In the Dark
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Maybe her mom raised her right? Taught her to be practical?
So yeah. She’s not the typical spoiled rich girl. And I love that. I love a lot of things about her. But am I in love with her? I’m not sure. I don’t think so.
Not yet.
Ah hell, not yet?
I could fall in love with her. I think I might be falling for her right now. Maybe it’s a good thing I’m leaving. Nip this crazy thing in the bud. Not like I have a chance with her anyway. My parents are already plotting my future and it’s like I have no say in it.
Pushing all negative thoughts out of my brain, I open the passenger side door for Lucy and she slides gracefully into the car, her smooth, shiny legs the last thing I see before I shut the door. Shaking my head and willing my cock to behave, I jog around the front of the car and climb in, starting it and backing out of the driveway with an eagerness that turns my foot into lead and causes the tires to squeal as we pull out.
“Gabe,” she softly admonishes.
I reach out and rest my hand on her bare knee. “Just trying to show off.” I wasn’t but I don’t want to tell her I’m acting the damn fool, too distracted by her sexy legs that I can’t drive like a normal human being. Though I do tend to show off for her and she knows this. Hell, I think most of the time she appreciates it.
“You don’t need to show off for me.” When I glance in her direction she offers me a soft smile. “You’ve already got me, you know.”
Her words send an almost painful spark straight to my heart. Stupid to feel this way. Crazy to want her more and more every time I spend even just a few minutes with her. But I do. I feel that way and I can’t deny it. Can’t help but wonder if it has anything to do with the fact that we’ve never actually had sex. Could I be over this—over her—once we finally do?
I’m hoping tonight is the night I finally come inside her versus on her so maybe I’ll find out.
“Hope you like seafood,” I say as I turn onto the street where the restaurant is. It sits practically on the beach, with an amazing view of the ocean and the prices are out of this world expensive. Not that I care and besides, Lucy is worth it.
She’s just about worth anything.
“I love it,” she says enthusiastically.
That’s my girl. She’s excited about everything. Looks like the nerves are gone, thank God. I appreciate the way she doesn’t act like some jaded bitchy snob who’s seen and done it all. Lucy seems to enjoy even the small things, and that just makes me want to do more for her.
We pull into the parking lot and I put my car in park, climb out of the driver’s side and hand over the keys to the valet employee. The other guy is already opening the door for Lucy, sending an appreciative look at her backside before he lifts his head, his face turning white when he must see the death stare on my face directed right at him.
That’s right, she’s mine. So quit looking at her ass because it belongs to me.
Yeah, she also turns me into a caveman, which is all sorts of crazy.
I rest my hand at the small of her back as we walk into the restaurant, offering a nod and a faint smile at the older gentleman who’s holding the door open for us. Leaning in close, I take a discreet whiff of Lucy’s hair, her skin. Damn, she smells fucking incredible. Swear to God she’s trying to drive me out of my mind and doing a terrific job of it.
“It’s beautiful in here,” she whispers close to me after I gave my name to the hostess. We’re standing in the lobby, waiting for our table. The place is packed, we’re surrounded by all sorts of people. Young and old, big groups and couples, families and rich old folks who stare with disgust at the seemingly well-behaved children who stand nearby.
The restaurant is equal parts tourist trap and old town established for those who live here. I read enough reviews on Yelp to figure that out real quick.
“It is,” I agree, my gaze locked on her face. “But not nearly as beautiful as you.”
Her cheeks turn the faintest pink and she lightly slaps my chest. “Oh, you and your over the top lines.”
“I’m not exaggerating whatsoever,” I tell her, my voice solemn. “You look gorgeous tonight. I almost didn’t want to bring you here.”
She frowns, a little furrow appearing between her eyebrows. I love that little wrinkle she gets. It’s adorable. “Why not?”
I lean in close, my lips practically brushing her ear. “Because you look so fucking beautiful I don’t want anyone else to stare at you. I might get jealous and do something stupid. So I wanted to keep you all to myself.”
“Gabe. Be serious.” Her voice is soft, as are her eyes. I could stare into them all night.
Damn it, I sound like a complete goner.
“I am serious. We can leave if you want.” I take her hand and lock our fingers together. I’m suddenly desperate to walk straight out of here. Desperate to get her back to her house and tear off that dress. See what she’s wearing beneath it. Hopefully nothing. “Go back to your place.”
She firmly shakes her head. “I’m starving.” As if on cue, her stomach growls and she giggles, resting a hand over her stomach. “See? I need to eat.”
“Then we’ll go back to your place right after?” I squeeze her hand as she nods slowly but surely.
“Yes. I want to spend as much alone time with you as I can get.” Lucy presses a quick kiss to my cheek. “Maybe if you’re lucky I’ll give you a blowjob on the drive back,” she murmurs against my cheek.
Ha. Fuck. I hope to God I’m that lucky. Though I’m already feeling pretty damn lucky.
I’ve got Lucy by my side, as my date. And that’s worth enough luck to last me a lifetime.
Lucy came through on her promise—I received that quick blowjob on the way back to her place. Her enthusiasm, the knowing smile she flashed me just before she made a dive for my lap, her fingers undoing the zipper and reaching inside for my cock, all of it sent me right over the edge and quick.
Doesn’t help that she has the sexiest mouth I’ve ever had the privilege to kiss. Who can withstand something like that? No guy I know. I think she might’ve left a lipstick stain on my dick, what with how dark the lipstick color she wore.
The moment I pulled into the driveway of her house—it’s weird, I never see the garage open, we never go in the garage and I never see Lucy drive a car—we’re practically running into the house, my hands at her waist as she hurriedly unlocks the door. She has a hell of a time, what with her shaking fingers and I wonder if she’s nervous again.
I also wonder if she’ll let me do what I want to her tonight. What I want to do with her I mean. It’s Wednesday night. I leave first thing Friday morning with the family. I know Lucy and Sydney are going to lunch tomorrow, just the two of them and that’s fine. I get that my sister wants some alone time with her new friend.
But damn it, I want all the alone time I can get with Lucy. That I’m jealous of my sister’s lunch date with my…I have no idea what to call Lucy…is ridiculous.
And telling. Of what I’m not exactly sure. I don’t know if I’m capable of examining my feelings for Lucy so closely. Those feelings…
They kind of scare me.
When she finally unlocks the door I practically shove her inside, my hands still at her waist. She shuts and locks the door and turns within my grip to face me, a sly smile curling her lips. “Eager much?” she murmurs.