Shackled Hearts (Chained Hearts Duet 4)

I’m so proud of him.

“You finished work?” Lucas glances over his shoulder at me. I’m still in my uniform after coming here as soon I found out.

“Yep.”

“Care to shower?” he asks, putting the ax in the shed and taking off his hat to brush the hair away from his face.

“With you?”

“No, with my ax.” He rolls his eyes and steps over to me. He bends down, his chest wet from sweat, and places his hands on either side of me, trapping me in his cocoon.

“What are we?” I ask, my eyes falling to those delectable lips.

I’ve imagined kissing them.

Wondering what they might taste like.

My eyes lift back to his, and I see he’s staring at my lips.

“We are two people who are about to get clean.” He grabs me, and my skirt raises higher up my thighs as he lifts me so my legs can go around his waist.

“What if I don’t want to? Would you put me down?” I ask.

Lucas’s eyes lock on mine. “Do you want me to put you down?” He’s halfway to his back door.

“No.” I smile.

“Figured as much.” Lucas kicks his back door open and carries me inside, then after kicking the door closed, he heads straight for his bathroom. He turns on the shower while holding me and gets in while we’re still fully clothed. “Move in with me.”

“You don’t have enough closet space for me,” I joke.

“I’ll build you a bigger closet,” he retorts. Slowly, he lowers me to the floor, and I start to remove my wet clothes while he watches.

“Can you get my bag?” I ask.

His brows pull together, but he does as I ask, dropping my bag on the floor before he discards his pants and steps back in with me. “Why does your shower have a lock on it?” I ask, motioning to the glass door.

“No idea. It came with the shower.”

I step out and reach for what I’m looking for and then step back in. He looks at me confused. “I need you to step out.” He does, without thinking twice, and stands on the other side of the door. “I want to lock this as I talk to you.”

“Why?” he questions as he stands there naked and dripping water all over the floor.

“So I feel safe,” I tell him as I turn the showerhead to the side so it’s not drenching me and pull my toy from the black bag. He catches sight of it and smiles.

“You want to feel safe while you do what with that?”

“Just show you what I do when you aren’t around.”

“What about when Farris was there? Did you do this?” He nods to it, wanting me to answer, although I am not sure he would take well to a positive response.

I shake my head. “No one has ever made me horny except you.”

I’m not lying either. I had sex with Farris to have sex. There was nothing more to it. I have sex with Lucas because I can’t contain myself. He makes everything in me light up, and it’s a real issue.

Have you ever been in love with someone so broken and fucked-up that no matter what, it just felt right? More right than anything in your life?

I should be glad he isn’t like my father, but I think I understand my mother a little more now. They just shouldn’t have had kids. Either of them. They loved each other, no doubt about that. But their idea of love for their children? Yeah, that was warped.