Say Yes To The Fake Date (How To Win At Love #3)

15. Luciana

15

LUCIANA

I look at my phone and read the text again.

I’d like to see you today. If you’re not at the shop by five o’clock, I’m coming to you.

It’s four-thirty, and I’ve been stewing over his text all day. I’m not sure who the hell he thinks he is, but obviously he thinks he can summon me and I’m going to come running. I guess since I came all over his fingers, he thinks he can boss me around, but I’ve got news for him: I’m ready for battle.

Yeah, I’m going to see him, but I’m going to give him a piece of my mind when I do it.

I drive to the garage and park in the back. I walk in and don’t stop until I’m standing next to him. As soon as he looks at me, I start. “I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but—”

He takes a step toward me. “Have you had anything to drink today?”

I put my hands on my hips and laugh. “What? Now you think you can tell me when I can and can’t drink? I’m not sure what you’re doing but—”

He’s practically vibrating around me. “Have you drunk anything today, Lucy? Yes or no.”

He’s gritting his teeth, and I throw a hand up. “No, hell, Dom, I don’t know who you think—”

But I don’t get the rest of it out. He slams his mouth against mine and ravages my lips. His arms go around me, and he’s kissing me like his whole life depends on it. I’m so lost in the kiss that when he pulls away, we’re no longer standing in the bay of the garage, but he’s moved us to the office. He puts his hands on each side of my face. “I want you so fuckin’ bad.”

I laugh. I mean how could I not? “Well, that’s funny because last night I was practically fuckin’ throwing myself at you and you didn’t want me then.”

“Lucy, I always want you. Every damn second of every day, I want you. But I made a promise that I wouldn’t hurt you again. You had been drinking, and I didn’t want you to regret anything that happened between us. I didn’t want you to think I was taking advantage of you.”

I put my hand on his chest. “Wait, are you telling me that you stopped me from touching you because I had been drinking?”

“Yes, I needed you to have a clear head so that when we do this—and honey, we’re going to do this. I’m going to have you today, next week, next month, whenever you’re ready, but you’re going to be mine and there’s not going to be any regrets.”

I still need him to be clear. “So you did want me—”

He pulls me against him, and I can feel his hard manhood press into my belly. “I almost came in my pants last night, Lucky. Yes, I want you… more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”

I grab his hand. “Do you need to lock up?”

His eyebrows lift, and he croaks, “Jake can do it.”

I pull him with me through the office and then walk up the stairs to his apartment and don’t stop until I’m standing in his living room. He shuts the door behind him and then gestures around the apartment. “It’s not much.”

I pull my shirt up my body and over my head before letting it drop to the floor. Dom’s mouth falls open, and I smile at him. “I like your apartment.”

His eyes are glued to my breast. “Fuckkkkk,” he murmurs.

I undo the button on my jeans, slide them down my legs, and step out of them. “I’ve put on weight since I was eighteen.”

“You’re perfection,” he says, his eyes glued to my body.

I’m standing before him in only my bra and panties, and he’s practically salivating. He comes toward me, and I put a hand to his chest to stop him. He looks between my hand and my face in confusion.

“I want my turn.”

He nods. “Yeah, baby, it’s your turn. I want to touch you.”

I shake my head. “No, it’s my turn to touch you.”

“Lucyyyy.”

“Listen, this is what I want.”

He tilts my chin up. “Honey, I’m yours, but I’m not going to last if you touch me.”

I shrug. “That’s fine. I want to be the one that makes you lose control, Dom. ”

He rubs at my chin. “Fuck, Lucy. I have grease on my hands. Let me get cleaned up.”

“No,” I tell him.

He pulls his hands back. “I’m going to leave grease all over you.”

I shrug. “Is that a bad thing? It’s almost like you’ll be marking me… making me yours.”

He jerks like he’s been punched in the gut. “You are mine.”

I jut my chin at him. “Prove it.” I reach for the hem of his shirt. “Now are you going to let me touch you?”

He doesn’t say a word; he just nods his head.

I pull the shirt up, and he has to lean over so I can I pull it over his head. He’s always been in shape, but he’s thicker, and his muscles ripple as he takes a deep breath. My nipples pucker just looking at him. My hands go to the waist of his jeans, and he sucks in a deep breath. I undo the belt, the snap and then roll the zipper down. He’s panting in suspense, and when I lean down to help him out of his jeans, I drop to my knees in front of him.

His cock is hard, tenting his underwear, and I wrap my hand around him through the material. His hips punch forward in reflex.

I pull his boxers down his legs, and his cock springs up. It’s angry-looking, pointing right at me, and I waste no time, wrapping my hand around him and pressing my tongue to his tip. A guttural groan leaves him, and I take him down my throat. His hand goes to the back of my head, and I suckle him, taking him deeper.

His hips pump slowly, and I savor everything about it. He grabs on to my hair, and his hips stop. “Lucy, wait, I’m going to—”

I shake my head, moaning on his girth, letting him know that I want it and not to stop.

I take him deeper, moaning as I stretch my mouth around him. His hips thrust erratically, but I take him, and when he comes, his whole body shudders around me.

I swallow him, and only when I’ve taken it all do I pop off his length.

He drags me up and holds me to him. He unsnaps my bra and then practically rips my underwear getting them off me. He picks me up with one arm behind my back and one under my legs. I let out a scream when my feet come off the ground. “Dom, stop, I’m too—”

He cuts me off. “Don’t even think about finishing that sentence, Lucky.”

He carries me through the small apartment and doesn’t stop until we’re standing next to his bed. He lays me down, and I scoot to one side as I look around the room. I see the framed photo on his nightstand, and my heart stutters in my chest. I reach for it, pulling it closer.

Dom settles next to me, wrapping his body into mine.

I look between the photo and him. “Dom, this is us.”

He laughs. “I know it is. That was your birthday. Remember, we were out by the lake and had dinner.”

“And you got me my favorite strawberry cake. I had just blown out the candles.”

He points to the photo. “And after this picture we went skinny dipping.”

I sigh as I live on the memories. “And I gave you my virginity.”

His voice is thick. “One of the best nights of my life, Lucky.”

I set the picture on the nightstand. “How long has that been there? I mean, did you just get it out?”

He shakes his head and kisses my forehead. “You still don’t get it, do you? I fell in love with you then, and I never stopped. That picture was next to my bed when I was in prison and every day since I got out.” He points toward the living room. “There’s more in the other room.”

I hug him, unable to voice the emotion I’m feeling.

He rubs my back in big, long strokes, and I tilt my head up to him. “I never stopped loving you, Dom. I forced myself to move on, and Ray—”

He shakes his head. “No, we’re not going to talk about him, not now. It’s just you and me in this room.”

He leans down and presses his lips to mine. The kiss goes from sweet nibbles to open-mouth, teeth gnashing in a second. He rolls me to my back, and the feel of his hard body over mine is the best feeling.