Inseparable_A Second Chance Romance

by Mia Ford

  The point between my legs rubbed slowly against his thigh that was planted firmly there. When I moaned he pushed his leg harder against my pussy making me wetter and more desperate.

  Lucas leaned back and looked at me. For a minute I thought he was going to stop. I was terrified he was going to stop.

  “You are so beautiful.” He whispered. “I want to see all of you.”

  My breath hitched in my throat. I arched my back again and popped the hook and eye that held my bra firmly in place. My breast sprang forward with a delicious freedom that made me even more excited. I slipped off my gym shoes and with one quick movement slipped off my pants and panties all at once.

  Now it was Lucas's turn to catch his breath. He stared at me, at all of me. Then I watched his eyes as they focused on my sex and I trembled. He lowered his lips down and began to kiss my pussy as gently as if he were kissing my lips. My hips pushed up wanting more and he understood what I wanted. He flicked his tongue against my clit sending waves of lust over and over my body. I spread my legs even further and as I did faster he twirled his tongue around my juicy button.

  My body shuddered as I was about to scream when he stopped. My skin was hot and my cheeks were flushed. I was teetering on the edge and nearly fainted when he unzipped his pants pulling out his cock standing at full attention.

  I held my breath as he lowered himself down on top of me. In one slow movement, he penetrated my pussy and held me there as my body tried to grind against him.

  “Wait for it.” He whispered, her skin slick with sweat and his eyes glazed with the fever of lust in them.

  I stared up at him, giving him complete control as he slowly began to slide in and out of me. Every nerve was on fire. I didn’t feel the motion of the car, only the rocking of Lucas’s body as he fucked me.

  With one strong hand, he held my arms over my head bound at my wrists while with the other he teased my nipples. All the while he watched my face. I stared into his eyes as my body did what he wanted it to. It responded to him. He watched as every tough, every thrust, every grind of his hips into mine made me want more and more. The further I spread my legs the deeper he entered me. The more I arched my back the more attention he licked and plucked my nipples.

  “Don’t scream or the driver will hear you.” He panted in my ear. I had almost forgotten about Clive. “Do you want him to know I’m fucking you back here?”

  “I…I… don’t…know.” I could think. I could only feel the tightness in my stomach as I tried to stay in control. “Just don’t stop.”

  He didn’t stop. Instead, he started riding me harder. I could feel every inch of him as he eased out only to push himself deep and hard into my tight box. I was loving it. I wanted to scream Lucas’s name and tell him to keep fucking me.

  Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better Lucas reached down and with his hand teased my clit sending me over the edge. He pressed his lips against mine then leaned next to my ear.

  “Shhh.” He instructed. “Just let your body get fucked and enjoy it.”

  “Oh! Oh! Oh!” I breathed heavily trying not to make noise as my body was raked over by wave after wave of pleasure. “Lucas! You’ve wrecked me!”

  "I haven't even started, Tilly." He panted. He rode on top of me making me groan and again feel my sex gush with excitement as my pussy was pounded harder and harder. Lucas looked down at me. We locked our eyes and I could see his pleasure rising. Within seconds after I came to his body responded perfectly to mine. His hips bucked with wave after wave of delight until he collapsed on top of me burying his head in my neck.

  “There is something about being in a car with you, Lucas that is very dangerous.” I joked and was glad when I felt his body shake with laughter.

  We quickly pulled ourselves together and I cracked the window to take a breath of cold air.

  “Why don’t you just come to my house?” Lucas insisted. “Jenna’s going to have the place operating like a zoo. No one will even notice we are there.”

  “I can’t. My parents are waiting for me.” I sighed.

  “Maybe you’d like to come by for some coffee or something tomorrow.”

  “Tomorrow is Christmas.”

  “So?”

  “So?” I laughed. “I like my parents, Lucas. I’ve missed them while I was away.”

  “Yeah. I suppose. Some people like spinach.” He tucked my hair around my ears. “I just don’t want you to go.”

  “Well, I am. But you know how to get a hold of me.”

  “You’re sure you can’t just blow them off?” he insisted.

  “Absolutely not.” I shook my head. “Call me tomorrow?”

  “Yes.” He nodded without really looking at me. I wonder how many girls had blown off their families to be with Lucas. It’s obviously happened before or else he would be suggesting it to me.

  He opened the car door for me once we pulled up in front of my house. It was a simple ranch home with tacky multicolored Christmas lights hanging around the windows and a Nativity scene made out of plastic in the yard.

  Clive helped me with my bag and I quickly took it from him without looking him in the eye. I’m sure he knew what happened in the back seat.

  "Merry Christmas, Lucas." I waved as I hurried to the front door, careful not to slip on the layer of ice that was in the driveway.

  I rang the doorbell as Lucas shut the car door and didn’t turn around. I couldn’t. It was just like at the party all those months ago. I couldn’t be like every other girl. I just couldn’t. Besides, if I had I would have missed my dad’s expression when he opened the door.

  Chapter 16 – Jenna

  “I’m not looking forward to him coming home. I’m sorry.” I looked at Michael seriously. Sure. I had a few drinks and I was feeling a little braver and bolder but these were things I had to tell the boy’s father. “He should have been sent to Paris or Milan or something for Christmas.”

  “Jenna.” Michael clicked his tongue. “You can get along with him for a couple of days, can’t you? He’ll be heading back to college in less than two weeks. I’d like my son to feel he can come home if he needs to.”

  “That’s the thing. As long as you keep putting money in his bank account he’ll never leave. Don’t you think he’s got to learn how to stand up for himself?”

  “Like you?” Michael’s words bit hard.

  "Don't even go there, Michael. I made a very good living in real estate. I learned how to take care of myself. So sue me if I think it's time someone takes care of me for a change." I pouted.

  “Now, Jenna, you know I understand your background. But Lucas is my son. He can have whatever he wants. I’ve got no bad news coming from the school. He’s not dropping out or bringing home any baby-mamas. In this day and age that is a pretty big accomplishment.”

  “But you promised we were going to be alone over the holiday.”

  “I did. Then you invited your mother and aunt and someone you knew in kindergarten.”

  “She was in my sorority in college. She handles the alumni club newsletter.”

  “Is that why she’s eating my food and sleeping in one of my guest rooms with her weird husband who stares off into space?”

  “No, silly.” I lied. “We’ve been friends a while and she doesn’t have any children so I thought she’d like to spend the holiday with us. We’ve got the room.”

  "Well, since the weather canceled most of the travelers I think…"

  “Wait. Wait a second. The weather didn’t cancel anything. Everyone is coming over tomorrow instead of tonight. The weather is supposed to be sunny and the roads will be clear by then. I had Carla call everyone to confirm.”

  “When were you going to tell me about this?”

  "Tomorrow around four o'clock when you'd need to get dressed." I smiled and sidled up to Michael. "Don't be mad at me Michael. It's not that many people. Twenty maybe thirty guests altogether. I think your son had about five times as man
y people in the house as that without your permission."

  “Are you still bringing that up?”

  “Yes, because you didn’t do anything about it.”

  “He threw a party, Jenna. Kids do that all the time.”

  “And he ruined a $14,000 painting.”

  “That could have happened at any time.”

  “You just don’t want to believe me.” I blinked my eyes to keep from crying.

  The truth was that I'd taken a lot of time to make the house look beautiful for Christmas. I hired one of the best decorators's in town. The entire house glowed with soft white Christmas lights and the twelve-foot tall tree in the foyer could be seen from the sidewalk out front. There were seven trees throughout the house and I even took a tiny four-foot tree and had it decorated with all of Lucas's tacky ornaments and gifts from his grade school days. Michael suggested I do it.

  “I do believe you. But you need to give a little if you’re going to get along with him.”

  “Give a little? Or give in completely?” I folded my arms over my chest.

  “Come on, Jenna. You are both adults. I’m not going to get involved in this dispute you two are in. You’ll both have to figure it out on your own.”

  Just then, as if on cue, the front door opened and slammed shut.

  “There’s your only son.” I huffed.

  I watched as Michael walked out of the kitchen where we had been talking and went to the front door. I followed behind him and put on as much of a smile as I could muster.

  “Lucas.” Michael stretched out his hand. Lucas took it and shook awkwardly.

  “Hi, Dad.”

  “You’re looking good.”

  “Thanks.”

  “You got my text that we’ll be having guests with us this Christmas.”

  “Yeah, I thought you guys were having some kind of party tonight. What happened?”

  “The weather.” I piped up and stepped from behind Michael. “Welcome home, Lucas.” I just stood there waiting for him to give me a hug or shake my hand but he barely looked at me. “We’ve just postponed the party until tomorrow. Everyone will be here then.”

  “Where’s mom’s tree?”

  “What?” I looked around. “What are you talking about?”

  "My mother, she had a tree. It was like seven feet tall and had all kinds of old-fashioned ornaments on it. She used to put it in the small window in the living room."

  “Well, Lucas.” Michael finally spoke up. “We thought it would be nice to have a professional decorate the house this year. I think Jenna had some really great ideas and they turned out fantastic.” He slipped his arm around my waist and kissed me on the head.

  Lucas stomped over to the fireplace.

  "What the hell is this?" He pointed to a picture Michael had painted of me. It was not very big. Only a 18x24 frame. It wasn't going to stay there on the mantel but I wanted to show it off to my guests.

  “A Christmas present from your father.”

  “Where’s mom’s Nativity?”

  “Her what?” I asked rolling my eyes.

  “Dad?”

  “Lucas, why don’t you go upstairs and unpack, maybe take a long hot shower and relax instead of looking for things to be upset about. The house looks fine. Let it go at that.”

  I looked at Michael as Lucas stomped down the hallway and up the stairs to his room. Within a matter of seconds, the door slams shut making Michael jump. I was used to it.

  “See, I told you this would happen.”

  “Jenna, what do you want me to do?”

  "He doesn't take me seriously because he just sees me as your girlfriend. Nothing more. I've heard about the way he treats women and to him, it would be just great if his dad just kicked me to the curb without any rhyme or reason. It's what he does. He had to learn it somewhere, Michael."

  “Come on, Jenna. You know I love you.”

  “Then why aren’t we married? That is what love is. Committing to one another for the rest of our lives. Unless you think we aren’t going to last that long?”

  “You are just upset because Lucas didn’t like what you did with the house.” Michael shook his head and looked down at me. “You’ve been stressing about him coming home for days and it’s just all coming out now. Your party was postponed. My gosh, Jenna. You should be in your fanciest dress, with a drink in your hand talking and laughing with all your friends, not worrying about what my son thinks of your Christmas decorations.”

  “But…”

  “But nothing.” Michael stepped closer to me and slipped his strong arms around my waist. “And I only have one complaint about the décor.” He smirked.

  “What? The house looks perfect.”

  “I didn’t see any mistletoe.”

  I started to laugh. I couldn’t help it. There were times when Michael wasn’t all business that he could really be quite charming.

  “And I have one request for tomorrow.” He continued.

  “I’ll play nice with Lucas as long as he’s nice to me. But don’t think for a second that…”

  “It doesn’t have anything to do with Lucas.” Michael leaned down pushing my hair away from my ear and put his lips right next to my ear. “I don’t want you to wear any panties.”

  "Michael," I whispered feeling his hand move to my ass. "What kind of party do you think this is?"

  “This is my house. If I want to slip away with you for a few minutes a couple of times throughout the night…”

  “A couple of times?” I purred.

  “I’ve got a few more Christmas presents hidden away for you. But it all depends on if you are a good girl.”

  I slung my arms around his neck and stood on tiptoes to kiss him. My tongue found him quickly and I pushed my hips toward him happy to feel the growing hardness in his pants.

  He grabbed my ass with both of his hands but quickly let go when my mother came into the hallway.

  “The well is dry.” She slurred, holding up a goblet I had already filled twice with eggnog. “Your aunt wants a refill to and so does the maid.”

  “The maid? Carla isn’t in today.”

  “Well, whoever the girl is who keeps picking up every frame and knickknack to look at the bottom and then put back. I just assumed she was dusting.”

  “Fine, mother. I’ll bring you some more eggnog.”

  I left Michael wanting and tended to my drunk mother. I had a feeling that the engagement ring would be coming soon. Once that was in place I wanted a quick ceremony and Michael’s entire will scrapped and started over from scratch with me entitled to everything.

  It wasn’t that I didn’t love Michael. I did. But I needed to protect myself and that was what I was doing.

  Chapter 17 – Tilly

  "What is it with you two and the back seats of cars?" Sandy huffed over the phone.

  “That’s funny.” I blurted. “That’s the same thing I said to him.”

  “I mean, Brian likes it when I dress up in camouflage and pretend I’m Army Barbie but that’s nothing compared to you two.”

  “I like Brian and now I’ve got this weird image in my head that you put there. What am I supposed to do with it?” I pleaded. “I’m asking you for help and you are messing with my brain. Thanks.”

  “No. I’m not.” I heard her take a deep breath over the phone. “It was Christmas Eve. You’d both had a little drinkie-poo. You got caught up in the moment and now he texted you at eight o’clock in the morning a message to come and have coffee with him at his house. Don’t go.”

  “What?” I gasped. “You didn’t even think about it.”

  "Yes, I did. Remember what he did after the party? Look, you might want to put on a tough girl act for everyone else, maybe even yourself but I know you Tilly and that guy hurt your feelings. Don't tell me he isn't part of the reason you aren't dating anyone." I sat silently on the phone. "Plus he was a total douchebag in high school. A guy with that kind of money has
to be."

  “No, he doesn’t have to be.”

  “See? You’re agreeing with me.”

  “Sandy, it was just like nothing had changed between us. He opened up to me and talked nicely to me. I can’t just give up on him.” I wasn’t sure if I was trying to convince Sandy or myself that Lucas was something special.

  "Okay, how about this." She took a deep breath. "How about you tell him you can't make it today because it is, after all, Christmas Day. But that you'll call him in a day or two to get together. You can see how he reacts. If he gets mad and says no then you know you were just a bootie call. But if he says okay and you call him in two days and he's ready and waiting, well, I'll rethink my whole opinion of the guy."

  “That’s actually not a bad idea.” I concurred.

  “I’m not just a pretty face, Tilly. When are you going to realize that?”

  “I guess I just did.”

  Taking Sandy’s advice I politely declined Lucas’s offer. I texted him that I wasn’t able to come on. It was Christmas morning and I was getting ready to open presents with my parents but would be free for a little while tomorrow. I was polite and included a Santa smiley face.

  "Come on, Tilly." My mom called . "By the time you get in here, it won't even be Christmas anymore."