run for the couch and he captures me before we both go over the lip. He lands at my back in the cushion behind me.
“I’ll never get the image of you running naked out of my head,” I huff in an attempt to catch my breath as he starts working my panties down my thighs, using his heel to drag them the rest of the way. Our chests are rising and falling rapidly as he whispers into my shoulder. “Sexy, huh?”
“More like disturbing,” I say as he bites into my shoulder. “I mean I guess your cock looks cute bouncing around like it’s homeless.”
“Cute,” he says with a grunt, pressing his new hard-on between my ass cheeks as a threat.
“Maybe I can knit it a little hat, so it doesn’t catch a draft as much as you run around here naked. I swear I married a nudist.”
“Are you complaining?”
“Maybe,” I say cheekily. I would absolutely hate it if he started wearing more clothes.
He lifts my hair with his fingers and nips at the back of my neck. “Well, I love you naked,” he says, lifting my T-shirt off and slowly pumping his cock through my legs, toying with me as my clit pulses.
“Please,” I say, grinding my ass against him. “No more playing.”
“You need to have more faith, Mila.”
“Maybe,” I gasp out, his length nudging me from beneath. He slides his palm from my belly to my sex, tracing the pad of his finger over my clit, back and forth, using my slickness to ready me.
He’s everywhere, his hot mouth melting me into a wanton puddle beneath his magic hands. I don’t realize how big I’m smiling until it fades and I moan as he drags the head of his cock through my pussy from behind. “Oh, God.”
“Now we’re talking.”
My smile returns. “You were just waiting for that.”
“It never takes long. You’re always talking to either the Father or the Son when I’m the one doing all the hard work.”
“Cute.”
He presses into me in one swift thrust. “Is this…cute?”
“Jesus, Lucas.”
“Make up your mind,” he grunts, burying himself to the root and pinching my nipple.
“Fuck, yes,” I murmur. He pumps into me slow, slipping his arms through mine and gripping my shoulders to use as leverage to go as deep as he can go.
“Play with your clit, baby,” he urges. I slip my hands between my thighs doing his bidding. “Fuck, that turns me on so much.”
“I’m going to come.”
“Hold on, Dame,” he murmurs into my hair. I can feel how turned on he is, his chest is drawn tight, his movements becoming less controlled.
“Fuck me, Lucas,” I whisper, getting lost to him as his thrusts quicken, and we both brace ourselves before bursting into a state of moans and exhales.
Lucas holds me to him, his arm around my neck as we both come down. His whispers surround me in a warmth more inviting than the sun streaming through the windows giving us a spectacular view of the rose garden and the hills surrounding us. He rests, still inside me in the protective hold I’ve come to crave as much as anything else.
“I love you, Mila Walker. You are my whole life. I’ve never wanted anything more than to make you happy.”
“You do,” I say, twisting to give him access to my lips. “You do.”
Sobbing, I make a quick turn off the road and park at a shopping center. Unable to think past the pain, I dial the number and pray for an answer.
“Mila?”
“Amanda,” I croak into the phone.
“Oh, no, honey, what is it? What’s wrong?”
“I need to talk to you.”
Our marriage won’t last through another week of filming. He’s gone too deep, too far removed from the life we built, and if we have any hope of a future, I can’t subject myself to any more rejection. For this, he didn’t want a partner.
“Lucas, he’s…I don’t know what he is. I need to talk to you.”
“Okay, where are you?”
“You’re here, in town?”
“Yeah, I came back for a casting call.”
“I’m parked at the shopping center just down from the promenade. Will you meet me?”
“Sure, give me thirty minutes.”
I hadn’t realized how much time had passed until Amanda knocks on my window. I’d been staring off into space and jumped when she rapped on the glass. When I get out of my SUV, I hug her tightly to me, fully identifying with the loss of the past four months, for her, for Lucas, for all of us.