Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Sometimes I wondered if I fit into the same category as the bikes and the garage. Was he with me because he was trying desperately to cling to a few remnants of his former life? But that was just my own insecurity talking. He showed me all the time that he truly cared about me, so I tried my best to ignore the self-sabotaging voices in my head.
After I stuck the snacks and drinks I’d brought into the fridge, I kicked off my flip flops and took off the short-sleeved shirt I’d been wearing over a tank top and a pair of shorts. Then, for lack of any better ideas, I set up the chess board—the one Lucky used to use for his long-distance games with his dad.
I was a little early today, by choice. Lark and Dylan wanted to take Owen to a puppet show in the park, so I’d ended up taking off when they did. I liked hanging out at the garage, because it made me feel close to Lucky. By this point each week, missing him became so intense that it felt like I was walking around with a huge hole in my chest.
Not that I told him that. He was trying so hard and making a huge effort to see me once a week. The last thing I wanted was for him to feel guilty about his obligations on the opposite end of the country.
Right around the usual time, a black town car pulled up and Lucky climbed out of the back seat. It was an odd contrast, him and that car, but it shouldn’t be. Even though he looked exactly the same with his long hair, beard, jeans, and a T-shirt, most of his time now was spent as a businessman running a company. It was actually tough to wrap my mind around that—my creative, free-spirited mechanic and artist, sitting at a desk all day.
As soon as he spotted me, a smile appeared on his face. He rushed over to me, and on the way, he hit the button to close the bay door and tossed his messenger bag aside. I held my arms out and fought the urge to cry with joy and relief and the million other things I was feeling.
He grabbed me in an embrace, lifting me off my feet as he pressed his lips to mine. I was completely overwhelmed with emotion. I couldn’t kiss him enough, or touch him enough, or get close enough. I wrapped my legs around him and sank my fingers into his soft, thick hair as we deepened the kiss.
When I tilted my head to kiss his jaw, he whispered, “I missed you so much, mi amor. God, I missed you.”
I stopped kissing him long enough to say, “I missed you, too.” It was the world’s biggest understatement.
There was no style or grace to the way we stripped for each other. We both just needed to be skin-on-skin, now, so clothes were shucked and cast aside until we were naked. “I need a shower,” he mumbled, in between kissing my shoulder and licking my earlobe. Since this was one of my very favorite things to do with him, I didn’t complain.
Instead, I let him lead me out the back door to the deck, and the outdoor shower that was pure heaven on a hot summer’s day. I got the water running, and we stepped under the cooling stream before going right back to kissing and caressing each other.
Eventually, I thought to reach for the body wash. I loved Lucky’s blissed out expression as I ran my lathered up hands all over him. His cock and balls got extra attention, and it was always gratifying to feel him harden under my touch.
We were surrounded by seven-foot-high wooden shower walls, in addition to the fence around the yard, so I knew no one could see us. Even so, a little thrill ran down my spine when I heard his neighbor talking to some guys in his backyard. Lucky knew I had trouble keeping quiet when he fucked me, and his grin turned wicked as he slipped his soapy fingers between my ass cheeks.
When he slid a finger into me, I shuddered with pleasure. His grin got wider, and he drew a circle in the air with his index finger, telling me to turn around. I did more than that—I knelt on the built-in bench with my knees apart, then arched my back as I leaned into the wall. He directed the flow of water at my ass to wash off the soap, and then he shut it off and dropped to his knees.
Before I met Lucky, it never would have occurred to me that having my ass eaten could be such pure, intense pleasure. He spread my cheeks before pushing his face between them. The scratch of his short beard was a sharp contrast to the softness of his tongue as he lapped at my hole. Then I had to bite back a yell as he pushed his tongue inside me.