“I’m not sure about the situation with your mom but I would love to have you living here with me,” he continued.
“Yeah, the situation with my mom is not that great,” I sighed, the reality of my situation dawning on me. “To be honest, I think only time and some distance between us will mend our relationship...she is so stubborn and fixed in her ways that being around her is very toxic.” I glanced at Lucas, who was listening to me attentively. “I would love to live with you, but I’m a little hesitant about my mom living next to us..I feel like she would hang over our relationship,” I finally admitted and bit my lip. I wasn’t sure how he’d take it.
Lucas just nodded with a soft smile on his face. “I completely understand.”
He pulled me closer to him and we both drifted into a blissful sleep, skin against skin.
THE NEXT FEW WEEKS were a whirlwind. I was almost in over my head at work with all of my new responsibilities. However, I refused to give into the pressure and became more determined than ever to learn and get better. I knew I was on the fast track towards my dreams, and in order to succeed, I needed to put in all the work. If I wanted to become one of the best architects in the country, it was inevitable that I could solve any problem.
Luckily, Lucas was more supporting than ever, making sure that everything else in my life flowed effortlessly. He had been preparing lunches and dinners in advance, so that I wouldn’t have to worry about grocery shopping and cooking. He really was the sweetest, most thoughtful guy ever—not to mention extremely easy on the eyes.
Despite our blossoming relationship, we opted to meet in secret to avoid raising any suspicions with my mom—I really didn’t want to give her anything negative to say. But the good part of working like crazy was that most days I was gone, only going home to sleep, which she understood. So, oftentimes Lucas and I would have lunch together in the city and then spend a couple of hours at his place in the evenings. My mom didn’t suspect a thing and I was hoping that soon I’d be able to afford to move out on my own anyways.
I was working through lunch one Wednesday, anxious to finish up my part of our new project by the end of the day, when I got a call from Lucas.
“Hey beautiful,” I heard his voice grinning from the other end of the line.
“Hey babe!”
“So I know you’re super busy with this new project of yours, but I wanted to see if you’d be free for dinner tonight?”
“Is it okay if we do it at six?” I glanced at my watch anxiously. It was only one in the afternoon and I knew I needed at least four more hours of continuous work to finish.
“That’s completely fine. I’ll swing by your office at six and then we can head to the restaurant together. Deal?”
I couldn’t help but smile at his words. I loved it when he came by the office. “Deal!”
“Great. See you soon. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
I got off the phone and refocused on the task at hand, my mood profusely improved. Lucas always had that effect on me: no matter how busy work was or how bad things were with my mom, he always knew how to make me feel better. He made me feel so special and loved, which was a truly refreshing and heart-warming feeling for me—something I hadn’t even experienced before him.
Just before six I heard the elevator ping and watched him step out, waving at me with a huge grin spread across his face. He walked by my desk and I got up and gave him a quick kiss, then picked up my laptop and calendar and we headed out to the restaurant.
Lucas had picked an ambient and small Italian place where we enjoyed a nice dinner of sausage and fennel pasta with white wine, while catching up with each other. As I was finishing up my meal, he placed his hand on top of mine and I couldn’t help smiling—him being so affectionate with me made me extremely happy.
“There’s actually something I want to show you tonight,” he hinted, sparking my interest.
“What is it?”
“You’ll see. I’ll pay and then we’ll take off,” he grinned and winked.
Before he had a chance to pull out his credit card, I stopped him and handed mine to the waitress.
“My treat,” I winked at him and he let out a hearty laugh.
Even though paying for a dinner like this was no money to him, I wanted to be the one to get the check at times—I wanted us to be equals in our relationship. At least whenever it was possible.
“I appreciate it,” he smiled and made me feel warm inside.
We slipped into our coats and then headed out of the restaurant. Lucas managed to get us a cab within seconds. Even though I tried to pester him about our destination, to my frustration, he held his ground. Luckily, the drive was only about ten minutes, after which the cab pulled over and we got out onto the street.
He held his hand out to me and led me in front of a beautiful, brick townhouse. Then he opened the door and with a puzzled look on my face, let me step inside first.
“What do you think?” he asked, flipping on the lights and revealing the incredible, spacious interior.
“Think of what?”
He let out a laugh, his baby blues fixed on my face. “This house!”
I was confused. “Well, I mean..it’s obviously amazing. The location is great and the architecture is stunning.”
“Remember when you said you would love to live with me but don’t feel comfortable doing it with your mom next door?” he grinned. “I decided to put the old one up for rent and I bought this one..for us.”
His words caused my jaw to drop. “Are you serious?” My eyes looked around the space frantically, taking in every little perfect detail.
“Of course I am..so, would you like to move in here with me?”
I was lost for words momentarily, during which Lucas’ eyes burned on my skin. Then, finally, I came up with the perfect solution for us. “Only if you let me pay rent,” I said and grinned.
Lucas nodded, bursting into laughter and then wrapped his arms around me and lifted me into the air, twirling us both around. I couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction and before long, our lips met.
Chapter 7
Lucas.
“Do you really want to take this into our new home?” I heard Amelia’s voice booming from the other side of the room and turned. She was holding up an ugly porcelain garden gnome with an orange hat and bare butt.
I roared into laughter. “That was Xavier’s idea of the perfect birthday gift one year in college.”
Amelia chuckled and stuffed it into one of the boxes. “Well, in that case we’re taking it. But it’s gonna have to reside in one of the closets.”
“Fair deal,” I grinned, wrapping the last plate in paper and putting it carefully in the box that was labeled ‘KITCHEN STUFF’.
I moved on to the glasses while Amelia worked in the living room, emptying and packing up the insides of the dresser.
We had been at it for five hours already. And that was only today. Once I’d taken Amelia to our new place on Wednesday, we had started packing the next Saturday. Since both of us had obligations during the work week, our weekends had been dedicated for this project. Luckily, Xavier and a pregnant Lily had swung by yesterday and they helped us get most of our stuff into boxes—Lily of course had been only packing the light stuff, even though she insisted that she was up for the bigger stuff.
Now, on this Sunday, we only had a few more things to pack and the moving company would be coming to collect all of our stuff shortly.
“I’m so glad we decided to hire some help,” Amelia sighed, wiping sweat off her face as she shoved another pile of books into a box.
“I told you we’d be sick of packing by now,” I chuckled and walked over to her. She was bent over one of the bookcases when I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her up into my arms.
“Tomorrow we’ll be living in our new home,” I said dreamily. “A fresh new start for both of us.”
“I can’t wait. I was so surprised my mom was actually happy with u
s moving together. Not to mention we’ll both be closer to our workplaces.” Amelia nodded and got up on her tiptoes, placing a little kiss on my nose. “That means more time for us to spend together.”
I pressed my lips on her plump ones, tasting her sweetness. I couldn’t imagine ever getting bored of the way her lips felt on mine.
“Someone’s getting excited,” she winked as my cock twitched in my jeans from feeling her pressed against my body.
“He likes you..too much.”
“Nonsense. No such thing as too much,” Amelia said with a cheeky grin on her face.
I looked down at my wristwatch and groaned. “And the movers are arriving in five minutes. He won’t be happy,” I said and glanced at my fly.
She let out a laugh, shaking her head. “He’s just gonna have to wait till we’re all settled in our new home.”
We finished up filling the last two boxes and when we were done, a truck pulled over in front of the house and soon the doorbell rang.
The movers carried all of our boxes into the truck and headed on their way. Amelia and I stayed back to make sure that everything was in check for the new tenants. We had agreed to leave all the furniture behind and decorate our new house together. I’d never had much of an eye for interior design—my place had always looked like something that a 27-year-old had put together. Which was exactly what I’d done. But now, we’d be creating a home for us. And I couldn’t have been more excited about it.
“I think that’s all,” I said, looking over at Amelia.
She nodded and walked over to me, leaning against my side. “Yup. Goodbye to this place.”
“Goodbye.”
We took off after the truck and by the time we arrived at our new home, all of the boxes had been taken inside. Our new furniture was already there, so the last thing for us was to empty our things into their respective places.
A few hours of emptying and a couple of annoyed grunts later, we were finally done.
“Remind me to never move again,” Amelia scoffed, sitting down on the living room couch.
I opened the fridge and pulled out two beers, then sat down next to her, handing the other one to her.
“Yeah, we’re definitely not doing that again..ever,” I remarked, taking a sip of the cold beer. The bubbles tickled my throat deliciously. “Or if we decide to move, we’re hiring someone to do the whole thing for us.”
Amelia gulped down half of her beer, nodding happily along to my words. “Yessir!” Then, her grey eyes shifted to mine and she smirked.
“What?” I asked, swallowing a sip of my beer.
“There’s something we need to do..to avoid bad luck in this house,” she started and placed her empty bottle on the coffee table in front of us. “We need to Christen it,” she flung her leg over mine and straddled me.
My open mouth quickly closed and turned into a devious grin. Amelia took the bottle from my hands and reached to her back, placing it on the table.
“Is that so? Well of course we wouldn’t want bad luck, would we?” I said and before I had a chance to say anything else, she pressed her lips on mine with such urgency it took me by surprise.
Amelia’s hands plunged into my hair, gripping it as her lips played with mine. She slipped her tongue inside my mouth, sliding it against mine, making me taste the beer mixed with her sweetness. I felt my cock stirring up, feeling her weight on my lap.
I forced my lips away from hers and instead dug them into that sensitive spot between her ear and her neck. She let out an audible moan and her hips started grinding against mine. My other hand cupped her ass while the other massaged her full breasts.
Suddenly, she slid down from my lap and fell to the floor on her knees. With a grin on her lips, her fingers worked to unbutton my pants and then she gave them a yank. I lifted up my hips to assist her mission as she managed to pull both my jeans and my boxers off with one tug. My cock sprang up, fully aroused and ready for her.
Amelia licked her lips and wrapped her fingers around my girth. She moved her head over my lap and then slowly lowered her mouth on my cock. I groaned as the warm wetness overtook every last stimulus and plunged my fingers into her hair. She worked her mouth over my shaft, going lower each time and then coming back up again to focus on the tip with intoxicating intensity. I was in heaven.
My hips began pumping up to meet her mouth and my fingers held her head tenderly as her grey eyes watched me experiencing ecstasy.
“Fuck,” I gasped, feeling that tingling sensation in my cock. “You gotta stop, you’re gonna make me cum.”
With a loud sound, she released me from her mouth and got up on her feet, stripping out of her clothes faster than I thought possible. Amelia climbed back onto my lap, her breasts pressing into my face and I reached my mouth forward, desperate to catch her nipple. I sucked it in, lapping on it, and she moaned quietly, grinding her already wet pussy on my shaft. Then, she reached down for my cock and holding it, slowly lowered herself onto it.
My eyes rolled back when I was sheathed with her tight wetness. She started rocking back and forth, moving up and down, and I could already feel myself getting even harder. I released her nipple from my mouth, noticing the love bite I had unintentionally left on it. I had branded her, she was mine. The thought turned me on even more and my hips started thrusting upwards to meet her rhythm.
Amelia began moaning louder and louder and I could feel her getting wetter around me. It was unbelievable, she was unbelievable. Our bodies were as if meant for each other and I loved that I made her feel so good. Not to mention I was the only man who had made her feel this way, who had seen and felt her like this. The slightly possessive thought seemed to urge me on, and I started pumping harder and harder, edging closer to my release.
I felt Amelia tightening around me as her walls clamped down on my cock and the orgasm hit her. She cried out and I pumped a few more times before exploding inside her, filling her with everything I had.
She was everything. And I wanted to give her absolutely everything. She was mine.
She slumped on top of me, exhausted and trying to catch her breath.
“That was intense,” she panted, hoisting one of her legs over me and sitting down next to me.
I chuckled, stroking her hair. “Especially after all this moving. What do you say we go to bed and then make some breakfast tomorrow before heading to work?”
With a nod, she stood up and held her hand out to me, which I gladly accepted. She led me up the stairs to our new bedroom, where we fell asleep holding each other.
Next morning my alarm woke me from my sleep early. Amelia was waking up as well, from her position of snuggling into my side.
“Good morning,” I yawned and gave her nipple a light tug.
Her eyes widened and she grinned. “Morning.” Her voice was croaky but full of happiness. I sat up and then after gathering some strength, got on my feet.
“Let’s take a shower,” I told her and waited for her to get up. We stepped inside our new luxurious bathroom and I turned the shower on. As the hot water ran over my exhausted body, it seemed to warm up every single little muscle that was sore from the moving.
Amelia wrapped her arms around me, her nipples hardening from the cool air. When the hot water hit her, she let out a pleased moan. Just hearing her moan made my cock twitch and she glanced down, grinning.
“I see he likes me.. A lot.”
I put my hands at the back of her neck and pulled her into a passionate kiss, plunging my tongue in her mouth.
“We don’t have long, I want to have our first breakfast here together,” I grunted into her ear as I moved my hands to her ass, hoisting her up against the wall.
Amelia nodded and wrapped her legs around my hips, inviting me in. I pushed inside her, hissing and her moans were like music to my ears.
Slowly and languidly, we both seeked our release as my hips thrusted steadily, the hot water running over our desperate bodies. We both found what we had been looking for
only minutes after, when the pleasure crashed into us and we both groaned and bucked against each other in the most primal way possible.
During the after-glow, we washed ourselves and then stepped out and got dressed in our work attire. We took our brand new kitchen for a spin: I whipped up blueberry pancakes while Amelia made us some coffee. Having breakfast together in our home felt so right. It was everything I had wanted and craved. I’d finally found my other half.
“I’m so in love with you,” I said to her, reaching across the table to take her hand into mine.
Her eyes lit up and she smiled sheepishly, a slight blush rising to her cheeks. “I’m so in love with you too.”
Who’d have known that the love that I had always wished for turned out to live a few feet away from me? She was perfect.
Epilogue
10 years later.
AMELIA.
“Maia, please set the table for us. And when you’re done, tell daddy to come and help me, please,” I instructed my daughter as I emptied a bag of pasta into the boiling water. It was a typical mid-week dinner time at the Carter household. Although, usually Lucas was the one doing the cooking. However, today he had been building legos with Miles and they had been begging to finish the castle. Even thinking about it made me grin. There was no way I could’ve said no.
A few minutes later Lucas came into the kitchen and he slid his arms around me as I worked by the stove.
“Our 7-year-old daughter just informed me that playtime was over and that I should get my butt in the kitchen because the boss was looking for me,” he grinned and placed a quick kiss on my cheek.
I roared into laughter as I stirred the Alfredo sauce. “She comes after her mother, I see,” I winked at him. “What about Miles? Did you guys finish the castle?”
Lucas thieved a piece of broccoli from the pan and chucked it into his mouth. “Yes we finished. Now he’s entertaining his sister who thinks she’s too old to be playing with a 3-year-old.”
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