by Jordan Marie
“Damn it, Lo’,” I growl, my voice hoarse and needful. “Kiss me,” I demand, pulling the nipple and surging back in. She softens against me slowly, and then her tongue slides against mine. I swallow down her whimper and lose myself in the flavor that is Petal, the one woman who has always owned my heart.
It’s been so long since I’ve had her lips, and yet in this moment—this stolen moment in time—it feels like yesterday, and somehow she tastes even sweeter.
15
Petal
“You think you’ve won, don’t you, girl?”
“Mr. Parish, I know you’re upset, but I love Luka.”
“I warned you to stay away from my son. You should have listened to me.”
“If you’ll just give me a chance, you’ll see. I’ll be a good wife to Luka, I promise. I love him. I will do everything I can to make sure he reaches every goal he has. I—”
“How’s he going to do that when you’re over there with your stomach growing more every day with that—?”
“He will be your grandson!” I argue, rushing to say the words before he can finish his sentence.
“He’ll be nothing. His blood is tainted by that white-trash family of yours. Luka tried to be a man and pay for his mistakes. He regrets it, though. He knows you probably spread your legs for every man coming and going. I bet you’d even give me pussy if I offered you enough money.”
“Mr. Parish,” I whisper, sick to my stomach at the vile, horrific things he says to me. “You’re Luka’s father…”
“Yeah, and that’s what girls like you want, right? Doesn’t matter the man, just how much money you can get. You’re just like your mother. I wonder if you fuck like her, too?”
“What? You can’t mean that—”
“What’s going on here?” Luka asks, coming in the front door. My words are frozen. My heart is beating a million miles per minute.
“Nothing, son. Petal here was just asking me if I could help you two move into a bigger home. She says this little apartment just won’t be big enough for all of you when the baby comes.”
“You did what?” Luka yells, and his face contorts with anger. I need to defend myself, but after months of this, I’m not sure I care. I’m not sure I want to anymore.
And what did Luka’s father mean about my mother?
Present:
Is Luka really kissing me? I mean, I’m in the middle of the kiss, and I’m not sure I believe it. His firm hold on me loosens, and then his hand moves under my dress. I should push him away. We were arguing. He was throwing the past back at me. This can never work. The reasons this kiss is a bad idea are innumerable, and I should really listen to the voice in my head telling me to pull away. When I feel his hand pull my leg up to his hip and his tongue slides over and over mine before pulling away enough to suck on my bottom lip—the voice of reason disappears.
His firm, thick fingers curl around the scanty lace of my red silk thong and pull on it. The thin fabric tears so easily. The cool night air hits my warmed, sensitive skin, and a chill runs through me. Luka pulls away just a step, and I think this is it—he’s come to his senses. I don’t know if I should be glad or curse him. I get the chance to do neither because in the next instant, he stretches my dress so that my breasts pops out. My nipples are already so hard, they’re painful. The cold air blasts against them, taking the pain up a notch. There’s something so dirty and forbidden about having my pussy and breasts exposed outside in the night air. That’s the last thought I have right before Luka’s lips grab hold of my nipple, sucking so hard it pushes into the roof of his mouth. I thrust my fingers in his hair almost violently, as I feel his fingers slide inside of me. It’s been so long… so fucking long since he’s touched me—since anyone has touched me. I cry out at the intrusion, but not from pain. No—not at all. It’s because it feels so good.
“Goddamn Lo’, you’re so fucking wet. You’re dying to be fucked,” Luka growls around my breast. I dig my nails into his scalp and try to force his mouth back on my breast, all while thrusting my hips against him trying to get his fingers deeper. I don’t argue with him. It would be useless to try, and he’s not wrong: I do want him to fuck me. My body has missed him almost as much as my heart has.
“Luka, please…” I beg, beyond thinking of anything other than his fingers pushing deep inside of me. My eyes close and my head goes back as he lifts me against the hood of his squad car.
“Fuck, honey. I’ve got you, Lo’. I’ve got you,” he groans. I look at him in shock. My heels click against the grill of the car as I feel his tongue slide against the lips of my pussy.
“Luka, we shouldn’t…” I gasp, panicking, looking around. It’s a quiet road, but we’re still out in the open. The shock begins bringing me out of the sexual haze I’ve been in. In response, Luka’s fingers dig into my hips as he holds me for his pleasure.
“You’re coming on my tongue, Lo’,” he snarls, not giving me a choice. His tongue flattens out on the sensitive lips of my pussy. I can feel his tongue slide into my entrance, curling inside a second before one of his fingers joins, and he fucks me with both. Then his tongue moves up my pussy and centers in on the swollen clit. He flicks against it, almost spanking me with his tongue, and then sucks it into his mouth at the same time two of his fingers thrust deeply inside of me. He fucks me like that over and over, never letting go of my clit. My body begins trembling as I feel my climax begin to overtake me.
“I’m coming!” I scream just before I fall over the edge. I feel my cum flood through me, bathing his fingers and his tongue, and he eats at my pussy, licking it all up and drinking it down. The entire time, he’s still continuously fucking me with his fingers.
It’s beautiful, it’s amazing, and fucking hot… and yet it’s not enough. I want him. I want Luka buried deep inside of me.
16
Luka
“You have the light off, Lo’. Turn the light on.”
“I like it better in the dark, Luka. Please? Just make love to me.”
“I want to see you,” I growl, fumbling around in the dark. My cock is so hard it’s physically painful. I woke up to Petal’s shy hand wrapped around it, sliding up and down, and her lips on my stomach. I can feel her breasts pushed against my balls. The heat from her body is like a drug. Her breath teases the head of my cock. God, this woman owns me. Despite everything, she’s had me from the first time she smiled my way. I have so much anger inside of me directed at her, and God help me, I’m trying to let it go. I need to, because I want to move forward and make a home with her for our child’s sake.
“I love you, Luka,” she whispers in the darkness before her mouth slides down on my cock. “I’ve always loved you.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to say the words back. I do love her, but I haven’t said those words to her since the moment I found out she lied to me. I’m being an asshole, I know it. I need to get over it. I need to forgive her. I shake off my thoughts. If I give her the words now, I can’t be a hundred percent sure they’re truthful, especially since I’m lost in the way she’s sucking my dick. The last thing our relationship needs is more lies.
So I say nothing…
Present:
I should feel guilt. I just finger-fucked my wife—my ex-wife—by the side of the road on the top of my squad car. Anyone could have seen us. Fuck… maybe they did. I sure wasn’t noticing if cars were traveling the road. I was too busy feeling Petal’s greedy little snatch try to break my fingers as she rode them. I don’t feel guilt, though. I feel exhilarated, alive, and horny as hell. Still, discretion is the better part of valor here, or whatever the hell that saying is. I gather Petal’s limp body up and pull her into mine, maneuvering us so we have the car between us and the road. I lean against the passenger door and drink in her scent. I’ve missed having her in my arms more than I should. I can’t explain what the fuck is happening, but I’m going to enjoy it for as long as I can because it can’t last. There’s too much past between us.
“Well, that was one way to win an argument,” Petal whispers against my chest.
I’m feeling as edgy as a fucking teenager inside. I have so many emotions running through me, I can’t begin to name them. Yet Petal’s shaky reply somehow makes me laugh.
“I think you might have been the winner in this one, Lo’,” I whisper back softly, kissing the top of her head. I’m totally lying my ass off. I might have given her the orgasm, but the pleasure of just being able to touch her, to have her react to me the way she did, was the best gift I could have received. It’s something I thought I’d never have again.
“Can’t argue with that, Sheriff,” she replies, pulling away slightly to grin up at me. “What would the loyal citizens of Mason do if they knew how their sheriff spends his time off?”
“Congratulate me? You were always the more reserved one when it came to sex, Lo’. I would have taken you anywhere and any way I could get you. It wouldn’t have mattered to me who was around,” I tell her truthfully. There was a time in my life when Petal’s body was my prime drug, and I was a hopeless addict.
“I was always worried about things…” she whispers, and she gets this sad look on her face. My hand cups the side of her neck, my thumb lightly stroking against her lips. I want the power to wipe away her sadness. There’s so much between us that I wish I could erase…
“Hey, Lo’ we—”
“I don’t want to talk, Luka.” Her thick lips spread into a smile. “Talking is the last thing I want to do.” She grips my hips as she lowers down in front of me.
“Lo’…what are you doing? Get up from there.”
“You made me feel so good, Luka. It’s my turn to make you feel good now.” She’s not looking at me. Her attention is focused on my belt—the same belt she’s unlatching.
“Lo’ that’s not why I… Fuck,” I hiss out the word as her hand wraps around my cock and holds it tightly. My head goes back so it rests on the top of the car as she slowly but firmly strokes me.
“I forgot how big you are, Luka. Somehow, I forgot how you feel in my hand.” Her hot breath bathes my shaft. I slowly pull my head up to look down at her. The moonlight catches her eyes, and in that moment, it hits me down in my gut: There will never be another woman who makes me feel the way Petal does.
“Christ, woman,” I groan as she takes me inside her mouth. I watch as the head of my cock disappears between those deep red lips that glow in the light of the full moon above us. She hums, and I can feel the vibrations all the way to my damned toes as she slides down on my cock, sucking it until her lips rest against my groin and the tip presses against the back of her throat. Maybe it’s because it has been so long, maybe it’s because we’ve both changed, but I can’t remember it ever feeling this good between us.
I watch as she slowly backs off my shaft. Every inch she reveals is wet and covered in a mixture of my pre-cum and her saliva. She lets go of the head with a pop. The sound echoes as she looks up at me wearing a grin and full of mischief.
“I forgot how good you taste, Luka,” she says, and in that moment, she’s unlike the Petal in my mind. This is a woman who’s free of her old issues, who enjoys sex—and enjoys me.
The sound of a car coming around the curve has my body crying in denial. I wasn’t ready for this game to be finished quite so soon. I turn around to see the road while pulling my pants up—or trying to. I look down to see that Petal has followed me on her knees. Her back is now against the car door and she’s pushing against my pants with one hand while her other has wrapped around my cock again.
“Damn it, Petal! Get up here! There’s someone coming!” I hiss just as the car pulls to the curb and starts slowing down.
“Better keep them in the car, Luka,” she says with a giggle.
“What?” I squeak. She can’t mean what I think she’s meaning. Before I can demand she quit fooling around, I feel her hand come up and palm my balls, massaging them. “Damn it, Pet—” She squeezes my sack firmly, not with a lot of force, but enough so there’s a small sting of pain that runs up my spine. My fucking cock jerks, and I look down to see a long drizzle of cum leaking from the head and running down the shaft. Petal flattens her tongue out to scoop it up. She slowly gathers it all before ending on my tip and running her tongue over the small opening to make sure she gets every drop.
“Keep them busy, Luka,” she whispers. I want to argue, but I can’t. When she swallows my cock down and takes me all the way into the back of her throat again… I’m lost.
I force myself to breathe and look up at the car just as a passenger window goes down. I want to cry when I see who is driving the red Ford pickup. On the driver side and leaning down to look out through the passenger window to talk to me is…
17
Petal
“Mom, are you here?”
“I’m in the kitchen,” she answers, and as I walk into the room, her gaze rakes over me. I know she’s taking in my disheveled appearance and definitely the circles under my eyes.
“You look like hell, baby girl.”
“Gee, thanks. Do you have a few minutes to talk?”
“Are we going to discuss how you should have never married that asshole you—?”
“Are you going to tell me the real reason you dislike Luka so much, Mom?” I ask her right back, my heart hurting.
“Other than the fact that he knocked-up my underage daughter, convinced her to marry him without telling me, and obviously isn’t taking good care of her now? Other than those reasons, Lotus Petal?” Mom asks, and I know she’s more upset than normal because she used my full name.
“How many times do I have to explain that Luka didn’t know how old I was? If he had—”
“It wouldn’t have changed a thing. He’s just like his father. He goes through life taking what he wants and doesn’t give a damn who he hurts in the process.”
“That’s not true. Luka is nothing like his father.”
“You’re blinded by love. Sooner or later you’ll see it, my girl, and when you do, it will be too late.”
“You’re never going to like Luka. I get that, Mom. How about we talk about something else?” I suggest, wringing my hands together.
“Like what?”
My breath stalls in my chest before I force it out and bring my gaze up to her face.
“Like what the real reason is that you hate Luka’s father so much. What happened between the two of you, Mom?”
Present:
“Luka? What are you doing by the side of the road? Your car break down?” my brother Blue asks.
I curl against the truck, adrenaline firing through me.
I have two choices here. I could stop this game that Luka and I are playing. That’s probably exactly what he expects. It’s what I would do—what the old Petal would do. Honestly, this wouldn’t have even been a game. The old Petal would never be giving Luka a blowjob on the side of the road. It wouldn’t have happened. I know that’s what Luka thinks too, and I hate it. I hate the person I was when I was married to Luka. It’s that complicated, and it’s that simple. I got married as a child. I was pregnant, but I was still a child. I didn’t have time to become the person I should have been, and before I had time to figure out who that was exactly, I ran up against life and… Luka’s dad.
In that life, I was weak, but I’m not now. Not really. Yeah, I’ve not accomplished a lot, and I live with my mom, but I’m a damned good mother. I survived losing the love of my life, and maybe being a hairdresser isn’t what most people aspire to be, but I happen to love it. I’m also really good at it. I stay booked up a month in advance. When did I become this person? This woman who is afraid to jump without looking?
I ask myself that, but I don’t need to. Immediately the answer comes to me. The last time I jumped without looking was when I saw Luka Parish and decided I would make him mine. Maybe it was because of the lie—because that wasn’t the way I should have handled things, I’ll be the first to admit that. Maybe it was because of the p
eople I was forced to deal with. Maybe it was because of the secrets of the past, or the fact that my ex-father-in-law is a bastard of epic proportions. Maybe it is quite simply all of those things rolled up together. Whichever answer I choose, the result is still the same.
I began to lose myself when I fell in love with Luka Parish.
If I think about that too long, it will remind me that Luka never knew the real Petal. Not really.
“I thought I saw a bear. Old man Duncan has had cattle going missing,” Luka lies, pulling my thoughts back to the here and now. “You can’t be too careful.”
“True enough. Do you need help?” Blue responds, but I have my thoughts on other things. I tune my brother out because if I think about him being here, I’ll stop. Luka’s dick is already starting to soften. There’s no way I want that. I want him to see me as a new woman, one who knows what she wants… and the only thing similar between the woman I know I am now and the girl Luka married is one thing.
The one thing I’ve always wanted: Luka.
18
Luka
“Petal, are you going to come out of there? We’ll be late for dinner,” I call out for the third time. I lean my head against the wall by the bathroom door. I’ve had a rough day at work, I’m worn out, and the last thing I really want to be doing is going to dinner at my parents’. Petal’s making an already bad day worse, and arguing with her isn’t what I want either.
Fuck, I don’t know what I want anymore. I pinch the bridge of my nose and squint my eyes, hating the tension headache that is beginning to mount. I can feel the pressure and the dull ache of pain already.
“I don’t want to go to dinner, Luka. You should just go without me,” she says softly, finally opening the door.