Sun-Kissed (Love In All Seasons 1)

Fuck, my cock throbs as I fist it, pumping hard as my milky seed comes to a head. God, it feels good to get off with images of her filling my mind, but I need to find a way to make that more than a fucking fantasy. Because she is my dream come true.

I shower, dress, and head downstairs, texting my brother to find out where everyone is. Turns out they are just now rolling into bed. Apparently, they were out at the club all hours of the night. I tell him I'll catch him later and tell him to sleep it off.

Already wide awake, considering it's nine a.m., I grab a cup of black coffee and start walking outside. But it's June in Vegas and already hot as hell out here. It isn't long before I'm sweating bullets. Besides, walking the Strip isn't exactly my kind of thing. Flyers for strip clubs line the concrete sidewalk and postcards advertising all kinds of call girls for hire. Right now, the only stripping I want to see is Lucy getting down to her birthday suit. God knows I'd light a candle to her pussy and make a motherfucking wish.

I find some breakfast at some fancy-ass French cafe. The waitress leads me to an outside table, pointing out that the massive water fountains across the street are some sort of Vegas specialty.

She asks if I'd like the crepe of the day. I scowl and order eggs, scrambled. Toast, white. Ask 'em to throw in some breakfast potatoes with a side of ketchup. No need to class this act up. I'm a man, straight up, and as I roll up my flannel shirtsleeves and dig in to the breakfast, I'm reminded that bending my ideals for anyone isn't something that'll likely ever happen.

"What are you smiling about?" a woman sitting alone at the table beside me asks. She uncrosses her legs suggestively, pulls back her shoulders so her fake tits are on display, and I just shake my head.

No thanks.

"The toast is good," I say, slathering on some butter and jelly. The whole time I'm thinking about spreading Lucy’s knees and licking her sweet jam.

"Would you like to try some of my crepes?"

I lift my eyebrows. Shake my head. "Hard pass," I tell her.

Just then, I see her, walking down the sidewalk, long hair blowing in the desert wind. I stand and call out her name, and she looks up, her eyes widening as she realizes it's me.

"Levi?"

I wave at her to come inside the restaurant and she smiles, nodding. A minute later the waitress is leading my girl to the table and I wrap my arms around her, squeezing her tight, making her squeal. Damn, her voice is the best sound to start my day.

"That was a friendly hello," she says, laughing as she pulls out a chair at the table.

"Good. Because I have every intention of getting even more friendly with you, Lucy."

"Is that so?" she asks as the waitress walks over and offers her a cup of coffee. She shakes her head.

"Not a coffee drinker?"

"Not a breakfast crasher."

"I want you to stay. Have you eaten? You look hungry."

She shakes her head, laughing. "I haven't eaten. Was gonna grab a bagel. I was only coming down to the strip because I forgot to grab my tips last night. Was a little.... distracted."

"Oh yeah?" I pull out the slot machine ticket. "You forgot this too."

She blows air out of her cheeks, looking so sweet when she does.

"I can't take it, Levi."

"How about this, you stay and have breakfast with me and if you can manage to keep your hands off me, it's your reward."

She twists her lips. "Why do I feel like this is a trap?"

I laugh. "It's not. It's just, I like you, Lucy. A lot. And I want to keep you around."

"Even after what I told you last night? About... my rules?"

At this, I grin.

"Why is there a cocky look on your face, mister mountain man?"

"Because I just wonder about those rules, considering when you were with me last night you broke one. I'm betting you'll break one again."

"Not the big one," she says, her voice softer now. "I mean it. I really, really want to be a virgin on my wedding night. It's always been important to me."

"I love that."

"You do?" Her big blue eyes meet mine.

"I do. I like that you know what you want. I'm not implying women are doing things wrong if they aren't doing things like you, but I respect it, Lucy. Your values."

"What about you, do you have values I should know about? Things that really matter to you?"

I lean back in my chair, considering the question as a waitress comes over and takes her order. I smile, liking that Lucy is staying put for a little while at least.