Craving Lucy (Lucy & Harris 2)

“I promised myself that I wasn’t going to take things this far until after you turned eighteen. I feel like I’ve disrespected you and what we have.” I blew out a long sigh. “You’ve told me more than once that you weren’t ready for this, yet I’m already seducing you.”

She sat back, shifting her hips over my still sensitive cock. We both sucked in harsh breaths as I felt how wet she was. My cock decided it was ready to play again and hardened. Licking her kiss-swollen lips, Lucy angled her hips until she wasn’t directly on top of my dick. “I said I wasn’t ready for sex and we haven’t had sex. This was just foreplay. Really, really, good foreplay.” She cupped my face in both hands, refusing to let me break our locked gazes. “Nothing that just happened disrespected me in any way. You’re my boyfriend, Harris. You’re allowed to have a little fun with me.”

“You’re seventeen, Lu.”

“Yeah, I know. But only for a few more weeks. Stop worrying. You didn’t break any laws. It’s okay to touch me, I swear.” She leaned forward and brushed her lips over mine in a slow, soft kiss that was over way too soon. Putting her hands on my chest, she pushed away, getting to her feet. “Promise me you won’t ever hold back. That we can have more of this before my birthday.”

“Lu…”

“Promise me, or I’m not going to come back until after January second. I won’t take any of your calls and I’ll completely delete you from my phone.” She crossed her arms over her chest, giving me that look that told me she was determined.

Knowing how stubborn she could be, I believed her when she threatened not to come back until after her birthday. It was the second part of her threat that had me sweating, however. I would be okay if she didn’t come to First Bass again until after New Year’s, but not getting to talk to her wasn’t something I could deal with.

“You drive a hard bargain, sweetness.” I stood and wrapped my arms around her long enough to steal another kiss. Stepping back, I grimaced down at the wetness on my jeans. I couldn’t believe she had actually made me go off in my damn jeans. That was definitely a first for me.

“I have to get back to Caleb,” she murmured and I tensed. Was she really going to leave me after what had just happened? To go spend time with another guy? Fuck, I need a drink. “Will you come with me? He’s a nice guy, Harris. You’d like him if you would just give him a chance.”

“Fine,” I grumbled. “Just let me clean up and we can go.”

Her smile was worth having to go back up there and hang out with a guy I wanted to punch in the face. “Thank you. It means a lot to me.”

I took her hand and pulled her toward my private bathroom. “You need to do clean up, too. I have extra clothes I can change in to, but you’re going to be uncomfortable if you don’t do something about those wet panties…” My voice faded into nothing as I realized what I’d said and my body reacted to the mental picture I’d just put in my head. I’d made her wet, soaked her panties with her need for me. Fuck, that was amazing.

“Okay, just give me a few minutes. Good thing you have a hand drier in there.” She giggled and stepped into the bathroom.

Unable to stop myself, I lowered my head and gave her a quick, hard kiss. “I love you, Lu.”

Chapter 9

Lucy

“Happy birthday to you,” came the deep voice of my dad as my bedroom door opened with a slight bang. He was balancing a dish with a homemade cake in one hand that had two candles on top—one of which was shaped like a one and the other like an eight.

I had known it was coming even before I’d fallen asleep the night before. It always happened, so I didn’t know why I was startled awake with it. They always scared the life out of me.

As he entered the room, my twin little brothers were right behind him, singing along. Mom was the last in the room and I sat up in my bed as she came around to the left side of my bed to press a kiss to my cheek while the others sang their hearts out to “Happy Birthday”.

“Make a wish, Lu,” Dad urged when the song was over.

Knowing it meant a lot to him that I make a wish, I closed my eyes and wished for the one thing I wanted more than anything in the world: for him not to go all ape-shit when I told him about my relationship with Harris later. Opening my eyes, I blew out the two purple and glitter candles to the cheers of Luca and Lyric.

Setting the dish with my cake on the nightstand—the one Mom always insisted on making even though they had a ridiculously big one for my party every year—Dad sat on the edge of my bed and reached

for my mom’s hand before taking mine. I swallowed hard, sensing that whatever he was about to say was going to make me ugly-cry.

“Your mom and I want to tell you how proud we are of you, Lucy. I know at times it’s been crazy being our daughter, but we love you so damn much, baby.” He lowered his lashes, hiding his ever-changing eyes from me and I knew that he was fighting tears of his own. “I know you have plans with your friends today, but we wanted to tell you…” He broke off, his jaw clenching.

Mom squeezed his hand and took up where he’d left off. “We just want to say that we’re glad you’ve decided to finish this last semester of high school instead of taking the early acceptance at Georgetown. It was your decision to make, and we would have supported you no matter what you had chosen to do, but we’re glad we get to keep you for a little longer.”

I blinked back my tears and lowered my gaze to my comforter. I didn’t know if they realized it or not, but I’d been selfish in my decision not to take the early admittance to Georgetown. If I’d taken it, then that would have meant leaving my friends to finish out the last semester of high school. That hadn’t been the reason, though. Two months ago, when I’d gotten that letter saying that I’d been accepted into the spring semester of Georgetown’s English program, it had only taken me about two minutes to decide if I was going to take it or not.

There was no way I was going to go move almost the entire length of the country away from Harris. We hadn’t even been dating when I’d gotten the letter, but I’d known I wouldn’t have been able to handle that kind of distance between us. Now that we were so close, when I knew that he loved me just as much as I loved him, there would have been no way I could have left. It didn’t matter how prestigious of an honor it had been to get into such an elite program as it was, or how much work I’d put into the essay I’d written.

Georgetown wasn’t going to be the school I chose in the fall, either. I would move into my own apartment in the city this summer and when the fall semester started up, I would go to UCLA. It hadn’t been my first choice in schools or even my third, but I didn’t feel like I was making a bad decision in staying closer to home.

Staying closer to Harris.

Clearing my throat of the lump that was there, I lifted my eyes back to meet my dad’s. “I love you guys so much. Even when I do leave for college, I’m not going far. You’ll still have to deal with all my annoying issues.”