“Well, then that means you haven’t met the right girl yet. Or maybe you have and you don’t know it. It’s… it’s not easy, you know. I know it’s great, but it’s not easy. Opening yourself up to someone else is sometimes impossible. It’s scary and you second-guess yourself all the time. It doesn’t suddenly become perfect. It’s work. I work at it all the time. I’ve been kind of sucking lately, but Lucah is amazing and has been putting up with my bullshit. Because he loves me.” That wonderful, ridiculous boy loved me.
“It’s easier said than done,” I said.
“True story,” Chloe agreed.
~*~*~
We were pretty ragged when Marisol parked the rental Jeep in front of my building to drop me off. I was weighed down with bags and the things I’d brought with me. Fortunately, a set of hands was there to help me out.
“You look a little worse for wear, Sunshine,” Lucah said, giving me a searing kiss and making sure he got in a little tongue. The girls whooped and hollered and made everyone on the sidewalk passing by stare at us. I blushed a little, but I was too happy to see him.
“Shut up, we had a busy weekend,” I said as he shouldered half the load for me.
“Go on, get up there so you can screw each other’s brains out,” Sloane yelled, getting into the driver’s seat. That definitely made everyone passing by look at us like we were some sort of perverts.
I flashed Sloane the middle finger and then took Lucah’s arm.
“Bye, lovers!” they all called in unison, as if they’d planned it. I flashed my finger again.
~*~*~
Lucah and I had a very joyous reunion. And yes, we screwed each other’s brains out. It had been a while since we’d had really good sex. I always thought our sex would be good, but there were definitely levels of good. Sometimes it was just okay good and then it could go all the way to mind-blowing good. We’d been on the level of okay good for a little while and I definitely wanted it to go back up again.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Lucah said, rolling over on his back and then grinning at me.
“I know, right? Good job, Mr. Blythe.”
“You too, Miss Clarke.” We high fived and then he rolled over on his side.
“So, were there strippers?” he asked. I wondered how long he’d been waiting to say that.
“No. We went clubbing and then up to the cabin. I didn’t even dance with anyone who wasn’t one of my friends. So. You have nothing to worry about.” I tweaked his nipple ring and he grimaced.
“I wasn’t worried,” he said and I laughed at how unconvincing he sounded.
“Yeah, okay. Well, you know you’re the only one I want to see do a sexy striptease,” I said. He wiggled his eyebrows.
“Oh, really?” The next moment he was out of bed and rifling through the drawers.
“Close your eyes,” he said, trying shield what he was taking out from me.
“What?”
“Close your eyes!” I pulled a pillow over my face and lay back so he could to whatever he was going to do. I thought I knew, but I was waiting until he told me I could uncover my face. I heard a muffled bang and then Lucah cursed, like he’d run into a piece of furniture.
“Okay, you can look,” he said and I removed the pillow. There he was. My Lucah, in all his glory, wearing a black trenchcoat that I was pretty sure I’d never seen before and a hat I had definitely never seen before. He stuck his phone in the speakers I had and Marvin Gaye’s “Let’s Get it On” started to play. I covered my mouth with the pillow so I wouldn’t laugh. I couldn’t laugh at him.
“Yeah, baby. You want some of this?” he asked, whipping the coat open to reveal nothing but a red spandex… something. Je-sus Christ. My stomach was starting to hurt from holding in the laughs.
He gyrated his hips in circles and tried to make sexy faces, but it was just too much. I dropped the pillow and howled.
“This isn’t doing it for you?” he asked, jumping on the bed and tossing off the trenchcoat and then the hat. Now he was down to the red spandex bananahammock and it was too much. He ran his hand down his chest and I had to admit that he could move his hips, but I knew that already. Maybe under different circumstances, I might have found this sexy, but he was doing whatever he could to make this more like a parody of a striptease than something that was meant to arouse.
Lucah got down on his knees and straddled my hips and then he gave me a lapdance. He pretended to shake out his hair and be all sexy and it was the funniest fucking thing ever. I wished I was recording it so I could watch it later and laugh my ass off again.
“I would rip these off, but they’re not really the kind of things you can do that with, so,” he said, drawing out the last word.
“It’s okay,” I said, trying to figure out how to breathe after laughing harder than I had in a long time. I reached up and helped him get them off.