The Perfect Stroke (Lucas Brothers Book 1)

by Jordan Marie

  “Gray?” CC asks, wringing her hands from across the room. I don’t have to see her to know that’s what she’s doing; I know by the tone of her voice.

  My eyes close and I try once again to rein in the fact that I’m hurt. That’s not truly what’s important right now.

  “You didn’t tell me,” I say before I can stop myself. I turn around to look at her and I see the embarrassment on her face.

  “I know.”

  “My mother knew that you were in trouble and I didn’t.”

  “That was by accident. She was at the garage when Riverton showed up…”

  “He came to the garage?”

  “He was just poking at me, wanting me to know he had me in a corner,” she explains, not quite meeting my eyes.

  “He harassed you? The fucker came to your business and harassed you and you didn’t feel like that was something you needed to tell me? You let me conduct business with these people, CC!” I growl loudly, anger filling me at the idea of CC standing up against that twisted fuck by herself. What would it feel like to have the man who is responsible for your birth treat you like garbage?

  “Now wait a minute. You went into business with them way before I even came into the picture. I don’t have anything to do with that.”

  “I wouldn’t have gone into business with them if I had even an inkling of an idea that he was this twisted. If you had told me he was your father…”

  “He’s not my father! He may have been a sperm donor, but under no circumstance has he ever been my father. I’ve only had one of those and he died.”

  I swallow down the anger and frustration when I see the pain on her face. Right now, CC reminds me of a little girl, lost and…unloved. Except she is; she’s loved more than she could ever imagine.

  “Okay. You’re right. You’re completely right. It’s just… damn it, CC. You should have told me what was going on.”

  “Why?”

  “Why?” I repeat in disbelief.

  “Yeah, why? It’s my garage, my horrible past that was circling. Whatever happened, it didn’t affect you. It was my problem and my business. That’s it.”

  “That’s it? What affects you affects me! You’re my woman. You’re a part of my life. I thought we were building something here? I thought we were in a relationship. Instead, I find out that you’re going through all this shit and that my mother is the one who paid Riverton off and got rid of it.”

  “I know you’re upset about the money. I mean, two hundred and fifty thousand is a lot of money. But you have to know I will find a way to pay her back. It may take me some time, but I will. I had no idea that she was going to—”

  “Will you stop?! Do you honestly think I give a fuck about the money? I’ll give mom the money back tomorrow—if she’ll take it.”

  “Gray! It’s two hundred and fifty thousand dollars!”

  “So?”

  “It’s a lot of money!”

  “CC, how much money do you think I’ll make if I win tomorrow?”

  “You don’t even know for sure if you’ll be able to compete.”

  “I will. But it doesn’t matter. I can pay the loan back without even winning. Still, if I win, I’ll make over a million dollars.”

  “Over a million?”

  “Yes.”

  “I… think I need to sit down,” she says, falling back on the coffee table.

  “Are you okay?”

  “You get a million dollars for hitting little balls all day?”

  “It’s a little more complicated than that, Cooper.”

  “If you guys make that kind of money—why do you wear such weird clothes?”

  “Will you stop fixating on golf clothes? Jesus! We have things to discuss here.”

  “We don’t. Not really. Your money is not mine. I’m going to pay your mom back.”

  “Jesus Christ, Cooper. Will you quit talking about the money? It’s not important!”

  “Spoken like a man who makes a million dollars for getting ducks all day.”

  “Ducks?”

  “You know, when you don’t make a hole-in-one, but you manage to get the ball in before the hole number, or something…”

  “Are you talking about a birdie?”

  “Whatever. They both have wings and beaks.”

  “You are completely insane, Cooper.”

  “I’m starting to feel that way…”

  “You should have told me you were in trouble.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I love you! Damn woman, it shouldn’t be this hard, Cooper.”

  “You love me?”

  “Of course I do! What did you think we were doing here?”

  “I… I wasn’t sure.”

  “CC, I love you. I want you in my life. Not just for a week here and there, or a month. I don’t want quick sex with you. I want to grow old with you. I want kids with you. Fuck, I want to spend every fucking day of my life with you by my side. I’m not doing this until I grow tired of fucking you, CC. I’m here because I know in my heart that I will never get tired of you. I will never be happy unless you are with me.”

  “Gray…”

  “Please tell me I’m not alone in this, CC.”

  “Gray,” she says, walking towards me with tears in her eyes. She pulls me near, going up on the tips of her toes so that our faces are close. “Gray,” she whispers again, her voice thick with emotion.

  “What, CC? What?”

  “I…”

  “CC?”

  “I love you. I just really love you,” she whispers, then brings her lips to mine.

  70

  Gray

  “You love me?” I ask her when we break away from each other. My heart feels tight. I wasn’t sure how this talk would go. In the back part of my mind, I really thought she was going to break up with me. The fact that she told me she loves me seems completely unreal.

  “I do. I love you with all of my heart.”

  “If I knew this would be your reaction, Cooper, I would have cornered you a long time ago.”

  “I’m not sure I would have been ready until right now.”

  “You’re ready now? For everything? To go all the way?”

  “Are we talking about sex here? ‘Cause we kind of already…”

  “Not sex, you nympho, though we will be doing that. I’m talking marriage, kids, happily ever-after.”

  “I haven’t had many role models for parents, Gray. I might not make a good mother.”

  “You have Ida Sue and Banger.”

  “If Banger heard you refer to him as a good mother, he’d come back and gut you.”

  “Quit busting my balls, CC. You get what I’m saying. Tell me you’re willing to go on this crazy ride with me.”

  “What if I mess it up?”

  “What if I do? There’s no guarantees except that we promise each other no matter what that we stick together,” I tell her, locking our hands together and threading my fingers through hers. I bring our joined hands up and kiss them. “Together, CC.”

  She stares at our hands and then at me. “I’m ready,” she whispers.

  The weight of those soft-spoken words curls inside of me and rips through my heart, pulling it apart and then stitching it back together in a way that I know this woman will always be here. I let go of her hand and then, without words, I pick her up in my arms and carry her into the bedroom. The next few moments are filled with nothing but heavy breathing and a blur of clothes being pulled off, ending only when both of us are naked and lying on the bed next to each other on our sides.

  I bring my hand down her shoulder and arm lightly, just enjoying the feel of her soft, warm skin. I let my hand rest on her hip as I look at her.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful, Cooper. So beautiful you make me ache.”

  “Let’s see if I can cure that,” she whispers, kissing me on my chest.

  “I like the sound of that,” I tell her, rolling over on my back when she pushes against me. She climbs on top, he
r body feeling like heaven this close. She slides between my legs and drapes herself over me, letting her lips kiss down my stomach. I let my fingers play in her hair, not urging or rushing her. No, I’m just enjoying CC and anything and everything she wants to give me.

  She doesn’t seem to be in a rush either. Leisurely kissing me, whispering, “I love you,” after each kiss. I could do this and nothing more than this and die happy. It might sound girly to admit it, but she makes me feel cherished.

  She shifts on top of me so that her legs come down on the mattress on either side of my body. I look up at her—a goddess, her breasts tilting out, her soft feminine curves almost glowing in the soft light, and her hair lying lazily against her creamy white skin. My dick jerks, thrusting out against her. It can’t go far since she’s almost sitting on it. The tip has somehow made it under her enough that it’s resting against the inside of her thigh and there’s a slick wetness against him. I couldn’t tell you if it’s from her excitement or my own. I figure it’s a mixture of both, and I fucking love that idea. I shove down the urge to roll her over and bury my head there, drinking down any of her juices I find. This isn’t about me. I’ll get that later. This is CC’s show, and I can’t wait to see what she does next.

  I don’t have long to wait because she slides down and then grabs my cock, positioning it lying down underneath her. Then, she settles on top of the lucky bastard. My dick is instantly enveloped in her sweet cream as it pushes between the lips of her pussy. CC moans above me and I look up to watch her. She’s got her hands on her breasts, holding them and gently teasing her nipples. My hands lock on her knees to stop from giving into the temptation to turn her over and fuck her hard. I want to give this to her. I want her to take what she wants. It’s beautiful to watch.

  She begins sliding up and down on my cock, painting him with her desire and riding him.

  “God, Gray, that feels so good. I could come just like this,” she whispers above me, her head thrown back, her eyes closed, and her hips moving as she takes her pleasure.

  “Do it, baby. Take anything you want,” I urge her. She pulls her head back up to look at me, her eyes glowing with need, desire… and love. It’s always been there. Why didn’t I notice it before this moment?

  “There’s something I’ve always been meaning to try,” she says, and fuck if that isn’t something a man loves to hear from a woman. I want to make every one of her thoughts and fantasies come to life.

  “What’s that?” I ask her.

  She studies my face, her tongue coming out to lick along the bottom of her lip. Her top teeth bite into the flesh and she pulls on her lip. It’s fucking sexy, and my dick tries once again to push into her without success. She has the bastard pinned, but it’s a position I could die a happy man in. CC surprises me next. She lifts up off of me and this time it’s me that has to bite back a cry of disappointment. It doesn’t take me long to figure out what she has in mind though when she turns herself around. I kiss up her back as she settles back down.

  “I don’t know how to break it to you, darling, but we’ve done this position before,” I tell her, my voice hoarse as I feel her hand wrap around my dick.

  “You’ve taken me from behind, Gray. But I don’t think we’ve done this before,” she says, and then she’s backing up. I lie down as she moves so her pussy is over my face. The sweet aroma of her hits me and I feel pre-cum slide down my cock. Fuck, this won’t last long, and I know it was her show, but there’s only so much a man can handle. I grab her hips and bring her down on my face, hard. I smother myself in her cream that slowly drips from her sweet cunt and covers the sides of her thighs. I drag my tongue through her depths, thrusting up into her, burrowing and wanting more. I growl into her cunt when I feel her tongue sliding against my balls. When she sucks one in her mouth, teasing it with her tongue, I nearly lose it.

  I move my hands to grab her ass, biting into the cheeks and pushing her even harder into my face. My fingers push into her skin and move until they find that sweet little entrance. I slip a finger just inside the ring of her ass while bringing my other hand around to thrust a couple fingers in that sweet pussy I’ve been eating. When I turn my attention to her clit and tongue it, her entire body shudders, she squeezes my fingers tight, and her cry gets muffled as she moves from my balls to my cock and swallows him down that hot, slick throat of hers. Her hand stays tight around the base of my cock as she tunnels up and down on my cock, fucking her mouth with it. I know I’m going to blow. I can already feel the heated electric spark spread down my back, but I want her to come first.

  I push my finger deeper into that tight, virgin ass. Then I bite her clit before sucking on it hard and lashing my tongue repeatedly over it. The swollen nub is pulsing so hard, I can feel it, even with all of the sensations I’m experiencing. I curve my finger inside of her, scraping against the warm, hot, sugary sweet wall and that’s all it takes. She cries out, though the sound is garbled because she’s choking on my cock, deep-throating me. I explode into her mouth, feeling jet after jet of my cum release. When her orgasm starts, I don’t stop eating her. I lick it all up and keep going until she gives into me again.

  When it’s done, we’re both breathing hard. I feel her place a small kiss against my still semi-erect cock, and then burrow her head against my balls and let out a shaky breath.

  “I love you, Gray,” she whispers, already half asleep.

  I kiss the inside of her thigh. “I love you, too,” I tell her. I wait for her to say more, but the next thing I hear is a cute little snore. She fell asleep lying on my balls with her hand wrapped around my dick. I smile and kiss her thigh again and she whimpers.

  I’ll let her rest and then wake her up with eating her out again. That sounds like a damn good plan. I’m brilliant, really. I’ll make sure she appreciates that fact later.

  71

  Gray

  “Gray, how does it feel to have won golf’s biggest tournament and to now have your name in the record books with some of the greats of the sport?” the blonde reporter I know as Jenn asks.

  I look over at my crazy family and CC standing behind the ribbon. “It feels like I’m on top of the world. I have so much respect for the guys who wore this blazer before me. Just to be mentioned among them is a great honor.”

  “Gray, that was the most convincing win this tournament has seen in ages and you looked so relaxed out there. Do you think that gave you a leg up on your peers?”

  “Jenn, to be honest, I was relaxed. Going into this tournament, I already had everything a man could ask for. I had my health, my family, and the love of my life. This tournament, as important as it was, is just icing on the cake for me. I really am a blessed man.”

  “You mean it doesn’t have anything to do with your attire? That’s quite a statement you’re making out there. I can honestly say, I don’t think I’ve seen anything like those pants before.”

  I look down at the pants I’m wearing. They have this horrible combination of pink, turquoise, and bright yellow diamonds interlocking on them. CC gave them to me this morning as a good luck gift. She honestly didn’t think I would wear them. I figure I’ll make sure she shows me her appreciation tonight.

  “These? You like these, Jenn?” I joke, motioning CC over to me. She’s all smiles as she runs to my side. I pull her in close.

  “They’re definitely making a bold statement,” she says, trying to be nice.

  “These were a gift from someone I love. I couldn’t not wear them in the most important tournament of my career.”

  “I see. Well, before I let you go to your victory party, can you tell your fans out there what’s next for golf’s most notorious bad boy?”

  I look down at CC, and I can’t resist kissing her. When I look back up at Jenn, it feels as if my heart might burst it’s so full.

  “That’s easy, Jenn. I’m getting married,” I tell her, and after kissing CC again, we walk back towards my family.

  Epilogue

  Ida S
ue

  “You okay in here?” I ask CC, knowing she’s not. The poor thing looks like she’s about to faint. She looks beautiful. It is a simple, strapless, white silk dress that hugs her, yet somehow makes her look innocent at the same time.

  “I’m a nervous wreck, Ida Sue,” she whispers and her eyes are glowing with tears.

  “Now, now, none of that. You’re beautiful and Gray is one lucky son of a gun,” I tell her, but that seems like something I shouldn’t have said, because the tears slip from her eyes. I reach over and grab a napkin and dry them up.

  “C! Stop that crying. This is a happy day! My best friend is getting married to a three-peater and is going to live the dream. Today, we celebrate!” CC’s best friend Mir says from beside us. Mir is a pretty girl, despite that name. It doesn’t even stand for mermaid, which is kind of sad, and if my old body was still able, I’d have another girl just to name her that. She has this pretty pale skin, and blue eyes that remind me of my girl Petal’s. She’s much too skinny, though. A good, stiff wind would blow her over.

  “What’s a three-peater?” I ask out of curiosity.

  “Don’t ask, please?” begs CC. I look to Mir, who grins from ear to ear.

  “What? I think Gray’s Momma would like to know how special her son is,” Mir says with a saucy grin. I think I like this one; she has a little fire. She definitely needs to fatten up, though. One of my boys would clearly break her in half. Maybe Green. He needs a good woman. Lord knows the sour ones he got a hold of have done nothing but poison him. I’m going to have to keep my eye on this one.

  “I think I would,” I tell them just as someone knocks on the door.

  “I’m supposed to escort my best girl down the aisle,” Jansen says, coming in. Damn, that man cleans up good. He may have some miles on him, but he’s the best damn ride I’ve ever had. In fact, I may have to ride him now.

  I lean in and kiss CC’s cheek, handing her the note I fixed for her earlier.