It’s probably the fanciest place I’ve ever stayed. I fall down onto the bed and it feels like I’m laying on a goddamn cloud. “It’s been a long day.” I sigh, blowing loose hairs out of my face. Dawson looks at me with a smile that drives me absolutely wild. He sits next to me on the bed and puts my feet in his lap. Slowly, he removes my shoes and tosses them across the room. 

“Are you tired?” He asks me.

I shrug my shoulders. “Depends. What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing.” He crawls over to me and kisses my forehead. “I’ll be right back.” He gets up and grabs a chocolate covered strawberry from the tray on the coffee table before disappearing into the bathroom. What a weirdo. But at least he’s my weirdo.

Seconds later I hear the tub faucet begin to run. When Dawson returns to the room, he’s wearing nothing but a plush white towel knotted loosely around his waist. I swallow hard. My man is fine.

He reaches for me on the bed and pulls me up to my feet. He spins me around in his arms and begins undoing the buttons on my dress one by one, kissing every inch of skin he uncovers as he goes.

Once I’m out of my dress and he sees what’s beneath, he whistles. I’m wearing a matching white lace bra and panty set with garters around my upper thighs. He places his palms on my belly. “You’re so fucking lovely.”

He strips me out of the lingerie and picks me up and I giggle as he carries me into the bathroom where the jacuzzi tub is halfway full. Turning off the water, Dawson gets in first, then pats his lap, waiting for me to join him. The water is nice and hot, and feels so good on my skin. I lay down in his lap, my back splayed over his chest. His warm breath tickles the back of my neck as he drags his lips down and I can’t help but moan, the sound echoing in the small room.

“Atta girl. Just relax and I’ll make every worry fade away. Nothing can hurt you now.” His lips crawl over my shoulder and down my back, while his fingers trace lines up and down my outer arms. My breath catches in my throat as his arms wrap around me, his hands settling on my breasts. Gently, he massages my tits while rolling his thumbs over the peaks of my nipples. 

“Dawson.” I whisper his name like it’s a secret shared just between us. His calloused hands may be rough, but his touch is gentle yet commanding. I arch my back up into his hands while he continues to kiss the back of my neck. 

Slowly, he glides his right hand down, over my belly, down past my hips until he’s rubbing me between my thighs. 

“Ohh fuck.” I whimper. Everything he does is so sensual, so fucking erotic that I know he can tell how wet I am despite the water surrounding us. When he starts circling my clit with his fingertip my heart rate skyrockets somewhere up into the stratosphere. 

“Your clit’s so fucking swollen, baby.” He groans in my ear and his voice shifts something in me. 

“S-So good.” I tell him, encouraging him to never stop, because he feels too wonderful to quit. Beneath me I feel his cock throb, filling me with an insatiable need that only he can fulfill.

He starts swiping his fingers over my clit faster, building the pressure that’s climbing in the pit of my belly. My breathing quickens and the muscles in my legs stiffen as I straighten them out as much as I can in the tub. 

“Gonna come for me?” He asks in that wickedly low voice of his and I swear he could make me come just by his tone alone.

“Y-Yes.” I moan, spreading my legs wider as I grind my ass on his cock. My skin is turning pink, and my eyes start to roll back as he takes me home. A few more sweeps of his fingers and I am flying, soaring, plummeting through the sky without a parachute to save me, but I don’t need one because Dawson’s right there waiting to catch me.

“Oh my fucking god!” I cry out, hoping no one can hear us through the walls. I open my eyes and the room is brighter and my ears won't stop ringing.

Dawson sets me aside and re-positions himself across from me in the tub. He pulls on the drain and lets some water empty before turning on the faucet again. He switches the stream to the shower head attached to the faucet and grins at me rancorously. 

He lifts my hips up out of the water and starts spraying the stream right at my pussy. Holy fuck it feels like liquid ecstasy. I white knuckle the sides of the tub, my face scrunching into what I’m sure is a very unattractive expression as my body convulses beneath the water. My legs shake, the earth quakes and everything fades to black as I come harder than I ever have in my life. So hard I swear I feel my soul temporarily leave my body.

“W-Wow.” I say, at a complete and utter loss for words.

“That good?” Dawson asks. 

“Fucking incredible.” I say, crawling over into his lap, desperate to return the favor. I want to make him feel like he is the only thing that matters in my life, because he is. “Sit on the ledge.” I tell him and he listens right away with a smirk on his face. When I catch a glimpse of his dick I start to drool. On my knees in the tub in front of him, I kiss and drag my tongue up and down his length while my right hand fondles his balls between my fingers.

“Fuck, Goose.” Dawson sighs. I look up and his head is thrown back and his lips are parted in a soft moan. A five o’clock shadow is starting to form on his chin and I don’t think he’s ever looked hotter than he does right now.

I wrap my lips around his cock and start to suck. His hands find their way into my hair as he forces me down, as deep as I can take him without choking. “Baby, yes. Just like that.” My tongue zigs and zags up and down his length as I bob my head over him. When he pulls me off of him I glance up and his eyes are black as night. “You need to stop.” 

I pout. “But why?”

“Because I don’t want to come in your mouth.”

"Where do you want to come?"

"Inside your fucking cunt."

He helps me out of the tub. Quickly, we run a towel over our bodies before returning to the bedroom. Except we don’t even make it to the bed. Dawson lays me down on the couch, kneels between my thighs and pauses. His hand caresses my cheek, his thumb tugs on my bottom lip, and he kisses me so deeply I swear he gets me pregnant all over again. Inside me my heart is growing tenfold, because this man loves me, and he’s not afraid to show it.

When he enters me it’s like stars colliding. It’s scorching hot, like an inferno breathing between our bodies. And when he looks at me? Fuck, I’m such a goner for him it’s ridiculous. His smile twists my insides into knots that explode into thousands of butterflies, the beautiful kinds. If I could capture this feeling I would bottle it up to keep just for me, because I never want to forget this moment. 

His cock feels like heaven, a safe haven I will spend the rest of my life getting lost in. In and out he thrusts and my head hits the armrest of the couch, but it’s okay, so much better than okay. 

“Lucy?” He says my name and I meet his eyes. Reaching up, I cradle his cheek in my hand.

“Yeah, babe?”

“I’m going to need you to come one more time.” Dropping his hand from my ankle, he begins rubbing my clit until the room around us fades and it’s just us. I don’t close my eyes, don’t let them roll back. Instead I keep my gaze focused on him as I roll my hips forward to meet his, my back arching off the cushions while my body shudders beneath him.

“Thank you.” He breathes before I feel his cock throb inside me and I know it’s over. He leans over my body and kisses my lips as if he needs me to breathe. “I love you, Lucy.”

“I love you, too, Dawson.” 

******

Five months later

Dawson

Time is passing by so fucking fast. Smash Mouth was right. The years start coming and dammit, they just don’t stop. 

Lucy’s due in just two short weeks. How we went from September to February, I don’t know, I just know the time was filled with loving each other as hard as we possibly could as we prepared to welcome another life into our little world. 

We haven’t seen or heard from Lucy’s dad since the wedding and well, thank fuck for that. I didn’t want to have to kill a man, but I was ready to if needed.

After reading Lucy’s latest novel, I encouraged her to submit it to a publishing house. She got signed within a month, and her book is scheduled to come out November of this year. She’s absolutely thrilled to say the least. I couldn’t be more fucking proud of her if I tried.

“What are you smiling about over there?” Lucy asks from her side of the couch. 

My smile grows in size. “Thinking about you. About us. About the baby.”

She rubs the swell of her belly tenderly. “God, I’m so ready to meet her. I’m also ready to get her out of me.”

Besides for a few bouts of morning sickness in the beginning, it’s been a fairly easy pregnancy for Lucy. When you’re walking behind her, you can’t even tell she’s pregnant! But as soon as she turns, you notice. It’s hard not to. And it’s not just her belly. Her cheeks are rounder and her breasts are fuller, to my liking. She was perfect before, but she’s even more perfect now. Her brown hair is so luminous it shines. And when she smiles it reaches her eyes every time. She seems freer, lighter than she ever was before. I’ve mentioned it to her in passing and she says it’s all my fault, that I make her feel more safe and comfortable in her own skin than she’s ever felt. That comment earned her a few orgasms, that’s for sure.

Also, I don’t know what it is, but I want her even more now. Every day I bother her, hoping she’ll let me have a taste and on the days she does I make her come until she says coconut.

“Dawson.”

“Yeah, babe?”

She nudges me with her foot. “Don’t look at me like that.”

I shrug my shoulders. “Sorry, can’t help it.” My dick throbs in my sweatpants and she watches with a coy smile on her lips.

“Again?” She asks, slightly flustered. It’s so cute how worked up she gets.

“Always.”

I drop to my knees on the floor before her and bend low to kiss her until she’s whimpering for more. Sneaking my hand beneath her pajama pants, I slowly circle her clit with my fingertips, surprised at how wet she already is. “Thinking about me too, were you?” I ask her jokingly.

“Damn hormones.” She mutters. Although I’m convinced that’s just an excuse she uses. Her sex drive is unparalleled and I reap every one of its benefits, happily.

“Whatever you say, honey.” I tell her as I drag my lips down the side of her neck. I tug her breast out of her tanktop and swirl my tongue around her taut nipple and she cries out my name. Moments later it seems as if she’s already coming, “Wow babe, that was fast.”

She shakes her head and pushes my hand away. “I think my water just broke.”

******

Seven hours and twenty-six minutes later, we greet a beautiful baby girl into this world. Six pounds, nine ounces and seventeen inches long. As soon as I see her all I see is Lucy. Fuck, she looks just like her mother it’s uncanny.

“What should we name her?” I ask Lucy softly. 

“Madeline.” She says with a delicate smile. “Just like my mother.”

I kiss her temple gently and rub her shoulders.

“I love it.” I whisper as tears glisten in my eyes. “Madeline Jeanine Ford.”

Lucy beams. “It’s perfect.” I lean against the bed, never leaving her side from that moment on. The smile on my face never fades, only deepens with time. She is the best thing I've ever been able to call mine.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen

Author's Note: I'm going to post the next two parts directly to my page today. They don't really fit the term "erotic" and I don't want to spam this sub more than I already have. Tomorrow I will post the final installment here. It ended up being less parts because I combined a few together so there would be more substance in each part. As always, thanks for reading!

Lucy

Trying to plan a wedding in less than six weeks is a trialing affair, especially when the wedding in question was supposed to be your best friend’s. Sierra walks the hall with me for the third time as we discuss color swatches, seat covers, table arrangements, and centerpieces. To be honest, I couldn’t care less about any of it.

I never wanted a big wedding. As someone with very little family to her name, there’s not many seats I can fill. As a matter of fact, everyone I would want to invite is already in this room. A room that has a capacity of 250 people and I only know four that I would want to attend, and one of those four people is my soon to be husband.

I let the word sit on my tongue for a while. Husband. How did Dawson go from nothing to something? From my best friend’s brother to sweeping me off my feet so fast that within three months we went from just friends to just getting married? I try to wrap my head around it while at the same time letting life happen as it happens. I can plan a novel down to the very last sentence, and I can plan for things to happen that I expect, but I can’t plan for the unexpected. Dawson was never a plan for me, but I’m beginning to think he was always a guarantee.

Somehow we come up with a guest list of one hundred people. Mostly friends and family of the Ford’s, as I have little to contribute in that regard. I settle on dusty blue and taupe for our colors and pick white daisies for the centerpieces. I want everything simple and subdued. I’ve never been a fan of attention or grand gestures, but this is one day of my life where all eyes will be on me. Oh, Lord help me.

“Tired yet?” Sierra asks me with a soft smile on her lips, one of the rare ones she’s given me in the last couple of weeks.

“Exhausted.” I say, rubbing the bump on my stomach while wishing I could take a nap. 

I had my second doctor’s appointment this morning and everything is so far so good. The baby is healthy and so am I. I just want to know what I’m having.

“Baby on the brain?” Sierra asks and I nod.

“I hope it’s a boy.” I say, unsure of where this sudden realization is coming from.

“Why’s that?”

“I’m not sure.” I glance across the hall at Dawson, who’s watching me with a smile that reaches his eyes. I just know I want our baby to be just like him.

“Enough about me, though,” I say, waving me off like I’m nothing. It’s been two weeks since Dawson’s birthday. “How are you holding up?”

Sierra’s eyes glisten and I regret asking. “I’ve finally come to the conclusion that I’ll be okay. Jake was great but he wasn’t my everything. I have my own life, my own people who love me and that’s all I need right now. I don’t need him.”

“Has he reached out?”

She shakes her head. “Not once.”

I rest my head on her shoulder and she rests hers on my head. “I am ready to get laid though.”

I gape at her. “Two weeks dry and you’re already ready to dip your toes in the dating pool?” 

Sierra shakes her head. “I haven’t had an orgasm in almost two months. Towards the end there Jake found less and less time for me and shocker, he only cared about himself.”

I lean in and whisper in her ear. “Ever tried giving yourself one?”

Sierra gives me a bashful look. “Maybe once or twice back in college. I haven’t really needed to.”

“Give yourself one.” I tell her. “Get to know your body again and what you like. Sounds like you’ve been too focused on pleasing and not receiving the love you deserve. And you deserve a goddamn orgasm.”

“You’re right. I don’t need a man.” Sierra drops her voice to a low mumble. “What do I need?”

I chuckle and pull out my phone to discretely show her a few options she could use. I point out one in particular I used to like to play with when I was alone and feeling frisky. Now, I just play with Dawson instead.

“It’s like a suction vibration. It’s hard to explain but the effects are mind blowing.” I send her a link to the toy. “Try it out. Let me know what you think.”

Sierra blushes. “How do you talk about stuff like this so nonchalantly?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. Usually it’s awkward, but with you not so much. Now if I were sharing this information with say, your mother, I’d be having a panic attack.”

Sierra nudges me lightly. “Just think, in a few weeks she’ll be your mom, too. And we’ll be sisters!”

“You really don’t mind?” I ask her, gesturing to the hall inside the golf course.

She nods. “I’m just happy it all worked out. One way or another.”

******

By the end of the day almost every detail for the wedding has been decided upon and I am already ready for it to be over with. Today was daunting and all I want is a little bit of Dawson to make everything better. These stupid hormones have me going feral for him lately, I’m surprised he isn’t sick of me yet.

I walk out of our bedroom wearing nothing but a red lacy baby doll top and matching thong. Even if he’s sick of me, I know he won’t be able to resist me in this.

When I find him, Dawson’s dancing around the kitchen, singing along to his playlist as he makes us dinner.

“Hungry, babe?” I ask him as I lean against the column separating the kitchen and the living room. When he turns around and sees me, he stops in his tracks, and looks my body up and down like it’s a snack.

“Starving.” He growls, setting down his utensils and walking over to me, momentarily forgetting about the pans on the stove. He presses me against the wall and devours me. He kisses every inch of my skin he can reach without kneeling down.

“What about dinner?” I ask him.

He leans his forehead against mine while he catches his breath. “Fuck dinner. Let it burn and I’ll order takeout.”

I shove him playfully. “Oooh what kind of takeout?” Ever since I moved in, we’ve had nothing but home cooked meals. Not that I’m complaining, but it’s been three months since I’ve had Chinese food and I am craving it.

“Maybe Chinese food? I’m gooning for some crab rangoon.” He says.

I roll my eyes and help him start cleaning up the kitchen. “I’ve been wanting Chinese.” I say. “Let’s do it.”

Once the counters and stove top are clean and everything’s put away, Dawson opens up his phone and orders us some food for delivery. “Alright, they’ll be here in 30 minutes.”

I look at him with a sparkle in my eye. “There’s a lot we can do in thirty minutes.” What happens next is hot, sweaty, and ends in Dawson coming on my face right as a knock sounds on the door.

“Leave it on the porch!” Dawson calls through the door but a knock sounds again, this time more direct and commanding.

“Lucy? Lucy, are you in there? For fuck’s sake, open up!”

Dawson looks like he’s ready to go to war for me. “Is that—?” I nod, frozen to the couch while Dawson’s cum starts coagulating on my chin. “What’s he doing here?” Dawson stumbles around, throwing back on his clothes while I run into our room to change and clean myself off.

I hear Dawson open the door and Harley bark just as I’m throwing on a shirt over my shoulders. “Where is she?” I hear the desperation in his voice and inside the child inside me cowers.

I stomp out of our bedroom and slam the door, making my presence known. “Lucy?”

When I catch a glimpse of him, I falter. He looks so… so dilapidated. It’s been almost eight years since I’ve seen him, and the distance has not done him any good.

“Dad?” I wonder aloud, because he doesn’t look like the man that, for lack of a better word, cared for me growing up.

“Lucy, darling.” He looks me up and down and I can see the pain that resides in his eyes. “Fuck, you look more like your mother every time I see you.”

Dawson walks over and puts a possessive and protective arm around me. 

“What are you doing here?” I ask him as the memories start flooding in.

His face contorts into an expression of uncertainty. “Are you the Fords’ boy?” He asks Dawson, eyeing the way his arm is draped over me. 

“Yes.” Dawson says through clenched teeth. “Answer her question.”

My dad looks from Dawson to me and breaks out in a hearty laugh. “I heard through the grapevine you were getting married, and next month no less.” Dad looks me up and down again, scrutinizing my appearance. Thank god the shirt I threw on is baggy. The less he knows the better. “So where’s my invitation?”

“You’re not invited.” I deadpan, folding my arms over my chest. Why is this happening now? Why is he here? 

His mouth gapes open and closed like a fish out of water. He looks like I slapped him, or worse. “Who’s going to walk you down the aisle? Who — who’s giving you away?”

“My dad.” Dawson chimes in, answering for me.

“B-But I’m here. I can do it.”

I rub a shaky hand down my face. This is not happening right now. “No, Dad, you can’t. Walter has been there for me more than you ever have been. What’s your excuse? And I swear to god if you say Mom’s name I’m going to lose it.”

His shoulders droop and his face falls flat. “Lucy, please. Be reasonable. I’m your dad.”

“You haven’t been my dad in almost eight years. And even when you were, you were a piece of shit.” I walk over to the front door and open it just as a poor delivery person is setting our takeout down on the porch. “Please leave.” Tears are filling my eyes and I need him to go before the free fall starts. I don’t want him to know the effect he still has on me.

“But, Lucy…” when I look into his eyes I see a mirror of my own and the tears commence falling.

“She said leave.” Dawson says, pushing past me to grab the food and hold the door open for him while I escape into our room. He needs to leave before I break down completely.

After a few minutes I hear the familiar sound of Dawson’s footsteps padding toward the door with Harley in his wake. He knocks on the door to our bedroom and lets himself in. “Lucy?” He whispers. I crawl out from my place inside the closet.

“Is he gone?” My voice trembles, catching in my throat.

“Took some coaxing, but yeah. He’s gone. Can’t promise he won’t come back, though.” Dawson helps me to my feet and hugs me like he fears I may disappear if he lets go. “Are you okay?”

I shake my head, the tears falling even harder now. “Not at all.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No. And I’m not sure I ever will.”

My dad’s not a good guy, far from it actually. After my mom died he dropped me off at the Ford’s every chance he could to get away from me, from the little girl who was the spitting image of her mother.

After she died everything changed. He stopped caring, he stopped trying, he stopped living, he started drinking, and I paid the price. I went school shopping with the Ford’s, spent every summer vacation living at their house, playing with Sierra and bothering Dawson whenever we could, which was always. Every grand memory I have in my life is because of them. Every terrible memory that I’ve tried to bury is a direct result of my father. First the abuse, then the abandonment. Fuck, my heart hasn’t felt this heavy in almost eight years.

My fingers tickle the ivory keys as I get lost in Hallie’s movements. We’re practicing our senior showcase, she’s the dancer, center stage and I’m the composer, playing behind the scenes while I trip over my fingers for the fifth time this evening.

“Dammit, Chelsea, what is up with you today?” She stomps over to where I’m situated off stage. 

I just shrug my shoulders. “I don’t know.” Even though I do. My problem is with her. And how mesmerizing she looks out on that stage, pirouetting and prancing around in her flowy black dress and black sheer thigh high stockings. I watch her and I fumble with the piano keys.

“Well, get your shit together. The showcase is in a week and I need this scholarship.”

Her gray eyes are such a stark contrast to her black hair as she gives me a look that could potentially kill me. Fuck, all I want to do is reach out and yank her hair free from her bun and run my fingers through it and whoa… I need to slow down.

“Are you even listening to me?” She cries, lifting her arms, exasperated beyond belief.

“Yes.” I say, my voice is soft compared to her clipped tone.

“Alright then. From the top?”

I nod and straighten my shoulders, resting my jittery fingers over the keys. “From the top.”

“1, 2, 3.” She points her toe and begins waltzing and spinning around the stage, moving her slim, muscular body in ways that I could never dream of. Two minutes in and I hit the wrong chord, again.

“Chelsea!” She bellows in the echoing auditorium. She stalks back over to me and sits down on the piano bench. I scoot over to make room for her. “Play for me. And get it right this time.”

My hands are shaking with her so close to me. “What are you, nervous or something?”

“N-No.” I say, my stammer giving me away.

She places a steady hand over mine and I wonder how she doesn’t feel that. The spark that shoots up my arm every time we touch. “What’s making you so anxious?

You! You, you, you, you, you!

“I’m just nervous about the showcase.” I lie as I fidget with my fingers. If I don’t I know I’ll do something stupid, like reach out and touch her slender thigh beneath her dress.

Her stormy eyes study mine. “I’ve watched you play countless times over the last few years. You’re normally flawless, Chels.” She reaches for my hand again and I pull away. “Do I make you nervous?”

I drop my gaze from her eyes to her lips, watching as her tongue darts out to wet them. I blink, momentarily distracted before I’m able to answer her. “What? Of course not.” Surprisingly my tone is steady. Her fingers tiptoe from my hand up my arm. 

“Are you sure about that?”

I brush her hand away and straighten my shoulders. Placing my hands over the keys I start to play. Hallie gets up and begins her routine and I keep my eyes trained on the piano the whole damn time, knowing if I watch her I’ll falter again, like I have been all throughout rehearsals tonight.

When I strike the last chord Hallie comes running over to me just as I’m getting to my feet. She wraps her arms around me and kisses my cheek. “That was perfect!”

I return the hug, relishing in the feeling of her body pressed against me.

“Play like that next weekend and we’ve got this in the bag.” She kisses my cheek again, her lips lingering longer than necessary. She starts to chuckle. “I thought I didn’t make you nervous?” She says with a smirk on her lips when she looks at me.

“You don’t.” I state matter-of-factly.

“Then why are you breathing so heavy?”

I pause to think of a quick response. “I’m just excited about the competition?” I say it like a question.

“Just be honest. Why do I make you nervous, Chels?”

It’s just then that I realize where her hands are, resting daintily on my hips with a grip that keeps me in my place. I lean forward to kiss her on the cheek like she did to me, but at the last minute she turns her face and I’m met directly with her lips. Her soft, pink lips mold into mine and in return I melt into her, sighing heavily.

“Why’d you move?” I ask her as I pull away.

She just shrugs with a smile. “Because I wanted to.”

She backs me into the piano and the room is filled with loud messy strings as I sit down on the keys. Sitting on the bench, she reaches for my stockings and removes them slowly, one by one as she allows her fingertips to skim down my leg, driving me wild with desire.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” I say even though all I want is more, more, more.

“Why not?” She pushes the hem of my dress up until she can see the lace of my panties.

“Because we’re just partners for the showcase. We’re not actually friends. You don’t even like me.”

She kisses my inner thigh delicately. “That’s not true.” She reaches out and places her thumb against me, tapping it against my pussy lips lightly. “I think you’re a phenomenal musician.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

She rolls her eyes to the ceiling and her face falls. “Fuck. I forgot there’s cameras in here.”

“Why? It’s not like you were actually going to—.” She shuts me right up as soon as she leans in and kisses me more fervently than before. This time her lips part and she darts her tongue out, slipping it over my bottom lip as I breathe her in, my very own special brand of oxygen. She holds my face in her soft hands, moaning as she deepens the kiss. As much as I don’t want to, I pull back.

“What’s happening?”

“We’re kissing and it’s really good so please just shut up and enjoy it?” She brings me back in, while I reach up and remove the band in her hair and wrap it around my wrist. The shift in my weight causes the keys to sing. I retreat again.

“We should probably go somewhere more private, don’t you think?” I ask her, pointing to the cameras.

“Come on, Chels. Let’s give them a little show.”

She drops her hand to the apex of my thighs and begins to rub me through the dainty fabric of my underwear. She knows just the right amount of pressure to apply to drive me wild. I whimper into her mouth and tangle my fingers in hair, holding her in place while she sucks on my bottom lip. “Hallie.” I moan. Just like I did last night, and every other night this week when I touched myself after practice to the thought of her full lips, round cheeks, and haunting eyes.

She shoves my panties to the side and slides a perfectly manicured nail down my slick crease. I grip the edge of the piano, pressing down random keys in the process. Before I know what’s happening, she’s dropping to her knees and pressing her tongue against me and, fuck, she feels unlike anything I’ve ever known. 

I watch her swirl her tongue with a smirk on her lips. I reach for her hair and pull her off me. 

“What?”

“Oh, nothing.” She beams, rolling her tongue over her glossy lips. “I knew it.” She whispers under her breath.

“Knew what?”

“That you’d be the best goddamn thing I ever tasted.” My heart temporarily stalls in my chest. Her gray eyes are almost onyx as they stare up at me.

“Fuck, Hallie.” I whimper, not allowing her to say anything more. I force her face back down, unable to look away as she licks away every worry I’ve ever had. And when she slips two fingers inside of me I want to cry out in ecstasy as my pussy pulses around her. I practically shout her name before she covers my mouth with her hand. Oops. Gotta be quiet. 

She pulls away, replacing her mouth with her thumb as she rolls it over my swollen clit. “If someone hears us we’re cooked. Stay silent.”

“O-Okay.” I whisper as my head falls back and my eyes roll so far back I think I see God. My whole body shakes and beneath me the keys hum as I switch up my grip while I come all over her fingers. “Ohhh fuck yessss.” I feel like I’m walking on the ceiling, I’m floating and nothing can bring me down.

Hallie backs away with a smug grin on her face. She wipes me from her lips with her fingers, then sucks them into her mouth. “So fucking good, Chelsea.”

I feel my ears heat up and the butterflies in my stomach start squirming at the speed of a hummingbird’s wings. She falls to the floor and waves me over, patting the scuffed wooden floor in front of her as she slips out of her panties and pulls her dress up to her waist. I sit down and spread my legs, weaving them with hers as she brings me forward for a kiss. 

“Touch me first.” She begs. My hand falls to her thigh and I dip my thumb between her lips and she sighs upon impact. The little bead is slick and swollen and I want more than just to touch her but taste her as well. I roll my thumb over her center until she’s pushing my hand away and pulling my legs closer until our pussies collide in a dripping wet mess of desire. 

When I roll my hips up she drops hers down and fuck, the rhythm is so sweet it’s orgasmic. We move slowly, our lips sticking to each other every time they make contact. She’s just as turned on as I am, if not more. 

“You feel phenomenal.” I finally admit to her. The friction between our bodies has me in a frenzy

“Likewise, babe.” Hallie says as she grips my thighs so tight I swear she’s going to bruise me. “Fuck, I need to come so bad.” She whines.

“Let me take care of you.” I say gently as I reposition myself with my cheeks between her thighs. I’m jonesing for something sweet because she tastes like fucking candy when I finally get a taste. I’m slow at first, getting to know what she likes before I increase the speed in which I pass my tongue over her clit. I flick it, I suck on it, I roll my tongue against it, and every time I do she releases a moan that makes me want to make her come that much more. Knowing she’s making these beautiful noises because of me makes my heart pirouette right out of my goddamn chest.

Her hands knot their way throughout my hair. “Fuck, Chelsea. You’re better than I’ve ever imagined.”

I stop. “You’ve imagined me?” I ask softly.

“More times than you want to know.”

I drop my head and drag my tongue from her entrance to her clit, slowly. “I’ve pictured you a time or two as well.”

“That’s great Chelsea, can you please get back to my clit, though? We can talk all fucking night if you want but – fuck me!” I suck on her clit and force a finger inside of her. I lick, I suck, and I pump until her thighs tremble, her breath rattles, and my name slips from her lips no louder than a whisper. “Holy shit, Chelsea.” 

I remove my finger from her pussy and she squirts all over my tongue, the floor, and her dress. "Oopsie." She giggles and I dip my finger past her lips into her mouth. She licks it off with a smile.

She touches my face and rubs her thumb along my cheek. “That was amazing.” She stands and steps back in her panties. Knotting her hair back up in a bun, she helps me to my feet. “Now that we got that out of the way… from the top?” She asks.

I nod, even though all I can hear is the thundering of my heart in my ears. “From the top.”

  

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Dawson

I watch them walk around the corner, Sierra visibly distraught but from the looks of it, Lucy has it covered. At least that’s what I tell myself until it’s been ten minutes and neither of them have returned. Excusing myself from my parents, I walk around the side of the house and come up empty.  

I head into the house and down the hall, noticing that the baby’s soon to be room is closed. I knock softly and the door opens slightly. “Not now, Dawson.” Lucy says, but when I see Sierra crying with her knees clutched to her chest, I know I can’t just ignore her.

“What’s wrong?” I say, pushing the door open and stepping into the very messy and chaotic room. I drop to my knees in front of my sister and look into a pair of eyes that practically match my own. “Is this Jake’s fault?”

At the sound of his name she wails and I look to Lucy for answers, but she’s disappeared, returning moments later with a bottle of water for Sierra. She kisses the top of Sierra’s head. “I’ll be right back.” Lucy says while tugging on my arm and practically dragging me out of the room and down the hall into our bedroom.

She closes the door softly behind her. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” I ask, getting more and more frustrated by the minute.

“They’re going to call off the wedding. I guess they’ve been fighting a lot recently, hence why he’s not here.” Lucy pauses for a moment, her bottom lip quivering. “It’s all our fault, Dawson.”

“I’m confused. How is this our fault?”

Lucy stammers. “Sierra’s n-noticed how we treat each other. How you open my d-door for me, how you know my favorite kind of everything and every order of mine like the back of your hand… and she and Jake just don’t have that.”

“That’s because the guy doesn’t know how to look up from his phone for five seconds to open his eyes and pay attention.” Part of me wants to get in my truck and drive over to their place and shake some sense into the idiot. Another part of me, a bigger part of me, is already saying good riddance in my mind. I never thought he was good enough for Sierra to begin with, and now I’m certain of it.

In front of me, Lucy starts to sweat and shake before bolting into the bathroom again. Leaving her to her misery, I head out of the room and return to where Sierra’s still leaning back against the wall, her head burrowed in her hands.

“Hey, sis.” I say as I slide down the wall next to her. “What can I do to help?”

Sierra mumbles something incoherent through her tears and the snot dripping down her lips. I’ve never seen her like this before.

“You c-can m-make J-Jake love me.” She glances over at me and her eyes are swimming. “The w-way you love Lucy.”

I bring her to my side and kiss her temple softly. “Everyone shows love in different ways.” I remind her, unsure of why I’m helping Jake’s case, but seeing Sierra like this is breaking my heart in two.

“He d-doesn’t pay attention t-to me.” She wipes her upper lip with the back of her hand. “He’s not attentive. He’s n-not romantic. He’s more in love with his phone than he is with m-me.” She starts blubbering again, harder this time just as a soft knock lands on the door.

“Dawson, honey?” Mom stands in the doorway and I notice the way her heart fractures when she sees the state Sierra’s in. “Sierra?”

Sierra’s hands shake as she takes a trembling sip of the water Lucy brought her. She wipes the tears from under her eyes and takes many shuddering breaths. “I’m so sorry I ruined your birthday.”

I shake my head, adamantly so. “Don’t you dare apologize for the way you’re feeling right now.”

Mom walks into the room and drops to her knees in front of us. Cradling our cheeks in each of her hands, her eyes start to water. “What am I missing?”

“I’m giving Jake his ring back.” Sierra says as she spins the gold band around her dainty, left ring finger.

“But what about the wedding?”

Sierra swallows hard and removes the brilliant diamond from her finger. “There isn’t going to be one. I guess we’re just not compatible.” The tears start flowing harder just as Lucy reenters the room. “Fuck, what am I going to do? I’ve built the last two years of my life around him.” I reach over and grab her hand, letting her squeeze mine until it feels like she’s going to break it. “And all the money we’ve spent on the wedding so far… I’m so sorry, Mom.”

“Sierra… none of that is important. What matters most is how you feel. What are you going to do?”

Sierra slumps back against the wall, her chest rising and rapidly falling, like she’s having a panic attack. “I don’t – I don’t know. His name is on the house, and on all the bills. I’ll leave and it will be like I never existed in the first place.”

“You can stay with us.” Lucy chimes in from her place in the doorway. 

Sierra shakes her head. “I won’t do that to you guys. Not with a baby on the way.” Sierra looks to Mom with an unasked question on her lips.

“You can move back home, honey. Until you figure out what to do.” Mom says as she wipes the tears from Sierra’s cheeks with her thumbs. “As for the wedding, we’ll figure that out. But we don’t need to worry about that right now.”

An idea crosses my mind. One that’s quite crazy and probably inappropriate given the current state of things. “We’ll buy you out of it.”

All eyes in the room turn to me, mystified. “Buy us out of what?” Sierra asks.

“The wedding.” I get to my feet and walk over to Lucy, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and placing a hand on her stomach, on the bump that’s not quite there just yet. “Why don’t we take your spot? I’ll reimburse Mom and Dad and… and we’ll get married instead. As long as it doesn’t offend you in any way. I know this was your plan. I don’t want to hijack it.”

Sierra struggles to get to her feet so I step over and help her. She’s shaking, and her blue eyes are red rimmed and shining. “Honestly, I think that’s the best idea you’ve ever had. Besides asking Lucy to marry you, that is.” Sierra tries to smile but when she does her lips quiver and tears start to fall once more. The next few words she chokes out. “I’m s-so happy for you b-both. I’m just sad for m-me. For what will n-never be.”

Mom wraps a gentle hand around Sierra’s back and guides her out of the room. “Come on, honey. Let’s go find your father.”

*****

The party ends early, for obvious reasons. Mom drives Sierra home while Dad follows behind them in Sierra’s car. Lucy and I wave goodbye from the porch swing, with Harley at our feet.

I bring the bottle in my hand to my lips and take a long swig. “Well, I wasn’t expecting that to happen today.”

“I feel rotten. Like we should be there for her.” Lucy says. “She needs us, Dawson.”

I see the fire in Lucy’s eyes, like she’s ready to go to battle for my sister and fuck, I should not be getting aroused by this. She’s only been vomit free for maybe an hour and I’m already thinking of ways to bend her body to my own selfish desire.

“I can beat in Jake’s skull if you want me to? Otherwise there’s not much we can do right now.” I lean back and wrap my arm around her shoulder and she cuddles in closer to me. Her breath is minty fresh after brushing her teeth for at least the tenth time today. 

“But we can at least be with her. Remind her she’s not alone.”

I tilt Lucy’s chin up so she’s looking at me. Her brown eyes are so big and innocent. “She knows she has us, babe. Right now she just needs to allow herself to feel.” I take another long sip of my beer, emptying the contents with a few easy swallows. Below me, Lucy grumbles.

“I guess you’re right. I just feel so helpless. Like I should be doing something more.”

“You’re doing more than enough, Goose. You’re growing a human. Speaking of which, how are you feeling? Want to try eating something?”

“I think I’m okay. And yes, please. I’m so hungry.” We head inside and I make her some toast while I slam another beer. I’m not usually a violent man and no, murder isn’t on my mind, but severely injuring Jake is. I’d love to see how apathetic he is after I sucker punch him in the gut a few times, maybe mess up that pretty little face of his. Fuck, I’m shaking I’m so outraged. 

“Dawson?” I feel her hands curve over my shoulders while her thumbs dig into my back. “You look tense.” She whispers, kissing me between my shoulder blades.

I turn to face her and the look in my eyes must frighten her because she backs up. “I’m kicking Jake’s ass in my mind.” I explain to her and she cautiously steps toward me.

“Can we maim him together?”

I shake my head. “Someone has to stick around to take care of the baby.”

She glances down and rubs her stomach. “They give expecting mothers certain rights, I’m sure.” She laughs, forcing a chuckle out of me as well. I grab another beer from the fridge and follow her into the living room. “So what do we do now?”

A devilish grin crosses my lips. “Want to play Mario Kart?”

She shoves me playfully. “What do you want now, Dawson?”

She plops down on the couch right next to me as I hand her a controller. “To play with you.”

She turns on the Switch and starts up the game. “Alright, let’s play.”

“That’s not what I meant.” I growl. “I want to play with you. If I win you have to wear one of those sexy lingerie pieces of yours and let me use one of your toys on you.”

The hair on her arms stands on end. Her lips part and a shaky breath escapes her. “What if I want the same thing?” She whispers and I take the controller from her. 

“Then I guess there’s no need for the game, is there?” I pick her up and pull her into my lap. Both hands on her face, I kiss her with a fever only a dose of her body can break. “Now go get dressed.” I say against her lips. “Preferably in something you don’t mind ruining.”

I finish my beer and start taking down the party decorations when I hear her call my name from across the room. “Dawson?” Just the sound of her pretty, sultry voice makes me hard, knowing soon she’ll be moaning and whimpering my name to a completely different cadence. I drop the decorations to the ground at my feet and make my way to her, closing the door behind me. Harley doesn’t need to witness what’s about to go down.

She’s laying on her side with her legs parted, wearing a sexy little black lace teddy that has a neckline that plunges down to her belly button. In her hand is a little silver bullet and it’s vibrating. “Fuck, Lucy.” I groan, stripping out of my clothes before joining her up on the bed. I snatch the toy from her and slowly roll it over the peak of her lace covered nipples, one at a time while I skate my lips up and down the side of her neck.

“Oh my god.” She whines, her breathing already labored. “I can feel it – feel it down there.” She sighs as I watch her beautiful eyes flutter closed while I drag the toy from one nipple to the other. Tonight I want her the way she’s wanted me to have her for so long. I want complete and total control of her body.

“Spread your legs, baby.” I tell her as I slowly draw a line down the center of her torso with the bullet. When I reach her pubic bone, I dig circles into her mound over the teddy before sliding the toy down over her slit. 

“F-Fuck me.” She cries out and I chuckle gravely.

“In due time, my love. First I need you to be a good girl and come until you can’t fucking stand. Can you do that for me?”

Her breath hitches and her jaw slightly falls. “Absolutely.”

“Good.” I hand her the toy and play with the lace between her legs. “Do you mind?” I ask but I don’t elaborate before forcing my fingers through the gossamer threads and tearing a hole large enough for my cock to fit through in the flimsy fabric.

“Dawson!” Lucy scolds me with a smile on her face. I steal the toy back from her grasp and settle down next to her. 

“Lucy!” I cry out, mocking her. “Now hold your hands together above your head. If you touch me, I’ll make you beg.” I lean forward and brush my lips to her cheek. Dragging my lips over hers, I kiss her as if all I need to survive is the feeling of her mouth on mine. She lowers one of her hands and rakes it through my hair. I turn off the toy and press it against her slit.

“T-Turn it on.” She pleads but I just shake my head as I roll the cool metal back and forth over her clit.

I move my lips to her ear and I growl. “Are you sure you can keep your hands to yourself, love?”

“Yes.” She breathes, putting her hand back in place above her head. “Please, baby.”

I press the button on the end of the toy and it starts to pulse as I use it on her pretty, already dripping pussy. Her eyes instantly roll back and her hands move from above her head and into my hair, again. I turn the bullet off and remove it from her clit.

“Why’d you stop?” She whines.

“I said not to touch me.”

She pouts her bottom lip out and all I want to do is bite it. “But what if I want to touch you? I want to please you, Dawson.”

I grab both of her wrists in my right hand and hold them captive above her head. “That’s sweet, Goose. But right now, I want to make you feel better than you’ve ever felt in your goddamn life.” I turn back on the toy and slip it between her pussy lips while I kiss her so hard I can feel her teeth underneath her mouth. I don’t know what’s come over me but all I want to do is own her. All I want to do is control her and make it known that she’s mine. I roll the bullet over her clit and she reacts favorably to the vibration. She struggles under my hold but I don’t let her go as I dig my teeth into the side of her neck and graze them down. She wanted a dom and tonight she’s getting a fucking dom.

I lick and suck my way down her neck and over her clavicle. When I reach her breast I bite and nibble on the supple flesh, biting hard enough to leave bruises behind me.

“Fuck!” Lucy mutters and I briefly pull away, afraid I’ve gone too far.

“Too hard?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “Not hard enough. Use me, Dawson.”

My cock throbs against her side and I press the bullet against her center more firmly, applying more pressure than before. “Going to come quick for me, baby?”

“S-So quick.” She whimpers while her limbs start to shake. I catch her nipple in my mouth and I lick it nice and slow, before wrapping my teeth around the bud and biting down hard, until she’s screaming my name. “Dawson! Fuck, what are you doing to me?” She cries and she writhes and I sigh a happy little sigh as I watch her reach a heavenly state of mind.

Once she finally comes down, I turn off the toy and toss it to the side. I let go of her wrists and move so that I’m settled between her hips. Using my fingers I widen the tear in her teddy and bend my face so low that all I can taste, all I can smell, all I can touch, hear, and see is her. She’s completely invaded my senses and I never want to know a world without her.

I dart out my tongue and drag it over her swollen, dripping lips. “Fuck, Goose. Always so fucking good.” I lap up any remnants of her previous orgasm before I build her up for another. I swirl my tongue between her lips and I suck on her clit with a tenacity I didn’t know existed in me until now. While I focus my mouth on her clit I dip two fingers inside her and pump in and out of her. She’s so fucking tight that my cock is aching between my legs, begging to fuck her until she wobbles when she walks.

It takes mere seconds. Just seconds until she’s coming so hard I yelp as she squeezes my fingers with her cunt muscles. Her back arches up off the mattress and she pulls at her own hair and she is so fucking beautiful that I wonder for the millionth time how I got to be so lucky.

“I think I’m dead.” She breathes, her body falling limp onto the bed. “That was extraordinary.”

“I’m not finished yet.”

She looks at me with black eyes and a wickedly twisted smile. “Do your worst, baby.”

I kneel between her legs and force myself into her without warning. “Oh, fuck.” I groan. Carefully, I wrap my right hand around her throat while I fuck into her as deep as I possibly can go. She feels so good, so warm, so right. 

Lucy stares up at me with those hypnotizing eyes and my bones liquefy. Well, all besides one anyway. She’s an angel on her back, her gorgeous brown hair splayed across the sheets beneath her. It’s moments like these that I’m blindsided by her beauty.

“You’re mine.” I growl, running my thumb up and down the middle of her throat.

“I’m yours.” She breathes back.

I remove my hand from her neck and place it between our bodies, quickly rubbing her clit with my swift fingertips. I’m so close it’s not even funny, but I need her to come just one more time for me.

“Fall, baby.” I tell her while circling her clit with my thumb. “I promise I’ll catch you.” I thrust into her fast, hard, and so fucking deep her body is vibrating underneath me. Her lip is caught between her teeth and her eyes are closed shut so tightly as I feel her reach that high I’ve been craving for her. Quickly, I pull out of her and watch as she squirts all over me and all over the sheets. 

“That’s my girl.” I say as I slap her pussy with my cock before thrusting back inside her. It takes maybe three more slams of my dick into her and I’m coming so hard the muscles in my legs start to spasm. “Ahh, fuck!” I cry, pulling out just to watch my cum slowly drip out of her.

Lucy’s trembling in front of me, her body still shaking. “I squirted?” She says, stupefied while I nod.

“All over the sheets, baby.”

 “I’ve never squirted before.” Her words hit me like a freight train while in my head I congratulate myself on a job well done.

“How was it?”

“Exquisite.”

Together we clean up the mess and I let Harley out before slipping into a bed with fresh sheets. “So, I guess we’re getting married in two months.” Lucy says.

“Is it too soon?”

Lucy smiles sleepily and shakes her head. “I’d marry you tomorrow if I could.” She cuddles in close and kisses the tip of my nose. “Good night, Dawson. I hope you had a good birthday. In spite of it all.”

I consider the last twenty minutes and I flash her a brilliant smile. “It was definitely one for the books. Good night, Goose.”

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Lucy

For someone who spends most of her time writing about love, I always struggled to believe it was real. But right now? I’m swaying in Dawson’s arms, positively drunk in love as I dive into his ocean blue eyes. His smile gleams beneath the moonlight and I swoon when he glances down at me. The ring he bought sits heavily on my left ring finger, so perfect, reminding me of the promise I just agreed to, making him a part of my forever.

“Are you happy?” I ask him as we dance together under a sea of stars, the sky handcrafted by angels shining down on us tonight.

“I am overjoyed, Goose. I’m at the summit of a mountain staring up and all I see is you. I’ve wanted you for so goddamn long it’s almost unfair.” He chuckles and I shake my head and sigh. 

“I liked you too, you know. Maybe not to the same extent, but there were definitely feelings there. Feelings I never wanted to face, couldn’t face because I thought Sierra would hate me if I tried to. You should have made a move sooner.” I tell him.

Dawson gives me a look of disbelief. “I kissed you! How was that not a move?”

“When I was fifteen, Dawson. You should have tried again and not waited ten years to offer to take me home.”

“Oh but what a night that was. Why’d you say yes that night, anyway? Minus your lonely excuse.” He asks me delicately. “You had to have known what I wanted.”

I shrug as I rest a hand on his shoulder. “Something in me just couldn’t say no. And I was lonely, just in more ways than one. The thought of you seemed like fun. Like a secret I could keep just for me.” I glance down at our feet then back up at him. “That was a wonderful night, wasn’t it?”

He looks at me with those eyes of his and I melt into a puddle at his feet. “It was heavenly. I spent that night memorizing every inch of your body. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get the chance to touch you or see you in that way again. I took advantage of every piece of you that you gave to me that night.”

A new wave crashes over me, knocking me off of my feet and bringing him down onto the blanket with me. I pin him to the ground and kiss him everywhere but on the mouth, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“I can’t believe it. Three months ago we were barely speaking to each other and now we’re having a baby and getting married. Who would’ve bet on us?” He asks incredulously.

“Oh, I made a bet on us before I moved in. But I bet with my luck that it would end up blowing up in my face.” I say as he caresses my cheek and holds me in place. “I’m grateful it didn’t end up that way.” The moonlight reflects off of his face and all I see is a mirror of my own future alight in his eyes. He is everything I always wanted wrapped in a package that feels like home because we grew up together, with him loving me while I swallowed my feelings and buried them deep down.

“You should’ve had more faith than that.”

I lean forward and kiss the tip of his nose. “Nothing so far in my life has worked out in my favor. Except for you and my friendship with Sierra. Between the two of you, you’ve always been there, and this year you showed up when I least expected you to and when I needed you most. You’re one of the most compassionate people I know and I love you so much.”

He grabs me by the shoulders and rolls me over until he’s on top of me, straddling my hips. His blue eyes are as black as the space between the stars. “I’ll always be there for you, Goose. I love you so much more.”

His fingers find the zipper on the side of my dress and he tugs it slowly down with his fingertip following in its wake. I get tingles, shivers everywhere he touches me. My body reacts so positively to him as he sits me up and helps me out of my dress.

“Dawson, we’re outside.” I chuckle, as I feebly try to cover my breasts with my arms. 

“If you’re afraid of mosquitos I can light a few of those fancy scented candles. Otherwise I don’t see an issue?”  

I roll my eyes and sigh heavily. “Fine. But only because we can’t even see the neighbor’s house from here.” I sigh as he reaches down and brushes a hand against my belly, against the bump that’s just barely starting to peek out. Leaning down, he presses his lips to the space above my bellybutton. 

“You’re going to start showing soon.”

“Shhhh.” I shush him as I grip onto the hem of his shirt, lifting it off of him before I drag my fingernails along the length of his chest.

“Goddamn Lucy.” He moans and I scratch so hard I leave marks but it only seems to turn him on more. Grabbing me by the wrists, he pins me down and peppers kisses along my collar, up my neck, where he stops just below my jaw. “I can’t fucking wait to marry you.” I can feel his dick, rock hard and straining against his jeans, causing my nipples to harden just from the sheer feeling of him. When Dawson notices he drops his head down to my chest, tugging one of my nipples into his mouth so incredibly slow that I grumble. My back arches off the ground, up and into his breathtaking touch.

“Fuck.” I cry when I feel his teeth sink into my porcelain skin. And when he uses his tongue I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming out into the cloudless night. Every touch is tender as he handles my body with care. Every kiss is catastrophic to my health, making me fall somehow deeper in love with him. When he touches me I fall apart on his fingers as he swallows every whimper of mine with his mouth. “Dawson.” I mumble against his lips as I feel him smile.

“Lucy.” He mumbles right back and we both break the moment to laugh.

“I need you.” I whine and pull away to look at him. His eyes are an abyss and I want to jump in. He kicks aside his jeans and his briefs before settling into place between my hips. After the tease he slips inside me and the earth quakes beneath me. He sits back on his knees and pulls me with him into his lap. My breasts brush against his chest while his lips scrape along my jaw as I lose myself in his touch. Something about him feels infinite. He feels like home; he feels like love. He feels like everything I’ve ever wanted and so much more that I didn’t know I needed.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” He breathes and I roll my eyes but smile otherwise.

“I’m not perfect. Just perfect for you, I guess.” I reply and he sighs when I rock forward on his hips.

“You have no idea.” He groans, gripping my hips like a sin, his fingers leaving indentations in my skin. He makes something in me feel complete every time he’s inside me, as if together is where we belong. This feeling settles the wariness that sits like a brick in my stomach. With him in my corner I know I can weather any storm. I know I won’t have to do this alone.

I clutch onto his shoulders and grip him harder, leaving crescent moon marks in his flesh as I move in tune with his hips. I reach a peak of ecstasy so high I feel like I’m flying above us, watching our bodies intertwine below. I cry out his name and most expletives I know follow suit and I whisper out a breathless, “I love you.”

Dawson is quick to follow, and once he’s done I don’t know how long we lay there counting stars but it feels like hours that end far too soon. Wrapping the blanket around us, we grab our clothes and say goodnight to the silent moon as we head inside for bed.

******

The next day I stay in bed all morning, unable to fight the nausea making my stomach roll inside me. Dawson checks on me over and over again, concern evident on his face. “Can I make you anything? What can I do to help?”

“Leave me alone.” I say as I’m bent over the toilet while everything comes up at once. “Oh god.” I groan. I listen as Dawson kneels beside me and holds my hair back away from my face. Tears prickle in my eyes as I wipe at my mouth with toilet paper, hoping my stomach will finally settle. “There’s nothing left in me.” I cry as I slump back against the wall after closing the lid and flushing. With my hands on my belly I glance up at Dawson. “How many more months of this?”

Dawson chuckles as he helps me to my feet. “Only six and a half months to go. You’ve got this babe.”

I most certainly do not have this. Pregnancy is not for the faint of heart, that’s for sure. Growing a human is grueling and I’m only in the first trimester! There’s so much more to look forward to. Everything getting bigger, not being able to hold my bladder, people thinking they can touch my stomach just because there’s a baby inside me. None of it sounds appealing to me. If I could skip ahead to February that would be great, because all I want to do is meet the little peanut growing inside me.

Sierra comes over at noon sans Jake and helps us prepare for the party. And by us I mean Dawson because I’m unable to keep anything down. Instead, I curl up in Dawson’s armchair in the living room and critique them as they decorate.

“It’s crooked.” I groan while clutching my stomach as they hang a birthday banner above the hallway. “Oh no.” I cry and reach for the bucket Dawson found for me. It’s a more convenient option than running to the bathroom, hoping I’ll make it in time.

“You poor thing.” Sierra coos. “Do you think Ginger Ale would help settle your stomach?”

“Ugh. It might.” I say as I wipe my eyes and my mouth, getting up from my spot. Dawson empties my bucket for me while Sierra offers to head to the gas station up the street for some Ginger Ale. Once she’s gone, Dawson returns my bucket and caresses my cheek with the pad of his thumb. 

“You going to make it, Goose?”

I nod, my eyes closing as I lean into his comforting touch. “I’ll be fine. Sorry for being so sick on your birthday.”

He shrugs. “You’re having my baby. You have nothing to apologize for.” Leaning down he kisses my temple sweetly. “Are you feeling any better after that last round?”

With a smile on my face, I nod. “I think so. But then I go ahead and do something stupid like drink water and it comes back up.” 

“Maybe some fresh air will help. Harley!” Dawson calls to her as he helps me from my spot in his chair. He takes us out onto the porch where I sit on the swing and let the mid-summer sun warm me to my bones. Sitting beside me, he pulls me into the crook of his arm and presses his lips to my cheek. “Is this better?”

“So much better.” I slightly moan as I sink into his side and allow myself to relax. I close my eyes and let the sunshine bathe me in warmth as I wait for Sierra to return. Inside me my stomach bubbles but thankfully nothing comes up as Sierra’s car comes rolling down the dirt drive.

Sierra walks up to us on the porch and hands me a bottle of Ginger Ale. I notice her eyes are rimmed with red but I don’t say anything. “Drink up, buttercup. You’ve got a party to host.”

“Ugh.” I groan as the familiar scent fills my nostrils. “Reminds me of when I was sick as a kid.”

“Just try and drink it. It might help settle your stomach.” Hands in her back pockets, Sierra stares down at me, urging me to drink the Ginger Ale.

I take a reluctant sip and then another, allowing the cold liquid to slip its way down my esophagus. After a few minutes pass and nothing comes back up I take a few more sips, letting the fizz settle my stomach. 

I stay on the porch while Dawson and Sierra continue setting up outside. It’s not a huge party. Just us and his parents. Jake should be stopping by at some point later on as well. Besides him, it’s just the few of us. In spite of the small function, I wanted grand decorations. Something to show Dawson how much I love him and how much I care. Now more than ever he deserves to be celebrated.

******

Drinks are flowing, the charcoal on the barbecue is glowing and I am still throwing up. It’s been a day from hell, but I wonder if Sierra’s day is going worse? She’s off to the side on the patio, her fingers blurring over her screen as she texts someone furiously. Bringing my handy dandy bucket with me, I walk over to her and check in.

“Everything alright?” I ask her, my face falling when I see hers. Her cheeks are red and there’s tears streaming down them. “Fuck, Sierra what’s wrong?”

She tucks her phone into her back pocket and pulls me in for a hug while I awkwardly try to set aside my puke bucket. I pull her off to the side of the house to spare her from everyone else’s concern.

“It’s Jake.” She cries as soon as we’re alone and out of earshot of the others.

I shake my head, confused. “What’s wrong with Jake?” I ask, not liking where this is going. Killing a man for hurting my best friend was not on my bingo card today.

“I don’t know. I see you and Dawson together and I see my parents and I just wonder, does he even know me at all?” She takes a moment to breathe before continuing while I feel my heart rate accelerate. “For instance, look at this ring. It’s a beautiful princess cut diamond with a gold band. I hate gold, but apparently Jake didn’t remember. Jake never remembers anything about me. He doesn’t remember how I like my coffee… or… or what my favorite type of pizza is. I don’t even think he knows when my birthday is.” She nudges me softly. “He’s not putting in the effort required to love me. Sometimes I even wonder if he loves me at all.” Sierra collapses into my open arms and her shoulders shake violently while she cries. When she pulls away, mascara is streaming down her face. “We’re thinking of calling off the wedding.”

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Author's Note: If you're still here, thanks for sticking around this long and as always thanks for reading!

Dawson

“I can’t believe this is happening.” Sierra says from the front seat, bouncing up and down like a child who can’t sit still. “I can’t believe you’re going to propose. To Lucy of all people. Can you believe this?”

I chuckle from the driver’s seat and the wheel jerks on accident. “My life has felt like a mirage since May. Like I’m living in a dream and my body just won’t wake up.” I take a breath and continue on. “I love her so fucking much, Sierra. And it feels so good to be able to tell you that. I hated hiding it from you.”

“I get it.” She says beside me. “Lucy told me it was her idea. I don’t blame you in the slightest. Hell, I don’t even blame Lucy. I know I can be intimidating.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re about as intimidating as a toothless shark.”

“To you maybe. Lucy had her reasons for not telling me and every one of them was valid. I had completely forgotten about our pact in which I made her promise not to marry you. How did she even remember that?” Sierra wonders aloud.

“Maybe she’s always had a little crush on me? Who knows. Anyway, I appreciate you coming out and doing this with me. I have no idea what she wants. I know she likes amethysts but would she want that on a ring? Help me.” I pull into the outdoor mall parking lot as Sierra drags me down the sidewalk toward the jewelry store. 

“Remember, we’re just going to get ideas and order online. It’s cheaper that way.” Sierra reminds me and I nod my head. Once inside, we’re greeted by a blonde lady with a plastic smile. Her name tag says Marjorie but I just want to call her Barbie because she’s about as plastic as they come.

“Hello, may I help you find anything today?”

I start to speak but Sierra cuts me off. “We’re just looking for now, but we’ll let you know when we’re ready. Thank you.” Barbie turns the other way and I look at Sierra, stunned. 

“You did that so well.”

“It wasn’t hard. Okay, from what I know about Lucy, she’s not very traditional, and she likes unique things. So she’s not going to want some run of the mill gold or silver band with a princess cut diamond.” Sierra spins her own ring on her finger and sighs heavily, her face falling, and it almost looks like she's going to cry. “Thankfully for you, you actually know your audience. I think going with an amethyst is a good idea. Very original thinking. Let’s look and see what they have.”

We spread apart and bend over the glass countertops. Every diamond shines and shimmers beneath the bright, iridescent lights. Barbie returns to my side. “Is there anything in particular you are looking for, sir?”

I look around and Sierra’s all the way across the store with her nose pressed to the glass. Lost and confused, I sigh and rub the back of my neck tenderly. “Do you have any amethyst rings?”

Barbie smiles and I’m surprised her cheeks don’t squeak. “Right over here. In this case are our colored stones, if that’s what you’re looking for.”

“It is, thank you.” I peer over the counter and in the corner I see it. It’s a vintage, oval shaped amethyst stone surrounded by tiny emeralds and diamonds. The band is rose gold and somehow I know it’s everything Lucy wants and more.

“Sierra!” I call her over and she comes briskly walking. “I found it.”

She gives me a look. “Don’t let them know you want it, Dawson.” She says out of the corner of her mouth.

Barbie’s back at my side once more. “Is there anything you’d like to take a closer look at?”

Ignoring Sierra, I nod and point to the amethyst ring in the corner. “Oh, what a divine choice.”

“What size is it and how much?” I ask her.

“It’s a size seven.” I look over at Sierra and she briefly nods. “And it’s $3,650.00.”

I look at Sierra who’s politely shaking her head no. “You’re about the same size as Lucy. Try it on.” The ring slips over Sierra’s finger perfectly and I am positively bursting with joy. “I’ll take it.” I tell Barbie with a smile on my face so wide my cheeks hurt.

As we’re following Barbie to the counter Sierra nudges me in the side. “What are you doing? You can get it online on Etsy for way cheaper.”

“I don’t care about money at the moment. I know Lucy is going to love that ring and it’s the ring I want to give her. Do you know how much I charge for the furniture I make?” I ask with a smug smirk on my lips.

“Yes.” Sierra chuckles. “It’s the reason why I haven’t had any pieces commissioned yet.”

Sierra nudges me again. “It’s a gorgeous ring. She is going to love it, Dawson. Mostly because you’re the one giving it to her.”

I swipe my debit card and pocket the box with the ring inside. My legs start to shake, carrying around such expensive cargo is not something I’m used to doing. I drop Sierra back off at her house before heading home to Lucy while devising a plan in which to give her the ring.

******

“It’s done!” Lucy shouts as she closes her laptop shut while bursting into tears.

“What’s done?” I ask her, a little concerned and very confused.

“My book. It’s done. Now I get to edit it and reread it about a hundred times before it’s ready to go.”

“How does it end?”

She smiles coyly. “You’ll have to read it to find out. Let me just warn you, a lot of it is inspired by you. You make for a great muse.”

“Oh yeah? What did you write about me?” 

“Nothing exactly. You were just a heavy inspiration. It’s not specifically about you or anyone in particular.”

“When can I start reading it?” I ask as I finish screwing in the left armrest of the rocking chair I’m making for Lucy and the baby and it’s almost done.

“As soon as it’s ready for human consumption.”

“Well I want to be the first to read it.” I demand and she smiles and my whole world tilts on a completely different axis.

“We should probably get ready for the party tomorrow, birthday boy.” She coos and I blush beneath her heavy lidded gaze. The party was not my idea, but hers. She wanted to celebrate with me one last time before our lives change for the better, forever. 

“The house is clean enough.” I pout, not wanting to do anything other than watch her. She’s up and about, walking around my workshop in flip flops, a tank top, and a pair of shorts so short I swear she’s taunting me. Actually, I know she is. I don’t know what it is with her hormones but they are off the charts. Night and day she teases me, relentlessly so. She’ll edge me on and off throughout the day and at night she’ll bring me all the way home. 

Outside the sun is just beginning to set and the clock starts to tick on my plans for the evening. I walk over to Lucy and slap her gently on the ass. “So how does dinner out on the dock sound?”

“Mmm what’s for dinner this evening?”

“Burgers? I feel like I’ve barely grilled all summer. And maybe you can put on one of those cute little sundresses of yours and we can fish off the dock.”

“What does dressing in a sundress have to do with anything?”

“I don’t know, I just know I like you in a sundress. Alright I’m gonna go take a shower and start dinner. Meet you on the dock at eight o’clock?”

“It’s a date.” She says with a smile. I close up the shop and Harley follows us out of the barn. Once inside I feed Harley and then hop in the shower, trying not to think about my plans for the evening. What if I drop the ring in the pond? What if she says no? I consider these options while rinsing the soap from my body. I can’t psych myself out now.

I dress quickly in jeans and a polo shirt and I tuck the ring deep in my pocket. From the closet in the hall I grab a few throw blankets and some pillows. I lay out a blanket on the lawn with two pillows and take the other blanket down to the dock, along with some rods and a tackle box. Once everything is set I start to make dinner. When Lucy finally emerges I almost do a double take. Her hair is pulled back in a long, curly ponytail. She’s got makeup on her lashes and the dress she’s wearing hugs her to her hips before splaying out around her thighs. 

“You are so pretty.” I tell her when she walks over to my side. I give her a kiss on the cheek. “Do you mind grabbing me two plates from the kitchen?”

“Be right back.” And I watch as her hips sway back and forth as she heads back inside.

By the time she’s returned, the burgers and buns and corn on the cob are done. Taking our plates out to the dock we sit, we chat, we eat, and we laugh and somehow I end up loving her more than I did this morning. When we’re done we take our plates back up to the kitchen for a quick rinse.

“Do we have to fish?” She asks and I chuckle. 

“What would you rather do?” I ask her while her finger trails down my upper arm.

“Dance under the soon to be stars and not get our hands all wormy and fishy.”

“That is on the agenda for the evening, you’re just skipping a step.”

“There’s a hidden agenda for this evening I don’t know about?” She looks up at my face and studies me for any hints. “What are you planning, Dawson?”

“Nothing, nothing. Just treating you to a date since we’ve only had about two real ones and now we have a baby on the way.”

Lucy presses her hand to her stomach and her eyes start to glisten. “I messed everything up, didn’t I?”

“Not at all, Goose. I’m so incredibly excited to be experiencing this with you. Sure it’s happening about two years too soon, but that just means two more years of loving the human growing inside of you.” I wrap her in my embrace and sway with her until she calms down. “Are you happy about everything?” I ask her softly.

“I am, I just feel a little overwhelmed and anxious over it all.” I rub my hands over her back soothingly.

I reassure her. “Just remember you’re not doing this alone. You’ve got me. And I’ll be here to help with whatever comes up.” 

I can see the wheels spinning behind her eyes, searching for the lie on my face. Lucy’s dad was never the best growing up, and after her mom died he was always on the run. There was this one time in fifth grade where Lucy spent a whole month at our house without going home. He never knew how to cope with the loss of her mother and from what I know, Lucy is the spitting image of her. As soon as she turned eighteen, Lucy’s dad disappeared and she hasn’t heard from him since.

“You promise?” She asks while holding her hand up with her pinky out.

I wave her pinky away. “I promise.” Then I lean down and seal it with a kiss. Her lips are so soft, so luscious, I’m ready to drop on my knees in the middle of the kitchen and ask her to be mine forever. Instead I take her outside along with my speaker and a playlist of silly little love songs as we sway together under the stars that showed up for the evening. Which, when I look up it appears all of them have joined us.

I’m shaking the whole time and at one point I think I start to sweat with nerves. Fiddling with the box in my pocket I begin to rock back and forth on my heels, knowing I can’t hold off much longer.

“You’re acting weird.” Lucy comments and I just shrug as nonchalantly as I can. Must not be as nonchalant as I thought because she gives me a look. “Ok seriously, what’s up with you tonight? You’re all fidgety and a little sweaty.”

“It’s July in the midwest, everyone’s sweaty. Stop trying to analyze me and just dance with me.” I say as I wait for the special song to come on. The one she was dancing to in my living room right before everything sort of fell into place. If I remember the queue I set up, it’s the next song on the list. I can do this. I just have to survive one last song. 

When she recognizes the next song she smiles at me. “I love this song.” Lucy whispers and I take a deep breath, wipe my palms on my pants, and take her hand in mine as I drop down on one knee.

Her eyes go wide beneath the night’s blanket of stars. She’s looking down at me like I’m crazy. But there’s a smile teetering on the edge of her lips and it feels like bliss.

“Lucy Madeline Diamond, you have changed my life these past few months. You’ve brought me more happiness than I believed to be possible. You fell in love with a fool who’s been hopelessly in love with you for years. And, to top it all off, you’re bringing life into this world and that’s something I can never repay you for. But if you let me, I’ll try to. I’ll spend every day of my life making you happier than the last. I’ll love you more and more every day, like I already do every time I look at you.” I squeeze her left hand in my right and I extract the box from my pocket. Flipping the lid back I show her the ring and I say to her. “I’ve loved you for over ten years, and I want to love you for a lifetime more. Will you marry me?”

Her shoulders are shuddering, her knees are wobbly but she doesn’t fall as she holds onto my shoulders. Tears are actively flowing from her eyes and rolling their way down her cheeks. But on her lips beams a smile so bright it blinds me. She’s choking on the tears as she chuckles and a shaky, “Yes,” falls from her lips. “Of course I’ll marry you, Dawson!” She says the rest with more conviction and I am convinced she means what she says. 

I jump to my feet and pull her into my arms, never letting go, afraid she’ll fade away if I do. We stand like that for what feels like hours, just swaying back and forth stealing kisses every so often as we hold each other.

Contest Image # Eleven

Nick comes out of his room with something folded in his hands. “Dude, look at this.”

I glance over and my face flushes. “Is that an old Playboy magazine? Where’d you find that?”

“My dad gave it to me. Gave me a whole box actually. Said he was passing on his collection.” 

We glance at the cover of Cindy Crawford topless with her arms poised perfectly enough to cover her chest. Damn, was she a babe back then.

“Don’t you find it a little strange? He probably used to jack off to this shit.”

Nick shrugs. “What I don’t know won’t hurt me. Come on. Let’s see what the ladies used to look like in 1998.”

We take a seat on the couch and crowd around the magazine. As he flips through the pages my stomach starts to tighten as my cock strains in my jeans. These woman are fucking hot. There's provocative pictures with just the right amount of skin showing, and then there are others, where everything is on display for our eyes to see.

I wonder if Nick is fighting this as much as I am. When I secretly peek over the top of the magazine, I find him with his hand wrapped around his dick, pumping slowly.

“What the fuck?” I say, shying away even though I can’t seem to take my eyes off of him. His thick, heady tip and the way the veins in his cock pop in his fist have me feeling a sort of way, and suddenly I’m questioning my entire existence. 

“It’s fine, Sam. You can do it, too. I won’t judge. I just can’t fucking help myself. Look at those tits!” He exclaims, pointing to the picture on the page.

Fuck it, friends can masturbate with each other, right? I only say this because my cock is straining in my pants so hard it’s starting to hurt and I am more desperate for relief than anything.

I undo my jeans and slip my hand beneath my briefs, sighing when I feel my hand wrap around myself. Needing more, I shimmy out of my pants slightly and spit in my hand, helping with the friction.

I think of nothing but Nick’s heavy breaths beside me as we continue to flip through the magazine. The atmosphere in the room changes. The air gets thicker the longer we continue to touch ourselves in front of each other, until Nick stops turning the pages altogether and all we can focus on is the need for release.

He tosses the magazine down on our laps between us. With it no longer blocking him from view, I continue to watch as his hand slides up and down his thick cock with ease and I don’t know why but I’m envious of him and of his hand and the way he touches himself. I chance a glance at his face and catch him watching me as well. He blushes fiercely and looks away, embarrassed he got caught.

“It’s okay, Nick.” I tell him, enjoying the attention. I lower my voice to a whisper. “This is weird, isn’t it?”

He shakes his head. “The only thing that’s weird is how much I don’t want to stop.” He bites his lip before meeting my eyes. “Is it bad I want to touch you?”

I swallow the lump that forms in my throat and shake my head. “No.” I mutter. A wild idea pops into my head but I’m too afraid to suggest it. That is until I feel Nick’s hand roam over my thigh. “We could help each other out, just this once. Lend a helping hand, so to speak.” I finally breathe. It’s like there’s hardly any oxygen left in his parents' basement.

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, Nick is swatting my hand away and wrapping his fist around my length. There's an urgency to his movements. He's not reluctant or hesitant as he takes control of my cock. Holy fuck, he feels unlike any woman I’ve ever had wrapped around me. His fist is strong and his palm is calloused. Maybe it’s because he knows what he’s actually doing.

“Is it gay if I say you have a nice dick?” Nick jokes.

“Everything we’re doing is gay right now. Just accept it, man.”

I lick the palm of my left hand and reach over to grab his cock. He’s longer than I am, but not quite as thick, and his veins are more prominent from the looks of it. Fuck, why is this turning me on more than those pictures ever did?

“Well, if that’s the case.” He slides off the couch and gets on his knees before me. 

“What are you doing?”

Nick shrugs as he pulls my pants down my legs. “Helping you out. Aren’t you the least bit curious as to what it’s like?” He closes his eyes, licks his lips, and leans forward. His mouth is so warm and wet as he wraps his lips around me and starts to suck. His blonde hair is messy about his head and I want to reach out and grab onto the ends but I stop myself. 

“Ohhh fuck.” I groan as I involuntarily buck my hips up into his mouth. I can already tell that I’m not going to last long.

Beneath me he plays with my balls, jostling them around in his palm and tugging ever so slightly on them, causing all the blood in my body to pump straight to my dick. I try to tell myself this means nothing as I thrust into his mouth, but something tells me this is definitely not just nothing. My best friend’s mouth is wrapped around my cock and all I can think about is how to let my girlfriend down easy because even she doesn’t compare to the feeling of his mouth on me.

“Nick.” I warn him, but he just keeps licking and sucking, ignoring my pleas for him to stop because I’m right on the edge, right on that cusp of sweet, sweet release and I don’t think he wants me to come in his mouth.

“Fuck, Nick stop. I’m going to come.”

He pops his mouth off my dick but continues to stroke me off. “Then fucking come, Sam.”

When his eyes meet mine my breath rattles in my throat. His eyes are charcoal black. He’s so fucking turned on all the blue in his eyes have succumbed to his pupils. Does he actually want this?

He twists his wrist and spits on my cock, pulling and tugging until I feel my balls tighten inside of me. “Shit.” I grunt as I explode, combusting hard all over his hand with a white hot load of cum. It takes a few minutes for my breathing to return to normal

He grabs a tissue from the coffee table and wipes us off. “So how’d I do?” He asks as he falls down on the couch next to me. His cock is still out and fuck, now my mouth is watering.

“Better than any woman I’ve ever been with.” I tell him honestly. “Now lean back so I can return the favor.”

It’s not as messy as licking pussy, which is a plus, I think to myself as I tentatively wrap my lips around him. He slides down my tongue effortlessly and I take him in until he hits the back of my throat. I get used to the feeling of him in my mouth, and I can't lie, I kind of like it. Every time he groans or moans or makes any noise at all, it propels me forward, to try harder to make him come, because fuck, I want him to.

“Let me know when you’re close.” I tell him.

“Oh I’m right fucking there, Sam.” Quickly, I pick up the pace and twist my hand around his cock and tickle his perineum with the tip of my finger. He seems to like that, because he comes almost instantly from the contact. “What the fuck was that?” He asks, his chest heaving.

“I don’t know. Diana’s done it to me, though. Thought I’d share the wealth.”

"Fuck, dude." He says with a smile.

Once we’re cleaned up and back in our pants, we look at each other and chuckle. “This stays between us.” I warn him, even though I’m already hoping there will be a next time.

“I know. I know. Our girlfriends would kick our asses if they found out.” He laughs. “Come on, let’s go play some video games. There’s more magazines we can check out later.” I don’t miss the lift in his brows or the smirk on his lips.

So it's not just me, I think. This wasn’t just a one time thing.

 

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen

Author's Note: Another two parts merged into one. And yes I know it's kinda cheesy. Oh well. Thank you for taking the time to read!

Dawson

Holy shit. I’m going to be a dad. Me, a dad! And Lucy is going to be a mom. Never realizing this was something I wanted until now, I am absolutely thrilled to find out. Lucy pulls out her phone to call someone, while I pull out mine. I have to tell someone and I know just who to call.

Heading outside with Harley, I open up my phone and dial my dad.

“Hey Dawson, everything alright?”

“Everything’s great, Dad. Better than alright. Umm... are you sitting down?”

“Yeah, why?”

I take a deep breath just as Lucy comes up to my side and gives me a hug. “Is that your dad?” She asks me and I nod. “Put it on speaker.” She says.

“Hi Walter!” Lucy exclaims. “Is Jeanie there with you?”

“Right next to me, doll. Should I put her on?”

Both Lucy and I are smiling widely as we answer with a resounding yes.

“Okay kiddos, what’s going on you’re starting to worry me.” Walter quips as he chuckles over the phone.

“You tell them.” She urges me. “They’re your parents.”

“Okay.” I say and then stop. “Lucy and I have some exciting news to share with you.” I take another deep breath and hope to god my heart decelerates soon. “Lucy’s pregnant.”

My mom shrieks. “I’m going to be a grandma?”

“And Dad’s going to be a grandpa.” I say.

“And we’re going to be parents.” Lucy follows, looking at me while the entirety of my world lives in her eyes. “I love you.” She mouths while squeezing my free hand.

“This is so exciting.” Squeals my mom on the other line. “Isn’t this wonderful Walter?”

“Are you sure you two have thought this through?” 

“Not in the slightest. It just sort of happened. We found out today actually. Lucy took a test at Sierra’s after they made up and I just needed to call and let you know, too.”

“Isn’t this a little sudden?” My dad asks.

“Very sudden. But we’ll figure it out along the way. I know we will. The baby will have Lucy’s room and I’ll make all the furniture. I don’t know, we’ll figure out a plan. We have nine months.”

“If you need anything from us just let us know. Oh we’re so excited for you both.” My mom cries over the phone.

“Thanks Mom. Well, we won’t keep you any longer. Have a good night.”

“Goodnight.” They say in unison before hanging up.

“We should celebrate.” I suggest as I pocket my phone and Lucy nods.

“How? We could get some sparkling cider.”

“I was thinking more along the lines of celebrating with my face between your thighs, but if you have any other ideas I’m open to suggestions.” This causes her to laugh and I swear I’m on top of the world at this moment. I’ve got a girl who loves me and things could not be better.

Next thing I know she’s leading me into the house and toward our room, stripping down to nothing but her panties as she positions herself on the edge of our bed. With her brown eyes wide she slowly starts rubbing herself over the cotton of her underwear. I climb out of my shirt and pants and drop down onto my knees before her. Slowly, I lick and suck and bite my way up her inner thighs, watching as her panties get wetter with every swipe of her fingertips over her clit through the thin fabric.

“May I?” I ask as I wave her hand away while she nods. Pulling aside her underwear, I sigh. When I separate her lips all I see is the color pink and I groan. I glance back up at her and she’s watching me with a desire in her eyes so palpable I can’t contain myself. Darting out my tongue, I lick her pussy up and down, listening to the sounds she makes as her thighs hold me tighter in place. She tastes good, like the kind of good I want to spend forever chasing.

“Mmmm yeah. Roll your tongue again.” Lucy directs me back to her clit where I roll my tongue over the little bead over and over again. I do it until she’s humming instead of moaning. I do it until she’s yanking on my hair so hard it hurts. I do it until she’s cursing out my name and coming all over the tip of my tongue.

“Ohh fuck, Dawson!” Her thighs are holding my face in place as she rides out her orgasm on my tongue. Even when she’s done and her body is spent I don’t stop. I swirl my tongue; I lick, I bite, I suck until she’s coming so hard she’s screaming out every moan.

“You need to— you need to s-stop.” She struggles to say but I can’t. She’s too much fun to play with. I stand up and grab her by the waist and toss her farther back on the bed. I reach for the rope I prematurely tied to the bed posts and secure her in place with little slack. Then I slide back down her body and flick her clit with my tongue just a little more.

“F-Fuck yes.” She whispers under her breath and I smile. I knew she didn’t want me to stop, not really. And now with her tied down she has no choice but to submit to my every whim and desire. 

I lick her clit a few more times before deliberately dragging my tongue up her belly and toward her breasts. She’s tugging on the restraints with nowhere to go as I interlock my fingers with hers. Settling into place between her hips, I roll my hips into hers, until my cock finds her entrance and I’m thrusting myself nice and deep inside her. Lucy mewls. “Oh my god, yesss, baby.” 

“Fuck.” I groan with my forehead and nose pressed against hers. With my eyes closed I find her lips in the dark and I kiss her so deeply and so completely that I know in her I’ve found that forever kind of love. 

She feels like paradise, the way she clamps around my cock like she does. Always so fucking tight, almost too tight for me to withstand at times. Right now is one of those times as she grips my hands in hers, riding the tidal wave that crashes around her as she comes again and I follow suit, filling her up with my cum and watching as it drips out of her. “Oooh yesss. No point in pulling out anymore.” I groan through clenched teeth. Reaching for the tissue, I wipe her off as I start to undo the knots around her wrists. 

“Fuck, I’m still shaky, Dawson.” Lucy says as I pin her to the bed and kiss every inch of her I can reach. She rolls over on her side so I can sneak in behind her. When I slap her ass she yelps. “Mmm stop it,” she moans as I let my hand wander between her thighs and fuck, she’s still so wet, “Coconut.” She says and I abruptly pull away.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She whispers with a soft smile. “I’m just overstimulated at the moment and need a break. But everything else? Fuck, that was the best Dawson. You know just what to do. Those hands, that mouth, your fucking cock. It’s all too good to be true.”

Lucy

It’s been three weeks since we found out about the baby. Every day I get a little more excited because time and time again Dawson proves to me what an amazing dad he’s going to be, how wonderful he’s going to be to me.

“You should quit your job.” Dawson says to me over breakfast the morning of my first doctor’s appointment.

“Umm, what?” I say as I choke on a piece of toast.

“Well I was thinking, with the baby coming we’ll both have less time on our hands. And I’d rather you cut ties with the cafe versus cutting ties with writing, something that you love.” I open my mouth to argue about this little thing called money but Dawson doesn’t give me a chance to. “If you’re worried about making ends meet we’ll be fine. I do pretty well for myself.”

I shake my head, emphatically so. “It’s not your job to take care of me. You shouldn’t have to.”

“I want to, Goose. You’re about to give me everything I never knew I wanted until now. Let me help you achieve your dream. You have eight months to write your little heart out. Fucking do it. How much do you have left of the one you’ve been working on?”

I blow a piece of hair out of my face with a sigh. “I’m about 90% of the way there, just trying to figure out how I want it to end.”

Dawson smiles. “Are you going to give them a happy ending?”

I shrug and push the eggs around on my plate. “I don’t know yet. Not everything should end happily.” 

Dawson raises his eyebrows. “You’re a ray of sunshine this morning. What’s wrong?”

Tears appear out of nowhere and I think to myself, this better be the hormones. “I’m just feeling very inadequate at the moment.” I wipe away a tear and I scoff to myself. “Are you still coming with me today?” I ask him as my crying subsides.

“Of course. Speaking of, we should probably get going to beat traffic.”

“Right.” I collect our plates from the table and rinse them off in the sink. Once everything’s put away I let Dawson lead me outside. “You know you don’t always have to help me into your truck, right?” I ask him and he blushes.

“But it’s fun. And you’re carrying precious cargo now, so you must be handled with care.”

I roll my eyes and click my seat belt closed. With my fists in my lap I spend the ride lost deep in thought. Thoughts about the baby, the book, the job I hate, and the man that I love. Thankfully Dawson outweighs every one of my problems. He’s my North Star, shining bright. His love leads me safely home. I place my hands on my stomach, wondering what’s happening inside of me.

“Okay, I’m dying to know. What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours?” Dawson asks as he fights the early morning commuters on their way to work.

“Just thinking.” I say with my head pressed against the windowpane.

“I can see that.” He reaches over and holds my thigh. Fuck, his fingers feel good on my skin and I blush harder. 

“Please move your hand before I show up to this appointment wetter than a water slide.”

Dawson laughs from the seat beside me. “Just that little touch turned you on?”

I hide my face in my hands and groan. “I’ve been nothing but horny all morning. Damn hormones. All I want is sex.”

He snickers. “That can be arranged, you know. All you have to do is ask, or better yet, just show me you want me.”

“After the appointment. Are we almost there?” I check the clock nervously. “We have ten minutes.”

“Calm down. It’s right here.” He pulls into a plaza and parks in a spot closest to the door. I hop out of the truck before he gets the chance to help me down. 

“See, I’m capable of getting in and out on my own.” I tell him and he smirks.

“Was it as fun though?”

I shake my head. “Not in the slightest. But right now, I need you not to touch me. Because if you touch me, I’ll start feeling something and I really don’t want to go into this appointment feeling some sort of way.”

He can’t help it as he laughs next to me. “I’ll keep my hands to myself.” He promises as he shoves his hands into his pockets. When we show up we fill out the necessary paperwork and wait until we’re called back.

“Lucy D.” A nurse says and Dawson and I head back, following her down a sterile hallway and into a small room with a bed and stirrups. She asks me a few of the typical questions. 

“When was the start of your last period?”

I count back on my fingers the weeks in my head. “May 12th.”

“So it’s been about nine weeks. Did you use any contraceptives?”

I shake my head. “I was taking birth control but I’m not the best at taking them on time…” I glance over at Dawson. “I’m sorry.”

“That will do it.” The nurse says. “Any medications you’re currently taking?”

I shake my head. “No.”

“Alright. On the other side of this wall is a bathroom. On the counter are some plastic cups. Write your name on the cup, pee into the cup, and put the cup up on the shelf behind the metal door. Sound good? The doctor will be in here shortly after.”

“Got it.” I step down from the bed and walk into the bathroom. I write my name and sit down, hoping I line it up right on the first try because I never do. Filling the cup halfway, I wipe off the outside of it and set it on the shelf behind the metal door. I wash my hands and head back to Dawson in the other room where we sit and wait for the doctor to show.

About ten minutes later we hear a knock on the door. “Come in.” I say as I sit up in bed.

“Lucy?” She says while taking a seat on her stool and I nod. “I’m Dr. Eberling. I hope you’re excited, because you are definitely pregnant.”

“Oh I know. I took all the damn tests in the box to verify.” 

“Did this come as a bit of a shock or were you hoping to expect?” She asks me.

“About as shocking as a pregnancy can be into a month-long relationship.”

“To be fair,” Dawson says from the corner and I almost forgot he was here. He reaches for my hand. “I’ve been in love with her for years.”

“Oh there’s a story here. Tell me while we do some blood work and get an ultrasound done. You appear to be about eight weeks along. That means you are due for a February baby.” 

“That’s not possible. He — err didn’t come inside me until five weeks ago.” I blush scarlet. Writing about sex and talking about it are two completely different things.

“I’ll know more with the ultrasound. Sit tight and change into this gown, buttons in the front.” She exits the room, promising to be back soon.

Dawson looks at me incredulously while I step out of bed and strip down to my underwear. His eyes grow dark as he watches me. “Did I somehow manage to get you pregnant the second or third time we slept together? What are the odds of that?”

“I’d say pretty fucking low.” I laugh as I sigh and sit back down with the gown on. He stands up next to the bed so I can rest my head against his chest. Beneath his shirt I can hear his heart beat and the steady drumming of it grounds me. I wrap an arm around his back and hug him. “I love you so much, Dawson.” 

He tilts my chin and my head goes back and he’s bending low, kissing me slowly and I feel every brush of his lips all over my body. He does things to me I didn’t know were possible until I gave him a chance. In such a short period of time he’s become a profound part of my life. He’s my anchor, my rock, my guiding compass and I don’t know where I’d be if it weren’t for him and his overwhelming generosity. I can’t do this without him.

When Dr. Eberling returns there’s a nurse at her heels. It’s the same nurse as before and she’s quick as she draws the few rounds of blood she needs before I start to feel like a pincushion. 

“So tell me about this whole ‘loving her for years’ thing. When did you two meet?” The doctor asks as the nurse begins setting up for the ultrasound. 

Dawson gives me a look, asking if it’s okay and I nudge him along. “Go on and tell the story. You know you want to.” The doctor chuckles and Dawson blushes.

“Lucy was six years old when she met my little sister Sierra. I was eight and I thought she was the prettiest girl I had ever seen.” He never told me that. “Fast forward nine years. I take her first kiss in my parents’ basement and I spend years chasing the feeling her kiss brought me. Fast forward ten more years and she finally lets it happen after years of hopeless pining and unsolicited flirting on my end. And about four weeks later I get her pregnant.” The whole time he tells the story he has that look in his eye. The one reserved just for me because his eyes don’t leave mine the entire time he speaks.

The nurse touches the petroleum jelly covered tool to my stomach and I wince. It’s cold. I watch the screen while Dr. Eberling responds to Dawson. “If that isn’t the cutest story I’ve ever heard.” She looks down at me and smiles. “That man loves you something mighty, you can see it in the way he looks at you.” 

“I know.” I whisper. “He’s so wonderful.” Beside me Dawson blushes even brighter than before.

The doctor smiles. “There’s your baby. That little lima bean right there.” She points it out on the screen and something in me shifts. When I see the little bean I start to cry, I’m so incredibly happy.

“Dawson.” I tug on his arm and show him. “Right there. That’s our baby.” 

The doctor takes a few pictures on the screen while Dawson bends low. “Avert your eyes, Doc.” He says, as he kisses me and tastes salt. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing at all. I’m so happy, Dawson. You make me so happy.”

“Everything looks good so far. Your expected due date is February 15th, maybe with a love like yours you’ll have a Valentines baby. Do you have any questions for me?”

“None right now, but I’m sure I’ll have plenty next time.” I say, feeling stupid for not having any.

“Okay then. Take your prenatal vitamins and call the office if anything comes up. You can schedule your next visit at the front desk and pick up copies of the ultrasound there. I’ll see you in a month. Take care.” Dr. Eberling smiles at us.

“Thank you, you too.” I say. Once she’s out of the room I’m quick to get up and wipe the leftover jelly off my abdomen. After, I change back into my clothes while Dawson watches with heavy eyes.

“We are in a doctor’s office. Stop that.” I lightly slap the look right off his face and pull him with me out the door toward the exit. We stop at the front desk and I schedule my next appointment for August while Dawson tucks the copies of the ultrasound in his wallet.

We pass a baby store on the way home so we decide to stop in and see just what we’re getting ourselves into. In the toy section Dawson finds a stuffed goose and shows it to me. “We’re buying this.” He says with a smile and I smile too. We check out the strollers, the bottles, the diapers and the clothes. In the book section I spot Lucy Goosey and grab it. 

“Can’t forget this either.” I nudge him and show him the book while his face lights up.

We head to the cashier and Dawson pays as I examine the books near the register. I add one to the pile and he chuckles. “Don’t you have enough books?”

“Yes, but none are about pregnancy and motherhood, so indulge me why don’t you.”

“Yes ma’am.” 

Once we’ve paid and we’re back on the road heading home I grab his hand over the center console. “Do you hope it’s a boy or a girl?”

“Either one sounds terrifying.” He admits from the driver’s seat. 

“I want a little girl. But a little boy would be lovely too. Especially if he ends up anything like you.” I reach over and pinch Dawson’s cheek. “Handsome like his daddy.”

“Or a little girl just as radiant as her mother.”

“Oh stop that.” I blush and look away from his unwavering gaze. He puts his hand on my thigh and I sigh into the weight of his touch. That’s all it takes and I am buzzing. As soon as we’re home I sit him down on the couch and I remind him just how much I love him.

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Author's Note: When people say the characters write the story themselves, this chapter is a prime example of that. Also, this is another instance of two parts becoming one. Please don't hate me for the twist and thank you so much for reading!

Dawson

Figuring we’re the last people Sierra wants to see right now, Lucy and I take off soon after we realize Sierra has fled the scene in Jake’s BMW. 

“Come on Harley!” I call her and she comes running into my arms so I can lift her into the truck. My dad’s on the porch, smoking a rare cigarette. “Everything will be okay, right?” I ask him quietly.

“Once your sister gets over the initial shock of it all, she’ll come around.”

Except Sierra doesn’t come around, the next week comes and goes and she never shows up for her Chicken Marsala, not that we really expected her to. Lucy’s exhausted her efforts to try and reach out but Sierra obviously doesn’t want to be reached. Somehow their fighting even impacts Lucy and me. I spend most of my time in the barn, working on client orders now that my bed frame is finished and installed as of last night. I’m currently working on a rocking chair for an expecting mother down the road, which is an unfamiliar build for me but I’m not worried, I enjoy a challenge.

It’s been two weeks since the blowout in the basement and we're deep in a rut. Lucy’s reading on the couch with Harley resting her head on her thigh. When I finish sanding I head over to them. “You know what I think we could all use?” She looks up at me with a sad smirk on her lips. “Let’s go for a walk.” Harley’s ears perk up and her tail starts to wag. 

“That sounds nice.” Lucy says, closing her book with a pop!

Once we’re ready to go, we load up in the truck and head to Four Ponds park, where we spend the afternoon walking around the paths while we admire the surrounding nature. We see ducks, turtles, squirrels, and plenty of birds and fish as we weave our way down the winding trails. At one point we take a break and play fetch with Harley in an empty field. We chat, we laugh and neither of us brings Sierra up.

“Can you believe it’s been over a month since you’ve moved in?”

“Has it really? Wow. Time flies.” And then her face scrunches up as she counts on her fingers and whatever she’s calculating has her fading in color.

“What’s wrong?” I ask her but her face instantly changes back to a flickering smile.

“Oh nothing. Everything’s fine. Just feel like I lost a week of my life somewhere there.”

I wrap an arm around her shoulders as we turn around and head back down the tracks toward where we’re parked. 

“I miss Sierra.” Lucy mumbles. It’s the first time I’ve heard her say her name in over a week.

“If I know my sister at all, she misses you too.” I unwrap my arm from her shoulder and link hands with her instead. “When’s the last time you tried calling her?”

Lucy just shakes her head. “She sends me right to voicemail.”

“Feel like going for a trip across town? She can’t ignore you in person. Well she can try but it’s not as effective.” I ask her, knowing I need to do something to fix this mess I put us in.

“No, that's okay. I think I’m going to ambush her on my own later. It might be best if she doesn’t see us together for the time being.” Lucy says and I squeeze her hand.

“Well if you change your mind and decide you want some company let me know.”

“Thanks Dawson.” I hear her stomach rumble and I chuckle with my whole body. “What’s for dinner tonight?” We’re just about back to the car when I offer up the suggestion of pizza. “Mmmm pizza.” She moans and the sound is heavenly and only slightly does the job of turning me on.

“Make the call and I’ll pick it up on the way home.”

She places the order on her phone and tells me where to go. We get there early, so while we wait she heads into the pharmacy next door for drinks because they’re cheaper.

“When she returns with two pizzas I gawk. “Actually, change in plans. Don’t take us home. This pizza is going to be a peace offering. Take us to Sierra and Jake’s.”

Lucy

My heart has been thundering in my ears for hours now. I’m doing my best to keep my cool but if I don’t get an answer soon I’m going to scream. Dawson helps me out of the truck with the pizzas as we head up the drive to Sierra and Jake’s beautiful colonial home with Harley on our heels.

Knock! Knock! Knock! When she answers the door and she sees us her face drops. “What do you want?”

“To fix things. I miss you, Sierra. My life is a hell of a lot more boring without you in it.” She tries to close the door but Dawson sticks his foot out to stop her. “Please. We brought pizza. Hawaiian, your favorite.” I push the pizza in her direction and let her catch a whiff. 

“Hawaiian’s your favorite, babe?” Jake asks and I shake my head. Sometimes I wonder about him. 

Sierra opens the door a little more and Harley lets herself right in. “I guess my decision is made for me. Come on.” She says while waving us in.

I kick off my shoes by the stairs and follow Sierra into the kitchen. I set the pizzas on the counter and brace myself for her wrath. Instead, I’m met with a hug and a trail of waterworks. “I’ve missed you too, Lucy. Dammit why’d you have to hide this from me like that? Why couldn’t you have just told me from the beginning? We tell each other everything.”

“I thought you’d be mad. He’s your brother, Sierra.”

“And you’re my best friend. It’s kind of amazing. I would’ve been happy for you had you just told me.” She says and I’m floating high; somewhere up on Cloud Nine until I remember why I needed to come here in the first place.

“Speaking of telling each other everything…” While I check to make sure Dawson and Jake are in the other room, I pull Sierra down the hall and extract the box I bought from the pharmacy. “Sierra…” She sees the box and her face turns from unadulterated shock to pure unbridled euphoria.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

I pull her into the bathroom with me and lock the door behind her. “I’ve never been good at taking pills on a schedule, you know that. And then two weeks ago Dawson, well, he came inside me twice and I thought nothing of it at the time. But now it’s been six weeks since my last period and I am freaking out.” My hands are shaking as Sierra takes the box from my hands and opens it up for me. 

“Pee and take a deep breath. Give it five minutes and we’ll see what happens.”

“Oh my god Sierra what if it’s positive?” I ask as I take a deep breath and pee on the stupid stick. It would be a lot easier if I could see what I was doing. Fucking guys have no idea how easy they have it. Once I’m done I put the cap back on, flush, and try not to have a panic attack.

“We’ve been dating for just over a month. We can’t have a baby together.” I whisper the word baby just in case they can hear us.

“Yeah, but Dawson’s been in love with you for like ever. This will just make him love you more.” I look at her, wondering how she knew. “I’ve been talking to Jeanie and Walter a lot.” She says. “Apparently you and Dawson are in love love. Or so they seem to think.”

“Oh Sierra if you only knew what he does to me. He makes so fucking happy.”

“If I recall correctly, he’s the best you ever had. Isn’t that what you said?”

I flush. “If he wasn’t your brother I’d give you every dirty detail but don’t worry, I won’t.”

“I appreciate you sparing me. But I’m glad he makes you happy. You deserve to have the best orgasm of your life, Lucy, you shouldn’t have to settle for anything less. And if Dawson’s the one who gives that to you, why fight that?”

The shrill sound of the alarm on her phone goes off and I start to panic. I reach for the test on the counter and take a seat on the edge of the tub where Sierra joins me. When I open my eyes my chest tightens when I see those little blue lines. I look over at Sierra with tears in my eyes. “I’m pregnant.” I choke out.

“I’m going to be an Aunt!” Sierra squeals and she’s crying happy tears and I’m just crying because I’m unsure of how to feel at the moment. I’m excited and losing my mind all at the same time. I need to tell Dawson.

I keep the positive test and wash my hands before heading out of the bathroom with Sierra behind me. When Dawson sees my face his eyes grow in concern. “What’s wrong? I thought you guys made up.” 

“We’ll talk when we get home.” I tell him.

Apparently Dawson’s not the patient type because he grabs the pepperoni pizza off the counter and bids his goodbye to everyone.

“Wish me luck.” I say to Sierra when I hug her goodbye.

“I’m telling you, you have nothing to worry about. He’s going to fall that much more in love with you. But good luck either way.” 

“Thanks. God I’ve missed you. We can never go two weeks without speaking again.” I say, walking on shaky feet as Dawson helps me into the truck. As I watch him walk around to his side I think about how I’m about to change the trajectory of his life in a very real and permanent way.

“So what’s up?” Dawson asks once he’s back in the car but I shake my head.

“When we get home.” I say as I open the pizza box he set in my lap and I eat a piece. I’m stressed and I’m starving and now I’m eating for two so I can’t just ignore my body anymore. More tears start to stream down my face. My whole life is about to change.

“Okay you’re scaring me. Why are you crying, Goose?”

“Just get us home. I can’t tell you while you’re driving.”

Dawson starts to freak out in the seat next to me. “Oh no. She convinced you to break up with me, didn’t she? Well I won’t let that happen.”

I shake my head. “That’s not it Dawson. Please. Just focus on the road and get us home safely.”

As soon as we’re in the driveway he parks the truck and turns to me. “What’s up?”

“Let’s head inside. It’s a bit too heavy of a conversation and I don’t want to have it with a pizza box in my lap. Plus Harley’s probably starving.”

At the mention of her name her ears perk and her tail starts to thwack against the seats in the back. With Harley as a distraction I head into the house and set the pizza on the counter. Dawson soon follows with Harley behind him as I move to pace the length of the living room. Once Harley’s fed I tell Dawson to take a seat on the couch.

“Okay, I’m seriously freaked out over here.”

I knit my fingers together. “I fucked up.” Is all I say at first.

“Elaborate please.”

“Normally words are my friends, but right now they seem to be evading me so I may as well just show you.” I pull the box from my purse and take out the used test. As soon as I give it to him I can’t bear to look at him, living in fear of how he’s going to react.

“Is this— does this mean— Fuck, Lucy look at me.” I lift my eyes from the chip in the floor I was focusing on. When I finally meet his gaze his eyes are so wide, and they are so blue I just want to wade in them. “Are you pregnant?”

I nod slowly, my hair falling in my face and hiding the way the tears have stained my cheeks. “I’m so sorry Dawson. If I had just been more careful this wouldn’t have happened.”

“I’m not mad. I think I’m in shock but I’m certainly not mad. I’m— I’m excited. You’re going to make me a dad.”

I grin through my tears. “You’re going to be the best dad.” I tell him as I crawl into his lap where he’s waiting for me to join him.

“And you’ll be the best mom.” He states and my heart flutters as I start to worry. I don’t know how to be a mom. I didn’t have one growing up and even my dad was barely around. And when he was, things never ended well. But I did have Jeanie and Walter and they were the best. He rests his hand on my stomach and he grins from ear to ear. “You’re growing life, like a science experiment, how cool.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re really okay with this?” I ask him softly.

“Is it soon? So incredibly soon. But I know how much I love you, and I know how much I’ll love this little bean inside of you. Nothing can keep me from you, Lucy. If that’s what you’re worried about. I can see it on your face, you’re worried about something.”

“A baby is a big commitment.” I remind him. The less he worries the more I do. In spite of my excitement, I have no idea what I’m doing.

“Lucky for you, I’m here for the long haul, whether you like it or not.” I smile up at him because I like it. I like it a lot. And I know as long as I have him on my side, everything will be just fine.

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Author's Note: Thank you for reading! I never thought I'd do something with this but I'm so glad I did.

Lucy

On Sunday morning I wake up in a lazy haze as I recall the night before. Beside me Dawson’s still sleeping with an arm draped over my stomach and I smile sleepily to myself at how peaceful and dreamy he looks. I shift in the bed and cause him to stir. “Mmm good morning.” He says with a rough voice.

He glances over my shoulder at the clock and mumbles, “Fuck. It’s already ten? We have to leave soon.”

“Why do you seem so upset?” I ask him curiously.

“Not upset, just pouting because I had other plans in mind.” He blushes and he’s so transparent I can see right through him. After a few sleepy kisses we finally roll out of bed and then hurry to get ready. Once Harley’s been fed and let out, we bring her along for the ride. 

I’m standing on the porch of the Ford’s house, more nervous than I’ve ever been in my life. My hands are shaking, holding the veggie platter we bought as I wait for Dawson and Harley. I’m a little too self conscious given the fact that Walter and possibly Jeanie both know I’m currently sleeping with their son.

“What are you waiting for?” Dawson calls from behind me while slipping his arm around my waist.

“You.” I say with a whine in my voice. “I’m nervous, okay?”

He kisses my temple just as the door opens and Jeanie answers. If she notices the kiss she doesn’t say anything.

“Lucy, Dawson! Come on in.” She takes the veggie platter from me as I kick off my shoes and follow her into the kitchen. “So, how’ve you been Lucy?”

I try to read her tone but can’t discern it. “I’ve been okay. I’m eternally grateful to Dawson for being so chivalrous and taking me in.”

“Oh yeah? How’s that going? Is he being a gentleman?” Jeanie asks as she looks at me from across the island and I think about what happened in the shower last night and wonder if that was very gentleman-like.

“Definitely. You raised a wonderful man. He even cooks!” When I say the word wonderful her eyebrows perk up.

“I raised a wonderful man?” The corner of Jeanie’s lips curl up and I nod, my cheeks turning red. She tosses a dish towel over her shoulder and shuffles her feet into the living room where Dawson and Walter are watching a boring round of golf. I follow her on unsteady, shaky legs that don’t seem to want to work right. 

“When’s Sierra supposed to get here?” I ask her.

“Around noon. The Parkers are coming, too.” I glance back at the clock and it’s already eleven-thirty. I guess it’s now or never if we want to tell her.

My face instantly pales. “Does Mrs. Parker still hate me?” I ask through my fingertips as I cover my face in my hands.

“I’m not sure, she’s a hard woman to read. She refers to you as the spicy inappropriate writer.” Honestly, I’m tickled pink by the compliment.

“I think that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said about me or my writing.” I say while taking a seat on the couch next to Dawson. Jeanie sees how close I sit next to him and her lips curl up even more. I nudge Dawson and give him the look.

“Hey Mom, want to take a seat for a moment?” She sits on the ottoman in front of us and blocks the television, causing Walter to grumble. “Dad, you should probably pay attention too.”

Walter’s ears perk up and he sees the expression on our faces. “Okay.” He mutes the TV and turns his recliner our way.

Dawson takes a deep breath and places a hand on my knee, his calloused thumb tracing circles into the side of my leg. “As you know, Lucy’s been living with me for a few weeks now and we’ve grown to really like each other. Or at least, she’s grown to like me. I’ve loved her now for what feels like forever.” I can feel Dawson looking over at me as I watch as Jeanie’s face gets more and more excited the more he speaks. “And well, we just thought you should know that it’s getting serious.”

Jeanie literally claps. “This is the best news. Walter, why aren’t you more excited?”

Walter rubs a hand against the back of his neck. “About that, I may have already known. Speaking of people knowing, does Sierra know?”

I shake my head. “No. And I’m just, I’m not quite ready to tell her just yet. She’s got so much going on with the wedding and —.”

“Lucy doesn’t think Sierra’s going to approve.” Dawson intercepts.

“Because she’s not. You don’t know your sister like I do. When we were kids I joked about marrying you once upon a time so Sierra and I could become real sisters. That day she made me promise to never fall in love with you.” I’m looking at Dawson and it’s as if the rest of the room has faded into the background. I reach up and touch his face. “Guess I fell through on that promise.”

Jeanie squeals and brings me back to the present. “This is so exciting. Tell me everything. How’d it happen?”

Dawson takes the lead. “It all started ten years ago when Lucy let me steal her first kiss in the basement. I’ve been wearing her down ever since.” I blush like a fiend as he recollects our story with just enough detail to leave Jeanie reaching for Walter’s hand.

“Reminds me of us.” She says with a smile.

Dawson nods knowingly. “If it weren’t for Dad I would have given up a long time ago.”

“I’m so glad you didn’t.” I whisper and again it’s like we’re the only two people in the room when I look at him. Without thinking, I lean forward and kiss his slightly scruffy cheek while he pulls me into his side.

Jeanie is delighted. “I’m going to cry. I’m so happy for you both. Who would’ve thought you two would ever happen?”

“Certainly not me, but thank you. Oh and if Sierra asks about a guy named Adam… umm Dawson is Adam. I promise I’ll tell her by the end of next month. I just need to work up the courage. So if you could please keep it a secret for now, I would greatly appreciate it.” 

Jeanie shakes her head and her black curls fall in her face. “Good luck with that. It’s written all over your faces.”

I cover my mouth and scoot over on the couch, instantly missing the warmth of his thigh pressing against mine. Dawson looks at me and she’s right. His face is all smiles whenever he glances my way. “We’re so fucked.” He says with a smile and I can’t help but smile right back.

“You two are acting like teenagers.” Walter says, shaking his head with a knowing grin on his lips. He unmutes the TV and returns back to golf.

“We can’t help it, it’s still really new.” We still have galaxies in our eyes every time we share a glance and Dawson’s right. We’re severely transparent and Sierra’s going to see right through us. Fuck, do I want to kiss him terribly right now. I pull my phone out and send him a message.

Lucy: I need to be with you without an audience. Where can we meet?

Dawson: Basement. Two minutes.

Jeanie returns to the kitchen while Walter’s already tuned back into golf. I head for the basement and a minute later Dawson follows. As soon as I see that old couch I’m taken back to that night. I push him forward and sit him down. Settling into his lap, I try and recreate that moment.

“Does this mean we’ve come full circle?” He asks as he presses his forehead against mine. His hand is rough on my thigh as he holds me in place.

“I’d say so.” I whisper softly while he begins to rock me in his lap. 

“Teenage me is so happy, Goose. You make me so unbelievably happy.” Dawson cups my cheek with his other hand. “Tell me you’re, happy too.”

“I am positively rhapsodic.” 

He beams at me. “You and your big words.” I can tell there’s more he wants to say but I cut him off with a kiss. As soon as his lips are on mine my body begins to hum for him. His hand is high up my thigh, his calloused fingers startling my skin in the most delicious way. The kiss is so good I can feel every inch of him growing beneath me and I know we need to stop before it goes too far. Although the basement is sound proof so it’s not like anyone would hear…

“Is it bad I’m considering pulling my panties to the side and letting you come inside me again?”

“That’s not a bad thought at all.” Dawson grins maniacally and lifts me off him. He pulls himself out of his cargo shorts and I hop right back on him, straddling his hips. With my thong pulled to the side I slide down on top of him and start rocking back and forth.

“We gotta be quick.” I tell him while rolling my hips over his. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good, Dawson.” He’s so deep inside me I feel like I’m floating on water. He feels like heaven, filling me up as he bucks his hips up to meet mine. It’s not long before he’s gripping my hips hard and he’s falling apart inside me. 

I run quickly to the bathroom to clean up and return to him on the couch. I kiss him a few more times and just as I’m about to pull away I hear her voice and I freeze. 

“What the fuck?”

My face turns scarlet and I hop off his lap so fast I fall to the floor, grateful she didn’t come down just minutes before. Dawson helps me to my feet as I stand up and smooth out my dress. “What is going on here?” Sierra asks as she stomps down the last few steps, with Jake and the Parkers in tow. At this moment I want nothing more than to disappear while I hear Mrs. Parker tell her husband I’m the “dirty writer.”

“So, funny story. Remember that guy Adam?” I ask her and she nods. I reach for Dawson’s hand and link my fingers through his. “He doesn’t exist. It’s been Dawson this whole time.”

Sierra’s face falls. “You’re kidding me, right?”

I shake my head. “It just sort of happened, Sierra. After your engagement party…”

“What happened after my engagement party?”

“Well, Dawson took me back to his place and one thing led to another and…” I trail off again, not sure of how much detail she wants.

“You fucked my brother?”

Dawson’s ready to chime in but I stop him. “Yeah. It was supposed to be just a one time thing but then after Mother’s Day brunch we started talking and we just…haven’t stopped talking since.”

Sierra takes a moment to process this information. “So when you moved in together what happened?”

“I couldn’t avoid him anymore, or my feelings for him.”

She scoffs. “It’s been a month. How many feelings could you possibly have?”

I look from Sierra’s sky blue eyes to Dawson’s ocean blue eyes and I want to break down. Dawson squeezes my hand encouragingly. “I love him, Sierra.”

The Parkers and Jake have since returned to the first floor while Sierra gets more and more frustrated with everything I say.

“You don’t love him, Lucy. You love the idea of him.”

I bite my lip and shake my head. I look over to Dawson and touch his face. “That’s not true.” I turn back to Sierra. “Don’t tell me how I’m feeling. You don’t know what happens when he kisses me or touches me or when… he fucks me.” I’m trying to get a rise out of her now. “Sierra, I tried so hard to fight this. Ask Dawson. You were the reason why I tried as hard as I did. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“So instead you lied to me?”

“I was going to tell you. I was just trying to figure out the best way how to.”

Sierra crosses her arms. “Who else knows?”

I sigh. “Your parents.”

“Seriously Lucy? You told my parents before you told me? I’m your best friend.”

“Yeah well the situation’s a little different when Dawson’s involved.”

Sierra rolls her teeth over her lips and glares at me. “I think you should go. I need to process this and I can’t do that while watching you both do that.”

I look at her funny. “We haven’t done anything?”

“Dawson’s looking at you like he’s a lost puppy.”

“Fine. You want us to leave? We’ll leave. Come on, Dawson.” I say while fighting the tears that are clouding my vision. 

“Dawson can stay, he is family after all. You just need to leave.” Sierra says and I can’t believe what she’s saying. 

With a shaky voice I let go of Dawson’s hand and reach for my purse. “I’ll umm… I’ll order an Uber.”

Dawson sucks in a deep breath beside me and takes my purse from me. “You’re not going anywhere, Lucy. And if you go, I’m going, too. As for you Sierra, you need to get over yourself. She didn’t want this to happen. It’s all my fault and if you’re going to blame anyone it should be me. I flirted just a little too hard and finally landed the girl of my dreams. So you better figure out a way to be happy for us because now that I’ve got her I’m not letting her go.”

I tear up at everything he has to say and stand on my toes to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“I love you, Dawson.”

When I turn to look back at where Sierra was standing she’s gone. Fuck.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten

Author's Note: Sorry, it's a long one (hehe). And yes, it's the middle of the night, but I can't sleep. This was originally two parts, but Lucy's section was so short I wanted to give you more than that in one post. As always, thank you so much for reading!

Lucy

I don’t know how long I end up sitting in the back of the truck, staring up at the stars while fighting the urge to cry. It’s been a while since I called out to Dawson’s retreating figure, but he didn’t stop. He didn’t even hesitate. He just kept on walking.

My ass starts to hurt from the bumps in the bed of the truck, so I get up and wander around the outside of the house. I don’t have to go searching, I already know where he’s at. The pole barn is closed but I can see through the window that the light is on. Sneakily, I enter through the side door. Harley’s on the ratty old couch, but when she sees me her tail wags and she comes running. Dawson’s too focused on what must be his new bed frame to notice me standing here. Although he may be ignoring me too. I wouldn’t be surprised with how I’ve treated him tonight.

“Dawson?” I say but it’s barely audible. Instead I try to clear my throat and that’s when he finally spins around.

“What do you want, Lucy?” His voice sounds weary and his eyes look glassy. 

I glance around at the power tools and back to his eyes. “Are you sure you should be operating those while stoned?”

“I haven’t used a damn tool or smoked all night. I’ve just been sitting here, thinking.”

I take a small step closer to where he’s perched up on his stool. “Thinking about what?” I ask him while still unable to find my voice.

“Thinking about how this all started because of one single, goddamn look. Because I looked at you like—.”

“Like you love me?” I interrupt with a whisper. He hangs his head for a moment before looking back up at me. He’s not grinning like he usually does and my heart cracks.

“Is that such a bad thing?” His expression is pained, like he’s being torn apart from the inside out. Standing up, Dawson closes the space between us and reaches for my hand. Have I mentioned mine fits perfectly in his? It’s annoying and oddly comforting all at once. A warmth radiates through my arm upon his touch and I falter. “So what if I looked at you like that? Are you really that scared of a look?”

I swallow the lump in my throat and try to speak even though my tongue feels like sandpaper. “I’m scared of what the look implies.” I can feel his eyes on me as I stare at my feet. When I finally look up he’s got that look in his eyes again.

“There’s absolutely nothing to be scared of.” He tells me while squeezing my hand. “Have you ever been in love, Lucy?”

I take a deep breath before responding. “No.” I whisper, while inside my heart is screaming at me to say otherwise. “I’ve come close though.”

“What did it feel like?” He asks me while linking his fingers with mine.

I glance at our interlocked hands and I almost want to pull away because the chemical reaction happening between us is too strong for me to withstand. “It feels like I’m falling but the ground never gets closer. It feels like every time I breathe my chest is tightening because it’s making space to fit another’s heart. It feels like—.” 

He cuts me off with an extraordinary kiss. A kiss that makes my knees buckle in place and causes my legs to shake. A kiss that curls my toes and makes me lose all sense of control. When he pulls away he asks, “Does it feel like that kiss?”

I bite my lip, drop my gaze, and nod. “Just like that.”

He tucks a finger under my chin and forces me to meet his gaze. “How do you feel about me, Lucy? For real? Because sometimes I feel like I’m everything you want and other times you make me feel like I’m a mistake.”

My heart shatters. Him a mistake? Never. I reach up and brush my thumb along his jaw. “You are not a mistake. And I am so sorry that I’ve ever made you feel that way.” I drag my tongue along my bottom lip before I keep going. “That being said, I’m still navigating my feelings for you. What I’m feeling for you, is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Every part of you seems too perfect to be true because you check every goddamn box on my list. And it’s absolutely terrifying.”

“What’s so terrifying, Lucy? Am I scary to you?”

I shake my head. “Not at all. Just the consequences of the weight of the word love. I don’t want to hurt you, Dawson. And I don’t want to end up getting hurt. And I can’t hurt Sierra. Fuck, this is all just so messed up. You know what I told her today? That you’re the absolute best I ever had. That I think you’re amazing and that if I wasn’t sane I would have believe I crafted you out of my own mind as the perfect guy for me. And I can’t even tell her who you are or that I’m… that I’m falling in love with you.” My voice is so small as my gaze drops to the ground. He tucks a finger under my chin and forces me to meet his ocean eyes.

His hands are on my waist as he picks me up and sets me down on his stool. The smile on his face makes me swoon. “Has anyone ever told you that you worry too much? Let this happen, Goose. Because fuck, do I love you. I’ve loved you since I was seventeen and the feelings have grown tenfold over the past month. Being with you makes me feel like I’m high, like all the fucking time. Please, just let yourself be with me.”

My heart, once a steady beating in my chest, is now thrumming, pounding faster than the wings of a hummingbird. My hands, once still, are now shaking to the point where I can’t physically stop them. My breathing, once deep, is now so shallow and erratic that I feel like I’m going to faint because I hadn’t realized he loved me like that. He’s loved me for over a decade? Since when? Since he stole my first kiss straight from my lips when I was just fifteen? He’s been pining for me for that long?

“Feel free to speak up whenever you want. It’s not like I just admitted ten years worth of feelings for you or anything.”

“How did you know it was love?” I ask him softly. “We were so young back then.”

“Because when I kissed you I felt warm all over my entire body. I felt it all the way in the tips of my toes. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve tried to fight this. I’ve dated other women, but it’s never been like that first kiss. And I’ve been chasing that feeling ever since.”

I reach step on my tip toes and kiss him softly on the mouth. “Like that?” I whisper against his lips. 

His smile widens. “Just. Like. That.”

Dawson

Lucy feels it, too.  She feels the spark I feel every time we interact. She even said it herself that she’s falling in love with me. I feel like I’m levitating, like I’m under some sort of spell of hers that I hope never fades.

“Dawson?” She whispers as she begins trailing her fingers up and down my arms. Her tone of voice is reluctant and my smile droops.

“Yeah?” I ask with my hands at her waist. I just can’t keep my hands off of her, it’s like I have to be touching her to stay grounded.

“I think I love you too.” She says while her voice undulates. My heart is bursting, exploding out of my chest in vibrant strands of color. I drag my hands up the sides of her body, up her neck, and grab her by the braid while I bend low to meet her for a kiss that makes my heart beat triple time.

“You know you don’t have to say it back, right?” I reassure her.

“I want to though. I mean it. I’ve been feeling it, I just don’t think I’ve wanted to admit to it. Love’s a big commitment.” She breaks to blow a stray piece of hair out of her face. “And the idea of us together is kind of a big deal. Jeanie’s going to freak out, that is if she doesn’t already know.”

“Are you saying you’re ready to make it known?”

“With your mom? Yeah. With Sierra… not so much. Just a little bit longer, I promise. I want to enjoy this, the way it is, for as long as I possibly can. And you can’t deny it, keeping it a secret is kind of fun, even if I do hate hiding the truth from your sister.”

“Well the good news for me is that my mom already loves you, so I don’t have to worry about her approval.”

“Yeah, but what if she doesn’t approve of us?” Lucy asks, suddenly worried once again.

“You’re kidding right? She’s just going to be happy that we’re happy, babe. Now come on,” I say as I take her by the hand. “I’m ready for some dessert.” 

Lucy takes Harley inside while I close up the barn. Back inside Lucy’s prepping herself a bowl of ice cream when I grab her by the waist from behind and spin her in my arms. I grab the bowl from her and set it on the counter. “Hey!” She squeals as I plant gentle kisses up and down the length of her neck.

“Mmmmm.” I moan against her skin while inhaling her strawberry scent. “Put that back in the freezer.” I tell her and her pupils widen just a smidge. “Oh and don’t forget the whipped cream.”

Her cheeks are so fucking pink it makes me physically weak for her. I lead her to my bedroom across from the kitchen and close the door behind us. Turning on my speaker, I put on an old R&B playlist and climb into bed. I crawl my way up the length of her body before settling onto the mattress next to her. She smiles at me while undoing her braid as I admire the way her hair falls over her shoulders in loose waves. “You’re fucking flawless, you know that?”

“I am not flawless.” She argues. “I’m pretty far from it actually.”

“Not in my eyes.” I reach for the button on her shorts and pop it open between my fingers. Slowly, I tug the jean fabric off of her while grazing my knuckles down the sides of her legs. Goosebumps form along her flesh in the wake of my touch.

“How do you do that?” She whines and when I look back up at her face her eyes have submitted to the black of her pupils.

“Do what?” I whisper as I take off my shirt before removing hers, dragging my hands up her torso in the process.

“All it takes is just a touch, or even sometimes just one look, and my body just instantly responds to you. It’s like I’m fire and you’re kerosene. You know just what to do to me.”

“What can I say? It’s a gift.” She’s up on her knees and pushes me so that my back’s pressed against the wall. I watch with bated breath as the thing in my chest amplifies its beating while she unclasps her bra and lets it drop on the spot from her shoulders. I’ll never tire of this view because to me she’s the most beautiful thing to grace this earth. Her peachy pink lips and her rosy red cheeks. Her glossed over eyes and the way her smile leaves me speechless. I’ve wanted to be allowed to love this girl for so long and now that I finally can it feels so goddamn liberating.

Lucy comes over and pulls my shorts off. Getting into position, she straddles my hips with her knees butting up to the wall. Starting at her hips I hold her in place and slowly slide my fingers up her sides, up until I reach her chest. I glide my thumbs along the underside of her breasts and I suck in a deep breath. She’s too fucking perfect, with her nipples already puckered she’s so fucking responsive for me. When I dare to brush the little buds with my thumbs she throws her head back in a desperate sigh. On her lips is a smile that has no end in sight.

“You may have wanted this since you were seventeen but I’ve wanted this since I was a little girl.” I give her a confused look before she elaborates. “To find someone who loves me the way… the way your parents love each other. The way my dad supposedly loved my mom. And I think I’ve found that kind of love in you. This whole time you’ve been nothing but adoringly sweet and gentle to me.” As she talks she starts to move. Lightly brushing her wet panties against the straining bulge in my briefs. “I’m really sorry I’ve fought you off for so long. If I knew it would feel like this I would have let myself love you sooner.”

She drops her face to mine, teasing me with her lips just barely brushing my mouth. We’re sharing breaths as she rubs herself over me achingly slow. I start to speak and she pulls away to watch my face. “Fuck, Lucy. I love you so much. At first you were just this cute, quiet girl who practically lived at my house, always helping Sierra bother me to no fucking end. Then as we grew up my feelings for you grew into something I felt like I couldn’t control. That night in the basement? It took everything in me not to stay down there and keep kissing you. I could have stayed there all night, content with just the feeling of your lips pressed against mine. You had me hooked, line and sinker.” 

“I can’t believe you never really said anything all this time.” She whispers softly. “I know you would flirt but I thought it was mostly harmless and just to annoy me.”

“I couldn’t say anything, I was always too afraid of how you might react. How Sierra might react. But oh, my dad knew. Honestly he’s probably the only reason this is even happening right now. He told me to ‘stay persistent’ and that I’d wear you down just like he wore my mom down. You know he chased her for years before she gave him a chance?”

Lucy smiles and the world around us fades away until all I see is her. “Who knew the Ford men were such romantics?” She glides over me effortlessly and when she pulls away my briefs are damp and my cock is throbbing and all I want is her.

“Holy fuck, Goose.” She crawls out of my lap and reaches for the whipped cream on the nightstand.

“Take those off.” She says while pointing at my briefs and I don’t hesitate to listen. I sit back and watch as she gets on her hands and knees perpendicular to my body. Shaking the can, she presses the nozzle and releases a dollop right on the head of my dick. Using just her tongue she licks the whipped cream away and wraps her lips around me in one swift motion. Oh my god she is an angel with a halo and wings as she hums around my length so sweetly.

I grab her by the hair and push her down, holding her in place as she swallows every inch of me she can fit in her mouth. With wide eyes she looks over at me and I let her go. She pulls off of me and takes a breath while shaking the can and this time drawing a line of whipped cream up my shaft. Starting at the base, she sticks out her tongue and licks up every drop while tickling the side of my cock. When she pulls away I whimper.

I watch with longing in my eyes as she sets the whipped cream to the side and slips out of her underwear. Her hair is hanging in her face and her chest is rising and falling in place as she meets my gaze. “How do you want me?”

Her question commences a craving in me so profound I can’t ignore it. I sit forward and lean her body back until she’s lying flat and my body is flush against hers. “I want you every fucking way I can have you.” I grab her by the wrists and hold them down above her head. Reaching for the canister of whipped cream I bite the lid off and spray two delicate little circles around her nipples and a line down her torso. Tossing the can to the side, I dip my finger in the line and slowly lick it off while she watches.

“Keep holding me down and lick it off me.” She begs me but I don’t listen, at least not right away as I dip my finger and swirl the whipped cream around both of her taut and needy nipples. This time I slip my fingers in her mouth and let her lick the whipped cream off of me. “Fuck, Dawson. Please.”

I scoot back on my knees and lean forward, deliberately dragging my tongue over the strip of whipped cream on her belly. Never stopping, I continue on up, over the soft swell of her breasts, licking her nipples and swirling my tongue until they’re both clean.

“Oh my god. Yess.” She hisses while I bare my teeth and bite her just hard enough that she yelps. I go to tug on my cock and it’s all sticky from the whipped cream. I lift my head and meet her gaze. 

“As fun as whipped cream is, it’s sticky as fuck, darling. I need to rinse off before this escalates any further.”

I hop off the bed and she follows me out of the room. “May I join you?” She asks. “I’m sticky, too.”

“Of course.” I spin in my tracks and pull her in for a kiss that carries us all the way down the hall, maybe into another dimension entirely. I’m pushing her back against the tiled wall, reaching around her body to turn the water on. When it comes out cold at first we both shriek, then laugh, then fall into place in each other’s embrace beneath the warming water. Her body is a satin ribbon that I plan on unwrapping with my tongue as I slowly slide my way down, tracing her figure with my lips as I drop to my knees between her legs. It still baffles me that I get to feel her in such an intimate way, in a way I used to dream about for days and weeks and months and years on end. She’s everything I’ve ever loved and now I’m lucky enough to say she loves me back.

I want to dive right in but I refrain. Instead, I start with my fingers, lightly massaging her outer lips until she starts to purr over the falling water cascading down my back. Separating her lips with my fingers I suck in a breath. I can see every bit of how aroused she is. 

“Fuck, Goose, a little turned on are you?”

She tangles her fingers in my sopping wet hair. “Just a tad.” I look up at her through the falling water in my eyes and she’s smiling down at me like Aphrodite herself. “Are you going to do something about it?” She dares me.

I tap my thumb against her center a few times and my mouth waters for her. She’s wet, wetter than she’s ever been for me before and pride surges in my chest. Unable to refrain any longer, I lean forward and roll my tongue slowly against her hard little clit. She tastes sweeter than a peach to me as I zig zag my way between her lips, licking up every ounce of love she has for me. I dig my hands into her hips and roll her body back and forth over my tongue. 

“D-Dawson.” She stutters as I flick my tongue even faster against her swollen little bead. “Fuck, Dawson. So close.” My name sounds like a song falling from her lips and all I want is to sing along. A few more rounds of figure eights with my tongue and Lucy is careening over, digging her nails into my scalp while her legs tremble around my face. 

“Ohhhh yes. You're so good to me.” She breathes as she floats back down to earth. “Fuck, I love you.” Those three little words are like sweet melodic music to my ears. 

“I love you so much more.”

I get to my feet and kiss her until we’re both breathless. With my hands on her hips I lift her up with her back against the wall and line myself up with her entrance. Lucy wraps her legs around my waist and holds onto my shoulders as I thrust into her with a hunger so grand I’m actually insatiable. She feels so good, so snug, so tight wrapped around me as I slam into her over and over again.

“You are the tightest fucking thing I’ve ever had wrapped around me, you know that?”

She smiles a silly little smile as her lips part in a moan. “Ooh, tell me more.”

“No one’s felt the way you do. The way you hug me so fucking snugly like you do. You’re the best, Lucy. I may have waited a decade, but I would’ve been willing to wait a whole lifetime for you.”

She leans her head forward and rests her forehead against mine. “Thankfully you don’t have to.” I kiss her, our lips moving to the same rhythm as our hips. My hands are gripping bruises into her skin but she doesn’t seem to mind as she’s moaning into my mouth with every thrust.

Too soon my legs are shaking and my muscles are cramping and I can’t pull out fast enough as I come inside of her and fuck, it feels so good I’m not even sorry.

“Fuck. You’re still on that birth control right?”

“What? Oh yeah, yeah I am.” I slowly pull out of her and set her back down on her feet. I kiss the top of her head and stand there with her for a while as we soak in the warmth of each other beneath the now lukewarm water. Once we finally separate we turn off the shower and we prepare to pass the fuck out, it’s been quite the night. I laugh when Lucy brings a bowl of ice cream with strawberries and Oreos mixed in to bed. I called it. But she’s the best because she shares it with me.

“So, are we telling my mom tomorrow at brunch?” I ask her.

“Sure.” She responds and I beam, ready to tell the whole fucking world. “We just have to get there before Sierra and Jake do.”

“When do you think you’ll be ready to tell her?”

Lucy shrugs. “I promise I’ll tell her by the time your birthday rolls around next month.”

I blush and clutch at my heart dramatically. “Aww, you remembered.” Even I had forgotten it was coming up amidst all the excitement lately.

“How could I forget? You have the same birthday as Harry Potter.”

“I like how that's how you remember it.” I tell her as I slip under the sheets with her beside me, wearing an old t-shirt of mine. Harley’s on the other side of me, sandwiching me in and all I feel is an overwhelming amount of love in this moment. I’ve got my two best girls beside me, and I’ve never felt happier.

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine

Dawson

When my phone starts to ring I pick it up, expecting it to be her on the other line. When I see Sierra’s name my face drops. “Hello?”

“Hey, got a second?”

I stand up and start to pace the length of the living room. “Yeah, what’s up?”

I hear her sigh on the other line. “Lucy’s having financial problems.”

I clench my teeth. “Yeah I know. I remember the eviction notice. It’s kind of why she’s living here now.”

“About that. Maybe don’t charge her rent. Or at least let me pay her way. She’s considering getting a real job like Jake and I and quitting writing and I can’t let her do that.” My stomach knots in an uncomfortable way. Why didn’t Lucy tell me?

“I won’t charge her rent anymore. I tried not to but she’s the one who insisted in the first place.”

Sierra laughs on the other end. “Typical Lucy. Oh! By the way, I invited Jake and I over next Saturday night. Lucy said you were a good cook and I’d like to see for myself. Just remember my favorite dish is Chicken Marsala.”

I rub a hand over my face. “Duly noted. With mushrooms?” I ask just as I hear the side door open.

“That’s the only way to make it, Dawson. Anyways, I gotta go. Let me know how it goes with Lucy. Thanks for helping her out. I know she’s like a sister to you, too.”

“Oh yeah, err— no problem. See you next week.” I look up and Lucy’s standing before me and she looks… she looks like she’s been crying.

“Bye Dawson.”

I hang up the call and walk over to her. “What’s wrong?” I ask her while smoothing my thumbs over her rosy cheeks.

“Nothing. Who was that?” She asks.

“No one.” I say. If she’s going to avoid my question I’m going to avoid hers. “So I’ve been thinking.” I reach into my back pocket to retrieve my wallet. “I really can’t take your money, honey. It feels dirty, given what we do to each other.”

Lucy looks up at me funny. “I knew it.” She doesn’t say anything more, instead she turns on her heel and heads off to her room with Harley in tow. I start to follow them but she raises a hand. “Don’t.”

I extract the money she gave me earlier this morning and set it on the coffee table under a coaster. First she steals my heart and now she steals my dog? What’s next, my house? My truck? My last name? If only she knew she can have it all if she’d just fucking open up to me.

Grabbing her book, I open it up to chapter five and start reading. Before I know it I’ve read three chapters and an hour has passed and she hasn’t come out of her room. I get up and walk down the hall. Quietly, I knock three times on her door. When I don’t hear a response I slowly let myself in.

“Please go away.” Her voice is scratchy and when I walk over to check on her, her cheeks are tear stained and red. “Fuck.” She says, rolling over and sobbing into her pillow. I don’t go anywhere. Instead I slip into bed beside her and hold her. I run my hands up and down her arms and kiss the back of her head sweetly, while her body shakes next to mine.

“I read more of your book, the one you lent me last week. It’s so good, Goose.” I pet her hair back softly. “Sierra told me everything. You can’t give up writing, I won’t let you.” Now this gets her attention. She sits up and wipes the tears from her eyes.

“Excuse me?” She looks at me as if I’m crazy. Like she’s angry at me but I don’t bat an eye about it.

“You heard me. You’re too good to stop and I won’t let you even if you try. Not that you will. You’re so passionate about it I don’t think you can stop. When you write it’s like you enter another world entirely. It’s like I don’t even exist.” 

She laughs and it’s the most beautiful sound to penetrate my eardrums. “What if I told you I’m spinning aspects of you into the characters? Because I can never stop thinking about you.” I open up my mouth to speak but she keeps going. “You have to let me repay you for staying here. I can’t just live here rent free.”

I tap my temple. “You already do up here.” I lean in to her and she lets me. I press my lips to her cheek tenderly. “You don’t have to repay me. You already make me so happy by just being here.” 

She leans in and touches her forehead to mine. “Thank you.” 

As she pulls away to blow her nose, I ask her. “So, about that dinner Sierra sprung on me for next weekend… we better start making this room look like you actually live in it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your clothes are all over my bedroom floor, babe. Joke all you want about me being messy, but you’re just as bad, if not worse.”

“How dare you say such a thing! I am appalled.” But she’s smirking through her words. “So did you still want to take me on that date?”

“Do you still want to go?”

“That depends. Where are you taking me?” I brush her hair back behind her ear and admire her delicate features. Her big, round, doe eyes, her soft, luscious lips, and her beautiful rosy red cheeks.

“Dress comfortably, we’ll be outdoors. That’s all the information I can divulge at the moment. The rest is classified for the time being.” 

“Outdoors?” She grabs her phone and pulls up the weather app. “Okay that’s acceptable. Now get out so I can get ready.” 

I kiss her on the top of her head before taking my exit. “Alright I’m gonna go make us some dinner. Come on Harley. Let’s go get some food and go outside!” Her head peeks out from under the covers before she bolts toward me. She follows me into the kitchen as I give her a cup of food and it’s gone in no less than two minutes. Then I let her out to do her business and chase a few squirrels.

While Lucy gets ready I whip us up a quick batch of tortellini with an orange palomino sauce. By the time it’s ready she’s walking down the hall with her nose sniffing the air. “Oh my god that smells good.” She’s wearing jean shorts with a plain white t-shirt and her hair’s pulled back in a braid, with a lilac baseball cap on her head. She looks so fucking cute I can’t help but pick her up and set her on the counter. Squealing, she tells me to stop but instead I curl my fingers through her belt loops and kiss her until I hear her stomach growl. 

“Feed me.” She begs as I help her down. After preparing a bowl she doesn’t sit, instead she dances in the kitchen in between bites.

I lean against the counter and eat while I watch her with a smirk on my face. “Just don’t choke.” I warn her.

She giggles. “That’s not what you’ll be saying later.”

I start to cough, not expecting that to come out of her mouth. “Fuck, you made me choke!” I sputter after finally swallowing.

“That’s what she said?” Lucy questions and I glare at her with a twinkle in my eye. 

“I’m so done with you.” I set my bowl in the sink to rinse. “Mind putting this away while I go get ready?”

“Not at all.”

“Thanks babe.” 

******

“So. How do you feel about mini-golf?” I ask her as we settle into my truck.

“Mini-golf? Oh hell yeah. You’re on. I’m not very good, I’m just hoping you aren’t either.” Lucy babbles next to me.

“Oh Goose, that’s cute. Do you realize how often I golf with my dad?” I say incredulously.

“Yes, but I also know how often you lose. Your dad really loves to rub it in.”

I chuckle. “That he does. Speaking of Dad. He and Mom are wondering if you’re coming to brunch tomorrow.”

“Most likely. Oh no. Does Jeanie know about us?”

I shake my head as I pull into a parking spot. “I don’t think so.” I hurry out of the truck and rush around to her side to offer her a hand. 

“Such a gentleman.” She coos as we link hands and wander inside to pay. I pick the orange ball and she goes for the light blue. “So I’ve gotta ask… do you have any friends besides your dad? Because no one ever comes around and you don’t talk about anyone.”

We pick out our clubs and head back outside toward the first hole where there’s a line of groups waiting to putt. Apparently everyone had the same idea I did tonight. Mini-golf at sunset.

“I have friends, we all just sort of lost touch after college. Most of them live out of state and well, I sort of prefer being by myself.” I glance over at her and she’s watching me intently. “Okay that last part’s a lie. I prefer being with you.”

Her cheeks flare up and we’re next up to putt at hole one. “I get what you mean. I’m not one who works well with others. You and Sierra are like my only friends. But I like it that way.”

“You consider me your friend?” I ask her.

“Of course. And the great thing is you come with added benefits.”

“Is that what we’re calling this whole charade now? Friends with benefits?” My face falls because I thought we were something else. Something more.

“No, that’s not what I meant. You mean more to me than that.” My heart instantly thaws in my chest and it’s our turn to putt. When she gets a hole-in-one on the first try she celebrates by doing the most embarrassing dance that’s so cute I can’t bear to look away. I, on the other hand, take three shots to land the damn ball in the hole.

“What was that you were saying earlier? About golfing all the time?”

“Oh shut up.” I say while wrapping my arm around her shoulders. “Great shot by the way.”

“Thank you.” 

We finish the eighteen holes surprisingly fast given how busy the place is. At the end we sit at a nearby picnic table while I tally up the scores. 

“Alright, how do you think you did?” I ask her while covering the totals when my thumb.

“Better than you, that’s for sure.”

“You are correct. You even managed to beat par.” I look at the score card, shocked.

“Oh hell yeah. What do I get for winning?” She asks. Her brown eyes are sparkling beneath the golden sunset and all I want to do is give her everything.

“You get to choose where we go for dessert.”

Lucy looks at me with a provocative grin on her lips and spreads her hips a little wider as she straddles the bench next to me. “Can I be on the menu?” She asks quietly, just loud enough for me to hear and that’s all it takes.

“Um yeah. We need to go before I get too riled up. Because if you keep saying things like that, it won’t take long.”

Lucy beams. “Oh yeah? You know what? I’d love to lick an ice cream cone right about now.”

“You are such a fucking tease, you know that?”

She shrugs in response. “What can I say, it’s what I’m best at. It’s what makes me such a good writer, writing all those spicy scenes. I can’t just give the characters what they want.”

“You’re pure evil. Now come on, let’s go get some ice cream. Would you rather stop somewhere and get a cone or make a sundae at home?”

“Mmmm sundaes at home.” She says with a childlike smile as I help her to her feet. “Maybe get some whipped cream and chocolate syrup.” She suggests.

“Why do I have a feeling those aren’t just for the sundaes?”

She looks up at me through her lashes and I trip over my own breath. “Because they aren’t.” Fuck me, do I love this girl. I’ve loved her since I was seventeen and in the last ten years nothing’s changed. Except that maybe I love her more now than I did before. I just, I hope she decides to keep me, because she is easily my whole world.

“Stop looking at me like that.” She shoves my arm as we head back to my truck.

“I’m not looking at you in any particular way.”

“Yes you are. You have stars in your eyes, Dawson. You’re looking at me like… like…” She trails off and goes silent while I help her into my truck like always.

I lean against the door frame and look down at her, “Like what, Lucy?” My voice is at least an octave lower than it was just seconds before. “Because I’d love to know.”

I watch as she swallows hard and sits back in her seat. “Just get in the truck.” She whispers and suddenly the air is thicker between us with the weight of everything we didn’t say resting heavily on our tongues.

I drive us to the nearest grocery store to gather up the fixings for our sundaes. The trip is so quiet, so full of a bottomless silence that finally I’m forced to say something, anything to alleviate the tension. “So what are your favorite ice cream toppings?” I ask her.

“It’s okay.” She says. “I’m not hungry anymore.”

“Well, we’re stopping anyway. Because if I know you, you’ll be whining before bed for a snack.”

“Fine.” I can feel her eyes boring into the side of my face but I avoid my desire to look over at her.

At the store, we walk aimlessly around, shuffling our feet as we go. When I try to hold her hand she pulls away and I start to clench my jaw. What the fuck did I do?

Back in the truck she’s still silent, not talking to me even though I can feel her watching me. Once we’re back home I leave her to her own devices and head inside the house, pissed at Lucy for her lack of communication and also mad at myself for scaring her off. She never wanted something serious from me and what do I do? I go ahead and get serious. The sad part? All it took was one fucking look.

Harley greets me with a smile on her face and I pat her on the head a few times before putting away the food. I put the ice cream in the freezer and any toppings for it I leave on the counter, minus the whipped cream. Annoyed, I shake the can and squirt the tip into my mouth.

Ten minutes have passed and Lucy still hasn’t come inside. With worry gnawing at my insides, I head back out to the truck with Harley at my side. I find Lucy sitting in the bed looking up at the sky.

“Hey.” I say, startling her.

“Hey.” Her voice sounds so small and distant.

“Want a pillow and a blanket? I can at least make it more comfortable back there if you still want to avoid me.”

She sighs and her whole chest rises and falls steadily. “I’m not trying to avoid you.”

“You’ve barely talked to me in the last half hour. We were having fun and then you just sort of shut down. What’s wrong, Goose?”

“Nothing.”

I groan as my frustration grows. “Whatever. If you don’t want to talk to me then there’s nothing I can do to help fix whatever’s going on inside your head. Have a good night.” I push off the bed of the truck and start to walk away.

“Wait!” I hear her shout from behind me. But I don’t stop, I just keep on walking with Harley following in my shadow. If she wants to talk, she knows where to find me.

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight

Lucy

“Okay, so in the book, the female character is testing the waters with being a sub to umm, to a dom. And in the book he, umm, handcuffs her while blindfolding her and umm, teases her with a feather… among other things.” I don’t know why I’m stammering but I am. Inside me my stomach is catapulting off a cliff. I'm so nervous. I retrieve the handcuffs from my dresser along with a feather and a blindfold. Dawson watches with bated breath while smiling like the devil himself. 

“Will you do as I say?” Dawson asks, his voice so deep and baritone it makes my knees go weak. I nod while blushing a fierce shade of scarlet.

“Have you ever been a dom, Dawson?” I ask him as he leads me by the hand over to the bed.

He shakes his head while his icy blue eyes darken. “Have you ever been a sub before?”

I look to the floor then back up at him. “Once. Back in college. But it was brief and it’s always been a fantasy of mine.” He reaches up and brushes my hair back before fisting it in his grip and tugging lightly. I look up at him pleadingly. He tugs harder and my eyes close and I part my lips in a moan. 

“Fuck, you’re not kidding.” He says.

“Nope.” I reach over and remove his shirt from his torso. I kiss his shoulder, his neck, his lips. “I’ll give you whatever you want, Dawson. You just have to tell me what that is.”

“Holy fuck, okay.” He gets comfortable on the bed and props himself up against the pillows. “Strip for me.”

Rolling my eyes, I get off the bed and slowly lift my shirt from my body then shimmy my way out of my jeans. With my back to him, I reach behind me to unclasp my bra while I hold the lacy fabric to my chest as I turn back to face him.

“Mmmm.” Dawson moans while adjusting himself in his shorts. “Drop the bra, sweetheart.”

As soon as I let go he’s licking his lips and reaching out for me, wrapping himself around me like a chain. When I’m in his arms I feel so whole. “Should we have a safe word?”

I think for a moment. “Coconut.”

“Why coconut?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. It was the first thing that came to mind.”

He smiles and it’s so cute my stomach flips over while the butterflies wreak havoc within me. “Alright. Coconut it is. Now lay down. Please.” He says it so politely that I laugh while I get on my back and hold out my wrists for him to cuff me. Once the cool metal is against my skin I sigh as I rest my hands behind my head. “Just let me know if you ever get uncomfortable.” He warns me, looking deep into my eyes before he places the blindfold over me. As I adjust to the darkness I can feel my other senses begin to heighten. When he kisses me I feel it all throughout my goddamn body.

“Is this okay?” Dawson asks, his voice deep and so deliciously sweet that it’s syrup dripping on my tongue.

“So good.” I tell him just as I feel the feather brush up and down my belly. It tickles in the way that I’m moaning instead of giggling as he gently drags it up toward my chest. When I feel his thumb flick against my nipple I cry out for him. Every move he makes is unexpected and somehow he knows just what to do to drive me wild. I wish I could watch, but the anticipation of the unknown is half the fun. 

Without warning he traces the feather down the side of my body until he’s brushing it against my hip bone. A moment later I feel his fingers curve around my panties before pulling them off of me. I expect the feather tickling my pubic bone. What I don’t expect is the feeling of something warm and wet pressed against my center. “D-Dawson?” I call out after a particularly good swipe of his tongue over me. 

“Yeah, Goose?” His voice is so deep I’m drowning in it.

“Do that again.” I beg. Slowly he creeps his tongue from my entrance all the way up until he’s flicking and sucking on my clit. “Oh my god.” I sink into the mattress a little deeper and drop my cuffed hands until my fingers are threading through his dark locks. I swear his tongue is an actual oasis because within minutes I’m falling apart while his name falls from my lips like a kiss and brilliant bright lights explode behind my eyelids.

I feel him pull away before his thumb taps my oversensitive clit. Seconds later I feel the mattress dip next to my head and his fingers tangle their way into my hair. “Wrap those pretty lips around me. Fuck, please, baby.” When he calls me baby I want to swoon because the word tumbles off his lips like a goddamn hymn. I lick my lips and stick out my tongue. For fun, he taps the tip of his cock against my tongue and all I can taste is his pre cum. In a languid motion he slides his shaft into my mouth, as far as my throat will allow him to go. Back and forth, I give and he takes and it’s absolutely marvelous. 

After the first time I choke he pulls away. “Are you okay?” His voice is hoarse and coarse like bits of gravel are stuck in his throat.

“I’m so good, babe. Although…” I start to say but I bite my lip instead.

“What?”

With my cuffed hands above my head, I roll over onto my stomach, get on my knees, and wiggle my hips in the air. “I need you.” I feel him move over the bed until he’s kneeling behind me. I yelp out when he slaps me and I groan when I feel him slowly bury his cock inside me. “Ohhh yes.”

One of his hands makes its way into my hair while the other finds purchase on my waist. He pulls on my hair so fucking hard I see stars behind my eyes. Or maybe that’s because he’s thrusting into me so deeply I’ve entered another galaxy entirely. Letting go of my hair, he drags his nails down my back and pulls all the way out. “Fuck, Dawson don’t stop.” 

“Just trying not come, you’re so fucking tight.” 

“That’s because I’m so fucking close.” I whimper.

“Fuck.” Without warning he slams himself all the way into me, hitting this spot inside me I didn’t know was a real thing until now. I’d only ever read about it in books.

“Oh my god. Fuck. Dawson.” Over and over he thrusts into me, hitting a spot so extraordinary that when I feel that familiar sensation in the pit of my stomach I’m crying for him to never stop because he feels that phenomenal. The pleasure is so intense that nothing can compare. And when I do fall apart I squeeze him so tight he has to pull out just before finishing on my back.

“Wow.” Dawson breathes, all words seeming to have eluded him just like they have me. After wiping me off he removes the blindfold and kisses me until my lungs threaten to crumble. “Where’s the key for the handcuffs?”

“Wasn’t it in one of the cuffs?” I ask him.

Dawson looks all around. “Not that I saw…”

“Fuck. Umm check the drawer.” I am only slightly starting to panic at this point.

Dawson searches the drawer, to the point of taking it out and dumping all the contents while butt plugs go rolling. I can’t help but giggle. “No key.” I can tell he's getting worked up.

“Ever picked a lock before?” I ask him sheepishly. “I’ve got bobby pins in the bathroom. That should do the trick.”

He leaves and reemerges ten seconds later with a bobby pin and a pocket knife. “Wish me luck.” He says, bending the pin and moving it around until we hear the lock click.

“Yes!” He gets the other one right away. “Crisis averted.” I high five him and pull him back in bed with me. “Thank you for indulging me. That was… mmm fuck, it was so good.”

He blushes and his lips curl up in a wide smile. “I feel like I wasn’t dominant enough.”

I tap his chin lightly while my eyes start to drift. “There’s always next time.” I try to stifle a yawn but it fights its way through. “Mmmm… I’m all tingly still. Night Dawson.”

He kisses my lips and slips out of bed to let Harley out one last time. “Good night, Lucy. Thank you so much for giving me a chance.”

“I’m so glad I did.” I mumble into my pillow, already missing his embrace. I am wandering into uncharted territory with a broken compass that doesn’t point north. It points in whatever direction will lead me to Dawson.

******

“So.” Sierra starts off when we meet up for dress shopping the following Saturday. “How’s life been? I feel like I’ve been too focused on the wedding to pay any attention to anything else.”

“Life’s been okay. Just paid your brother my first month’s rent with my royalty checks.”

“Is it weird living with him? He doesn’t bother you does he? I can talk to him if so.”

“Dawson’s been behaving, don’t worry.” I say just as my phone goes off and I wonder if his ears were ringing. The name Adam flashes across my screen and I flush because it’s not just a message. It’s a picture sent through with invisible ink. With my interest piqued I hide my phone from Sierra and quickly check what he sent me. Whoa. My mouth instantly waters at the sight of him, all of him, alert and ready for me.

Dawson: I’m thinking about you.

Fuck, why does he do this to me?

Lucy: I’m beginning to wonder if you ever stop thinking about me.

Dawson: I don’t. 

I smile and tuck my phone back in my purse. “Sorry. No more phone today, I promise.” I say to Sierra but all she does is grin wickedly.

“So tell me more about this guy. What’s he like?”

“Honestly? He’s amazing. Better than I ever imagined a guy could be that I didn’t fabricate in my mind. He’s the kind of guy you read about in romance novels. He’s tall, devilishly handsome with hair just long enough that I can tug on.” I stop myself before I go too far, because even though I want to share this with her, he’s her brother. And there’s certain things she just doesn’t need to know.

“So you’ve slept with him then?” She asks while hanging on my every word as we head into the dress shop. 

I purse my lips and nod. “Mmhm.”

“And he’s good?”

I nod again, “He’s easily the best I’ve ever had. And the scary part is I think he knows it. He can see what he does to me.”

Sierra’s looking at me as if she’s ready to cry, she’s so happy for me and I’m just realizing I messed up. I made him sound too great, too good to be true. She’s going to want to meet this guy now, even more than before. I’m so fucked.

“How did you even meet this guy?” She asks as we head to the purple section. The store is organized by color and it’s so aesthetically pleasing I never want to leave.

“Through work.” I say rather nonchalantly.

“Was he a customer?”

I nod as I run my hands along the soft fabrics hanging along the wall. “So what shade of purple are you considering?”

“I’m thinking something over in this section. I love this deep, royal purple color.” My phone goes off in my purse but I ignore it. Sifting through the rack I pick out a few different styles and head to the dressing room while Sierra waits back. Before changing I check my phone. He sent a video this time and my jaw all but drops as I watch his hand slide over his thick and heady length with desire, his thumb sticky with pre cum.

Feeling flirty, I strip out of my clothes and send him a shot of me posing in the full length mirror with my hand just barely covering my breasts. “Touch yourself to this.” I whisper to myself as I send him a little message.

Lucy: Save it for our date tonight.

I step into the first dress and balk. It has one shoulder and a lace bodice but apparently I’m not a one shoulder kind of girl. Either way I step out of the room to show Sierra.

“Hmmm.” She says while tapping her lips with her finger.

“Oh, it’s a no. I just thought I’d show you either way.” I inform her and she sighs. 

“Okay good. That dress is just not it.”

I return to the dressing room and check my phone. I have three new messages from him.

Dawson: Don’t worry, there will be more in store for tonight. 

Dawson: Fuck, I just want to run my tongue up and down the length of your body.

Dawson: Sends another picture of his cock. You do something to me, baby.

I lick my lips while my stomach flips at the sight of him and heat pools beneath my belly.

Lucy: The feeling is mutual. So much that your sister knows. Not about you, per se, just what you do to me.

I set my phone down and wrestle with the zipper, stepping out of one dress and into another. This one is strapless with a sweetheart neckline. It puffs out a little at the waist but otherwise it looks good, and I feel good in it. My phone vibrates from the bench. Sighing, I check what he has to say.

Dawson: Oh yeah? And what do I do to you?

Lucy: My lips are sealed. Also I think I found my dress. I should be home soonish.

I step out of the fitting room and do a little spin for Sierra. “What do you think?” I ask her.

“Honestly?” She comes over to my side and rests her head on my shoulder. “I love it. And I think a certain someone will like it, too.”

I brush her off. “Whatever you say.” I check the price tag and try not to let my eyes fall out of my head. “They accept credit cards, right?”

“Of course.” 

I return to the fitting room to change back into my clothes before bringing the dress out with me. We head to the cashier as I use my emergency credit card for a dress that isn’t an emergency at all and I cross my fingers hoping it goes through. When I see the word approved I let out a sigh of relief.

“Meet up next week for lunch?” Sierra asks while kissing my cheek goodbye. When she sees my face her eyebrows knit together in concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just, it feels like I’m in over my head right now.” And then everything on my mind just sort of falls out. “My books are selling but not selling enough and the cafe job only supports me so much.” I shake my head. “I’m sorry, I can’t afford to go to lunch next week. I’m lucky the dress cleared my card.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? How long has this been going on?”

I fidget with my hands. “Ever since I started writing mostly full time. I love it but the pay just isn’t cutting it. And this next book, I know it will do well, I just suck at marketing.” I drop my eyes and stare at the ground. “I know, I need to get a new job.”

Sierra bounces from foot to foot. “What can I do to help?”

“Nothing. I just need to manage my priorities better. Maybe writing just isn’t an option anymore.”

Sierra tilts her head and gives me a sympathetic look. “Don’t you dare stop writing. You were made to write and turn old ladies like my mom on. You have a gift.” 

I chuckle. “A gift that unfortunately doesn’t pay the bills.”

“Either way. Hey, maybe I’ll stop by and visit you and Dawson next weekend. Give you a break from having to deal with him.” She says his name and my heart starts to quicken.

I shrug. “Your brother’s not a bad roommate to have, plus the food is so good.”

“Perfect. We’ll have him make us dinner then. Maybe you can invite your new friend over?” Sierra nudges me playfully as we stand by my car in the parking lot.

“He’s going out of town next weekend. Fishing trip with the boys.” I lie. Fuck, I hate lying to her so much. It would be so much easier if I could just tell her the truth. That I think I’m falling in love with her stupidly handsome and wonderful brother.

“Well, one of these days then.” Sierra winks and pulls me in for a hug. “Hang in there, Lucy. And please don’t give up on your dreams.”

We part ways as I get into my car. I stay until I see her drive off and then I just sort of let it all out. Every insecurity, every worry, I let them stream down my face in shiny, streaming rivulets. Money, Dawson, Sierra, the wedding, my book, more Dawson, it’s all just a little too much to handle at the moment.

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven

Dawson

Having a roommate is cool. Having a roommate who will sleep with you is even cooler. Having Lucy as a roommate is the absolute coolest. When she’s not working at the cafe she’s lounging around writing. She’s so cute, the way she tucks herself away to work on her stories. She gets in these passionate fits of creativity where nothing can distract her away from her carefully curated world. A world she’s been kind enough to share with me, piece by piece.

When I’m not working in the barn I’m usually trying to find a way to bother her. She’s been living with me for a week now and it’s been nothing short of fantastic. After getting home from fishing with my dad I peek my head into her bedroom and knock three times on the trim.

When she sees me her face brightens. Closing her laptop, she sits up in her bed. A bed she’s yet to sleep in. “Hey.”

“Hey.” I walk over and kiss her forehead lightly.

Lucy scrunches up her nose. “You smell like fish.”

“That’s a sign that we did well. Anyways, first things first, Dad says hi. Secondly, do you have plans tonight?”

She bites her lip and nods. “You can always tell Walter I say hi back. And Sierra, Jake, and I are going bowling. Hey, maybe you could come with us. I’d feel a lot less like a third wheel if you were there.”

“Do you think Sierra would mind?”

“I don’t see why not. I’m sure there will be lots of wedding talk, if you’re up for it.”

“Baby, if you’re there I’m up for anything. What have you got going on next weekend?”

She takes a moment to think. “Nothing that I know of. I think Sierra and I are going dress shopping at some point, so I can pick out a dress for the wedding.”

I imagine her all dressed up just so I can slowly undress her in my mind. “Get something that can easily be removed.” I say while wiggling my eyebrows and she flushes. “But good. I want to take you out on a proper date. Let’s plan for next Saturday?” I ask her.

Under my gaze her eyes flutter and her cheeks pink. “I’d love to. Now go take a shower. The scent of fish is overwhelming.”

******

When we head for the bowling alley, we take my truck because it just makes sense to. We spend the entire drive tracing shapes into each other’s palms over the center console. I don't let go of her hand until we get there. As I help her out of the truck, I notice something. "Are you not wearing a bra?"

She smiles and shakes her head. "Nope."

"Fuck me." I groan, before taking her hand and leading her into the alley, immediately letting go of her once I spot them at the counter waiting.

“Lucy! It’s been forever!” Sierra exclaims.

“It’s been a week.” Lucy says as Sierra pulls her into her arms for a hug while I awkwardly shake Jake’s hand. 

“How’ve you been?” I ask him and he shrugs.

“Not bad, thanks.” And the conversation ends there. What a winner, he is. We pay for our games and put on our shoes. I laugh when Lucy requests one of the children’s six pound balls kept behind the counter.

“We’ll see who’s laughing when I’m winning later.” She jokes.

I roll my eyes while the cadence of my heart elevates. “So Sierra, how are the wedding plans coming along?” I ask while turning to my sister.

“So much better since Lucy stepped in and put Claire in her place. I have full control of everything now. We’re now getting married outside the golf course where you and Dad always play. There will be both a DJ and a Photo Booth and the colors will be a deep purple and forest green with gray tuxedos.”

“Sounds better than pink and gold.” Lucy speaks up. “What color will my dress be?”

“I’m thinking purple with an updo?” Sierra suggests.

“Sounds gorgeous.” I accidentally say and quickly cover it up with a cough and a sip of my beer.

“The wedding will be gorgeous, thank you, Dawson. You both should be receiving your invitations soon. We’re skipping save the dates with such a short lead up to the wedding.” Sierra says, while giving me a hug. I glance over at Lucy and she’s smiling because I know she heard me correctly.

While Sierra’s up to bowl Lucy gets on her phone to message someone. A few seconds later my phone vibrates in my pocket. I smile at her while she plays with her straw with her tongue.

Lucy: So, you think I’m gorgeous huh?

I smile at my screen. 

Dawson: Not just gorgeous. You’re fucking mesmerizing.

Lucy: I’m listening…

We pause to bowl and I have to force myself not to touch Lucy. To not grab her by the hand and slap her on the ass when she gets up to throw. And fuck, when she throws well? Like when she got a strike on her first roll? All I wanted to do was pick her up and kiss her.

Sierra orders us a pizza from the concession window while Lucy takes her second turn. So far she’s kicking all of our asses as another ten pins bite the dust. I pick up my phone and message her.

Dawson: You’re so mesmerizing I’ve spent years hypnotized by you.

Lucy: Since the basement incident?

Dawson: Since the basement incident.

“Who are you texting?” Sierra asks Lucy while trying to peek over her shoulder. Thankfully she closes her phone just in time.

“No one.” She says, but the tips of her ears and the blush in her cheeks give her away.

“Okay, who’s the guy?” Sierra presses on.

“No one.” Lucy states.

“Dawson you’re up.” Jake says as he nudges me with his elbow.

“Ope. Sorry.”

By the time I’m done with my turn Sierra’s still giving Lucy a hard time about who she’s messaging. My sister is not someone who knows how to let things go. While Sierra breaks to bowl I text Lucy again.

Dawson: Just tell her I’m someone else.

Lucy: The issue with that is she’s going to want to meet the guy.

Dawson: Oh shit, you’re right. Either way, change my name in your phone in case she sees your screen.

I’m not going to lie, lying to my sister isn’t fun. But what we’re lying to her about is the most fun I’ve ever had. I’ve never felt happier than I have this last week spending time with Lucy. I finally have what I’ve wanted for years and it’s better than I ever imagined it could be.

Sierra comes back from her turn, sneaking behind Lucy and checking her phone because she’s that invested in this mystery. “Who’s Adam?” Sierra asks with a smile on her lips, thinking her investigative skills have paid off.

“Just a friend.” Lucy says.

“That looks like a lot of messages shared between friends. Come on, I tell you everything. Remember what I told you about Jake when we first started dating?”

Jake the drone looks up from his phone at the mention of his name. “What did you tell her?”

Sierra giggles and blushes a violent shade of red. “That you have a dick that just won’t quit, among other very good things.” I go to plug my ears because this is a conversation I don’t need to be a part of. “Aww look, Dawson’s embarrassed.”

I unplug my ears. “I am not. I’m just uncomfortable with this conversation. I don’t need to know the juicy details about your future husband’s member.” Everyone at the table chuckles. “What?”

“Just say cock like a normal person.” Lucy says before standing up to take her turn. Fuck, just hearing that word come out of her mouth makes me twitch down below and I need to get ahold of myself. “I would know, I only write about it like all the time.”

She winks before turning around and heading to the lane to roll. Sierra then turns to me. “You live with her, has she mentioned anything about an Adam?”

“Not that I’m aware of. Maybe it’s new. Maybe there’s nothing to really talk about yet.”

“With the way she’s been smiling at her phone? I beg to differ,” scoffs Sierra.

I try not to grin myself, taking credit for making Lucy smile the way I’ve been. “Well give her some time, maybe she’ll open up about it.”

“Yeah, okay. This is Lucy we’re talking about. A quiet, subdued freak in the sheets. At least I can only assume that from the books she writes. She doesn’t usually talk about the guys she’s dated, but this one seems different.”

My ears perk up. “Different how?” I glance over at Jake and he’s still stuck doom scrolling on his phone. What does Sierra see in this guy? Apparently he’s got a big dick, that’s what. 

“She just seems happy. Happier ever since… since she moved in with you.”

“Hmm, I guess I haven’t noticed. We try to avoid each other for the most part, don’t we, Goose?” I ask her as she walks back to the table.

“That we do. I barely see him most days, always hiding away in that barn of his. But oh man, Sierra, the worst part is only having one bathroom. Your brother is disgusting.” Lucy complains, making Sierra laugh. “But he is a good cook, I’ll give him that.”

Sierra looks at me, surprised. “You cook? Since when?”

“Only since I moved out of Mom and Dad’s house.”

Sierra looks between me and Lucy and back to me. “I’m learning so much right now. Now back to this guy.” Sierra changes the subject back. “Do you want a plus one to the wedding you think?”

Lucy shakes her head. “It’s not that serious. We’re just… we’re having fun. I’m not sure where it’s going to go.”

Sierra seems to be placated with her response. “Well let me know. I want to meet the guy who can’t stop making you blush.”

******

“So, know any guys named Adam I can pretend to date for the time being?” Lucy asks once she gets in my truck. I offer to help her up but she politely declines.

“I really don’t like the idea of you pretending to date anyone. Unless that someone is me.” I say and she throws her head back with laughter.

“I don’t either but now your name is Adam in my phone and Sierra thinks I’m involved.”

“Well, you are involved. With me. I gotta ask though, is this really just fun for you?”

I can feel her eyes boring into my profile. “No.”

“What is this then?” I ask her as I reach over and slide my hand up her thigh.

“Something more.” She whispers. I squeeze her thigh a little tighter as what she said sinks in. When it clicks I look over at her and she’s looking at me and my heart is pounding.

“What exactly?” I ask with a smile as I drive us home to the north side of town.

“I don’t know! I just know that whatever I am feeling for you is very real. And whatever it is gets a little stronger every day.” Lucy buries her face in her hands. “You just have to be Sierra’s brother, don’t you?”

“Hey, don’t blame me. Blame Jeanie and Walter. They’re the ones that decided to have another kid.”

“Ha ha. I wouldn’t even know you if it weren’t for Sierra. I guess the world just works in strange ways.”

I nod my head and turn the music up slightly. “I guess so.” I say while grabbing her hand and serenading her the rest of the way home.

“You have such a nice, soothing voice.” Lucy says when the song ends and I turn right down my drive. “You could sing me right to sleep.”

I chuckle. “Don’t fall asleep just yet. I’ve got plans for you tonight.”

“Oh really? Like what?” Lucy asks while trying to hide a yawn. Her eyes flutter and I swear she’s never looked prettier.

“I don’t know, you seem pretty tired. I guess it will just have to wait.” I get out of the truck and walk over to her side, helping her out even though she’s pouting. “What?”

She drags her fingertip along the length of my jaw. “I’m not too tired. I’ve got some energy left in me.”

“Enough energy to try out something from your big box of fun?” 

Her eyes go wide and her lips part and fuck, I can’t help myself. I sneak in a kiss, or two, or three until I’m ready to take her right here in the driveway. The closest neighbors are a quarter mile down the road, no one would even see.

“You mean it? Because there’s something I’ve been working on that I’d love to try out.”

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

Lucy

I’ve never been more humiliated or turned on than I am right now. He’s reading my book and he’s seen the contents of my mysterious box and he’s not weirded out by any of it. In fact, it seems it even turns him on.

I glance around the room, knowing damn well how much I owe Dawson for this. One by one I unpack every box except the kitchen supplies that I tuck in the back corner of the closet.

My phone buzzes on the TV tray / makeshift nightstand and I smile to myself.

Dawson: I didn’t know reading could be this much fun until now.

I cover my mouth with my hand and stifle a giggle.

Lucy: What part are you at?

Dawson: They’re in the hot tub and she’s grinding in his lap. 

I shake my head. If he thinks that’s hot he hasn’t read anything yet. 

Lucy: Just keep on reading. Let me know what you think of chapter four.

I’m minding my own business, laying in my comfy new bed, working on the latest chapter of my current book when Dawson comes stomping into the room. I don’t miss the way his cock is straining in his shorts.

“What the hell?”

I grin devilishly behind my phone. “Chapter four?”

He comes over to my side of the bed. Sitting down, he grabs my hand and places it in his lap. In my fist I can feel the blood pumping through him and my body reacts all on its own.  “Chapter four.”

“Did you like it?” I ask him while being bold and grabbing his waistband. Pulling it down, I expose all of him for me. He doesn’t object and I can’t help but stare at him. He’s the kind of guy you write books about.

“I loved it. The way you describe the little nuanced details of it all makes the story very immersive. And fuck, it’s so hot. How do you write like that and not turn yourself on?”

“Oh I do sometimes. It just makes it that much more fun.”

I spit in my palm and wrap my fist back around him and he sighs while tugging on his bottom lip with his teeth. “Have you ever touched yourself while writing?”

I shake my head. “That would be counter productive. But I have finished myself off once or twice afterwards.”

“Fuck, that’s really fucking sexy.” His expression changes and his face pales. “Wait a second. My mom reads your books.”

I blush, profusely so. “That she does.”

“Oh noooo.” He cries, mortified. Reaching over he sets his hand on my thigh and slides his fingers beneath my shorts.

“Oh yes.” I say, but it comes out like a moan.

“So. About that coupon?” Dawson eagerly asks just as I lean forward and spit on the head of his cock so my hand can slip over him with ease. 

“Just forget about it.” I say while darting my tongue out and licking his tip. “Let me do this, just once for fun. As a thank you, if you will.”

“Okay.” Dawson lays back, with his legs dangling off the edge of the bed. I lay parallel to him, with my legs down by his head. With myself propped up on my elbow I lean forward and wet my lips, peppering kisses from his tip all the way down to his base and back.

“Mmmm fuck.” He groans and bucks his hips, accidentally slapping himself against my face. “Sorry.” He mumbles. Next thing I know he’s slipping his hand between my legs and rubbing me through my shorts. His touch is electric, it's galvanic, it's catastrophic. When he reaches to undo the button, I start to lick him, egging him on with my tongue as he tugs the jean fabric from my body. With my panties still on, he teases me relentlessly until the cotton is damp to the touch.

As soon as I feel his finger make contact with my clit I go in for the kill. I wet my lips and open my mouth, dragging my tongue along the side of his shaft as I take him in deeper. “Oh my fucking god.” He whimpers while he traces shapes around my clit with his thumb. When his cock hits the back of my throat he swears under his breath and I hum around him while he removes my panties from my body.

He gets sloppy with his movements the deeper I take him in. In my head all I want is to roll over and sit on his face and give him a taste of what he does to me. Because fuck, he does something to me. He touches me better than no other man ever could because no other man has ever felt this good. I let the intrusive thought win and test the waters, swinging my body over his and settling my knees on either side of his chest.

“Oh fuck yes.” Dawson smacks my ass and grabs my cheeks in his hands. “Mmm give me a little taste.”

I lower myself down onto his face and the feeling of his tongue provides instant relief and gratification. It turns into a competition of who can please the other better. Determined to make him come first, I give him some of my best moves. I roll my tongue, I twist my wrist, I hum, I moan, I gag, I spit. All while that’s happening, he’s licking, he’s teasing, he’s sucking, he’s pumping two fingers in and out of me and not stopping.

When he says he’s close I don’t stop. I don’t say I’m close, too. Instead I just let it happen as I feel my walls contract around his fingers, my essence dripping down my thigh as I come.

He follows right after, falling apart in my mouth as I swallow every drop he releases. I roll off of him and turn my body around to face him. His chin and cheeks are glistening and he doesn’t bother wiping them off.

“I don’t know about you, but I don’t think friends are supposed to sit on each other’s faces.” He tells me, jokingly.

I lean forward and place a soft and slow kiss to his lips, able to taste myself on his tongue. When I try to pull away he growls. “Not yet.” He holds me there for a few more moments as he deepens the kiss and twists his tongue with mine. When he opens his eyes he’s looking at me the way I’ve only ever read about in books and it makes my stomach churn with word vomit.

“Thank you for letting me move in with you. Thank you for your incredible understanding involving whatever is happening between us. And thank you for right now. Because that was easily some of the best head I have ever received.” I say while surely inflating his ego.

“I'm the best head you've ever gotten?” I nod and he fist pumps the air with pride. “See Lucy, we make a great team.” 

“I know we do.” I kiss him again and this one lasts longer than the last as our tongues dance to a slow and synchronized rhythm. I rest my forehead against his as I pull away, ready to give in to everything I want. “I don’t want to be just your friend, Dawson. I don’t necessarily want to be your dirty little secret either. But fuck, do I want to be your something. I want to be with you.”

His face lights up like Times Square. Like he’s just been told he won the lottery. “Then be with me, Goose. Let me be your inspiration for those dirty books you write. Let me call you honey and take you out on a Saturday night. Let us happen because I want to be your something, too. I won’t tell a soul if you don’t want me to. Minus my dad. He uhh, he sort of already knows.”

I turn a ghostly shade of white. “You mean Walter knows about us? How much does he know?”

“He’s known I’ve been in lo— he’s known about my little crush on you for a while now. And well, he knows we kissed and suspects more that I neither confirmed nor denied after you stayed the night after the engagement party.”

“Why did you feel the need to tell him?” I ask. Although Walter always seemed cool. He was an accountant, he knew how to keep things confidential.

“He’s my best friend. Plus he accused me of being on drugs, I’ve been acting so weird lately."

I shake my head. “It’s fine Dawson. I trust your dad not to say anything. No one else though. Not until I’m ready to tell Sierra. And that could be a while.”

He kisses me again and my stomach somersaults. “Take all the time you need. As long as I have you I can wait patiently.”

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

Author's Note: I added a [SKIP] in case you want to miss the heartfelt and wholesome interactions between Dawson and his dad. Also - as long as the mods are okay with it I'll probably continue to post 1-2 parts a day, depending on the day. There's uhh... quite a few. Thank you so much for taking the time to read!

Dawson

We’re still a month away from summer, but today is one of those days where it feels like it came early. Usually Saturdays I spend with my dad. Whether we’re fishing, golfing, or going to a game, it’s just what we do, and today is no different.

“Seriously, what has gotten into you lately?” My dad asks just before squaring himself up to putt.

“What do you mean?” I ask him, playing dumb. I just wanted him to ask so I had an excuse to talk about her.

“You’ve been acting strange. You’re all jittery half the time I see you now. You’re not on drugs, are you?” He lifts his sunglasses and peers into my eyes curiously.

“Only the good kind.” I joke and tap my front pocket, where I have a joint stowed away for later. And then I wonder, is love a drug? It has certain dopamine effects, I know that much. Maybe it is. But I’m not in love, no. I’m just infatuated, at least that’s what I’m telling myself.

My dad chuckles. We are like two peas in a pod, him and I. “Does this have anything to do with a certain little lady?”

I’m bouncing on the balls of my feet, waiting for him to swing but instead he just stands there interrogating me. “Maybe.” I say as he stands and leans on his club. “Oh, just take your shot already.”

With a knowing smile on his lips, he taps his ball in and makes par while making it look easy. I groan. “Do you always have to show off?”

“Always.” We head back to the cart and on the drive to the next hole he pesters me. “What’s going on, Dawson?”

I smile a smile so wide my fucking cheeks hurt. “Lucy’s moving in with me tomorrow.”

Dad abruptly stops the cart, causing me to almost fall out of my seat. “Whoa there, old man, maybe I should be driving.” I joke, but all he does is stare at me.

“What? Why is Lucy moving in with you? And does Sierra know?”

“She got an eviction notice, I couldn’t not offer for her to stay with me, Dad. And no, I haven't told Sierra yet. Do you think she’ll freak out?”

“How much does she know about you two?”

“About as much as you know. Which is nothing, because there’s nothing to know.” I say adamantly as I lie through the skin of my teeth.

“Does she know you’ve been harboring feelings for Lucy for over a decade now?”

I shake my head. “I don’t think so. If she does, well then maybe she doesn’t mind.” My voice is so small we both know that the last part is a lie. Lucy is like a sister to Sierra, and if I mess that up Sierra will never forgive me.

“Does Lucy know how you feel?” He asks. I turn to face him and block the sun from my eyes.

“I think so. I mean — I haven’t told her I love her or anything — not that I love her at all, I’m just saying. There’s just been moments here and there.”

Dad raises up a bushy gray eyebrow, while a smirk plays at his lips. “What kind of moments?”

“We’ve kissed a few times, rather recently.” And we’ve fucked twice but who am I to share that information with him? He’s my dad, he doesn’t need to know the flirty and dirty details.

“Oh?”

I nod. “After the engagement party Lucy was too drunk to drive, so I offered to take her home and she… she ended up coming home with me instead.”

My dad has fully parked the golf cart now, while disbelief is written all over his face. Other golfers are passing us and honking but he doesn’t care. “Did she end up staying the night?” I blush and nod. “But all you did was kiss, right?”

“Right.” I say, even though I’m grinning from ear to ear and blushing a fierce shade of crimson at the moment. Like the color of Lucy's dress that night.

“Dawson, you didn’t.” He says, while patting me on the shoulder. He’s trying his best to hide his amusement. “Your sister’s going to kill you when she finds out.”

“If. If she finds out.” I remind him. “Lucy and I are grown adults. What we decide to do with each other is nobody’s business but ours.” 

“Yeah, well maybe work on hiding it a little better.” He turns the golf cart back on and continues the drive to the next hole. The breeze feels good underneath the midday sun. When he stops and we get out to tee off he grabs me by the arm. “Be careful with Lucy. She’s like a daughter to me, too, and if you hurt her I won’t be afraid to take her side.” 

“You’re the one who told me to be persistent! No need to worry though. If anything I’ll be the one getting his heart broken.”

“And I was right, wasn’t I? You sure wore her down alright.”

“What can I say, I learned from the best… and it only took ten years.”

He laughs a belly full and pats me on the back before heading off to the tee. “I know I can’t tell you what to do, but if you’re going to choose Lucy, choose her wholeheartedly. She’s a good girl, and she deserves better than any man is willing to give her.”

“I know, Dad. You know I’d give her the world if I could.”

“I know you would. I just worry, that’s all.”

“You won’t mention anything to Sierra, will you? Not that there’s really much to tell, it’s not like Lucy and I are exclusive or plan on becoming exclusive any time soon. We’re just friends who happen to now be roommates.”

He shakes his head. “Who you happen to have feelings for. And I won’t. But if she asks me, I’m not going to lie. I can’t choose sides when it comes to you two, damn kids.”

I shake with silent laughter. “Just take your shot, old man and put me in my place already.”

He swings his club with a beautiful follow through and I swear under my breath. He may be getting up there in age, but damn does the man know how to golf. In all my years playing him I’ve never managed to win even a single game. Today is no different.

***[SKIP]***

I wake up with a smile on my face because it’s move in day. Beside me Harley is passed out so I pet the crown of her head softly. Slowly she opens her eyes and looks at me, wondering why I've disturbed her slumber.

“Wake up girl! It’s Lucy day!” I say it in my special voice just for her and her whole body shakes with excitement. Reaching for my phone on the night stand, I check my messages. When I notice I have three from Lucy I lift an eyebrow.

Lucy (12:17am): So I may be a little drunk, going through my stuff as I pack last minute. And I just have to say thank you. I’m eternally grateful for your overwhelming generosity. I owe you one ;)

Lucy (12:22am): I’m referring to a blow job. In case that wasn’t obvious.

Lucy (12:25am): This coupon is redeemable for one free blow job at the time of your choosing during my stay at La casa de Ford. This coupon is nontransferable and cannot be traded in for other sexual favors. Touching me is permitted and even encouraged while this coupon is being redeemed.

I smile at her drunken ingenuity. I have a feeling I will be redeeming this coupon sooner rather than later. I send her a message.

Dawson: It looks like someone had fun last night. Maybe we can celebrate move in day tonight with some Mario Kart again. I need to redeem myself, among other things.

I’m just about to close my phone when the three dots appear. I stop and wait for her message to come through.

Lucy: I’m mortified. I thought I dreamt up those texts. 

Dawson: Don’t be. They’re quirky and cute and totally you. So what time would you like me to come by today to help you move? 

Lucy: Whenever. All my stuff is packed so I’m just sitting around, writing on my phone.

Dawson: I’ll be there in a half hour. Would you like a coffee?

Lucy: I’d love one. See you soon, roomie.

I shudder at the use of that word as I think to myself that she won’t be calling me roomie later with my dick in her mouth.

Quickly, I scramble around, getting myself and Harley ready for the morning. Once on the road I stop at a local cafe, the one Lucy works at for two black coffees and some donuts, thinking we may need fuel for the move. When I get to her apartment there’s already boxes lined up in the hallway.

“Lucy?” I call into the mostly empty space. Her apartment door is ajar so I let myself in.

She comes bounding out of her room and barrels into me like a bowling ball. “Thank you.” She breathes into my neck and I hold her so close as I lean down to smell her strawberry scented hair. 

I kiss the top of her head and smooth down her flyaway hairs. “It’s no big deal. After all, you owe me one.”

She shoves me playfully. “Any way I can take those texts back?” 

“Not a chance. Signed, sealed, delivered those texts are basically a binding contract.” I say with a shit eating grin on my face. There’s no way she’s getting out of this.

Lucy’s brown eyes flash to the ceiling and back. “Come on. I’m ready to part my ways.” Between the two of us it takes about five trips to get everything packed away in our vehicles, and it takes another five to unpack it all while Harley runs like a spaz around our feet. Once every box and her bookshelf has a spot on the floor Lucy stares at them and sighs. “I’ll unpack later.”

We stand there awkwardly, with just a few feet separating us. I know I’m looking at her in the way that she hates but I can’t help myself. It’s as if the sun has taken residence inside my house, she’s so radiant. “What now?” She asks but her voice sounds small and distant.

“Whatever we want. If you have some writing to get done I’ve got a bed frame to finish.” I wink in her direction and watch as a soft smile forms on her lips. I take a step closer to her. “Or you know… we could break in your new bed with that coupon you issued me.”

She takes a step closer to me until there’s nowhere else she can go. I glance down into her chocolate eyes and notice how wide her pupils are blown. “If you want. Be weary though, that’s all you’re going to get from me. If things escalate while I’m here I just — I don’t foresee them ending well. And I don’t want to lead you on if this is something I can't commit to. We’re better off as friends, I think.” She mumbles as she chews on her bottom lip.

Inside my chest my heart deflates, even if I understand her reasoning. “I’ll do my best. Doesn’t mean I won’t try to sway you though.”

“I’ve always enjoyed a challenge.” Lucy says as she reaches out and sneaks her fingers under my shirt. Up on her tip toes she whispers in my ear, “Just remember two can play at that game.” 

I hold my hands up in faux fear. To make it even I lean down and gently kiss her neck, blowing softly on the delicate skin until she shivers.

“We need to stop.” She whispers as her fingers curl under the edge of my shorts’ waistband. I bare my teeth and graze them down the length of her neck.

“Say you want to stop.” I dare her as she sneaks her hand farther into my shorts. I move to kiss her but she pulls her face away.

“Something about you is undeniable, in the sense that I’ll never want to stop when I’m with you.” 

I can see the battle raging behind her eyes. She wants me, she wants this, she wants us, but her friendship with Sierra takes precedence. I take a step back before she gets the chance to touch me, because the last thing I want is to become a mistake of hers. “I’ll be in the barn if you need me.”

“Wait! Please don’t be upset. I’m trying to protect you here. I don’t want to start something I’m not capable of finishing.” She drops her gaze to the floor, but I tilt up her chin and force her to look at me.

“Oh I don’t think you’ll have any trouble finishing.” I tell her as her eyes give way to dusk “And if you’re trying to spare my feelings, don’t. I know what I’m doing and I know what I want.” I drop my finger from her chin and curl it through the belt loop on her shorts instead.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Lucy whispers as she slowly snakes her arms around my neck. 

“I’m a big boy, I understand the consequences of my actions. I know that whatever happens, Sierra comes first.” Her lips give way to a wide and genuine smile and the tear in my heart grows in size. “As much as I want to throw you on this bed and waste away the hours, I think we should probably get something accomplished. I can help you unpack?”

She blushes so red the tips of her ears are crimson. “No, that’s okay. I’m a very p-private person and well…” Fuck, she’s cute when she’s embarrassed.

I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh yeah. What have you got to hide?” And then it hits me as my lips curl up like the Grinch's. “Ohhhhh.”

“Oh no.” She grumbles and hides her face in her hands while objecting. “It’s not what you think.” 

I glance around at the boxes. Books, Books, Shoes, Clothes, Music, Kitchen, Miscellaneous, and X. “Jesus woman, how much do you read?” I walk over to the box labeled X and whip out my pocket knife. “So you’re saying I won’t find exactly what I’m expecting to find if I open up this box?”

The look on her face is one of pure horror, but the glint in her eye is daring me to. “If you must, go ahead. Let me just preface this by saying it’s all been mainly for research purposes only. Most of it’s never even been used.”

With my curiosity getting the better of me, I go ahead and open the box. She was right, I was not prepared for this. Slowly I start removing the items and setting them down on the bed. There’s zip ties, handcuffs, and silk rope. There’s feathers and a whip, and different lingerie outfits that make my cock twitch. Beneath those I unearth a handful of different sized dildos and vibrators and butt plugs. My imagination runs rampant.

Lucy’s face is scarlet. “Holy shit, Goose. Apparently I need to start reading your books.”

She perks up from where she’s hiding behind her hands. “You want to read one?” I nod and her face instantly morphs into a bright smile as she beams with pride. She opens the Miscellaneous box and pulls out a book, which makes me laugh. “Let me know what you think of this one.”

“Oh I will.” I pause and adjust myself in my shorts and she licks her lips at the sight of me. “So I gotta know. Which of these props have you actually used?”

“By myself? A few of them. With someone else?” She stops before lifting her gaze back up to meet mine. “None of them.”

I suck in a deep breath as I flip through the pages of her book, Trip To Nowhere. “Well if you ever need some help with your research, you know where to find me.” I shoot her a wink and head out of the room, my head spinning with images of her dressed in those outfits, tied down in different positions while she lets me use the toys on her. Fuck, my cock is so hard in my shorts as I stalk toward the barn, willing my erection to go away. From my pocket I pull out my phone and dial Sierra’s number. That kills the mood instantly and I am grateful for it. She picks up on the second ring.

“Hey Dawson, what’s up?”

“Have you talked to Lucy at all?”

“Not since Friday afternoon, why?” Her voice is riddled with concern.

“Oh it’s nothing to worry about. Umm she got an eviction notice and well, given the circumstances I offered for her to move in with me temporarily, for the time being.”

“Why didn’t she tell me or ask to move in with me and Jake instead?”

I bite my lip while I think of a worthy excuse. “I don’t think she wants you to feel guilty for moving out. And she doesn’t want to worry you or get in the way, given all the wedding stuff you’ve got going on.”

Sierra chuckles. “Thanks to Lucy I’m actually getting what I want for once. Are you sure you’re okay with her living there? Jake and I can always take her in.”

“She’ll be fine here. Plus she loves Harley and Harley loves her, so it works out perfectly.”

“Thanks Dawson. If you guys need anything from us just let me know.”

“Will do.” 

I end the call and sit on the old, patched, and worn out couch I keep in the back of the barn and send a quick message to Lucy.

Dawson: Just got off the phone with Sierra. She’s on board with our new living arrangements.

Lucy: Yeah, she just texted me. Thanks for handling that.

Dawson: I’m not afraid of Sierra, lol. Alright now leave me be. I've got a new book to read.