The Unexpected Path

Chapter 27 - Lucas

"Of course I forgive you but there's nothing to forgive. We can do this all day but I'm not hanging up until both of you tell me you understand it wasn't your faults," Her tone is no-nonsense and I barely suppress a smile. So fucking bossy. She nods after a minute and looks pleased. "Good. And I promise we'll talk more when I come home next weekend. I just really needed to get it off my chest."

At the word her eyes fall to my bare one like she's finally noticing my lack of clothing. I raise a brow at her and tsk. Dirty girl. Her parents had no idea. She glares back like she can read my thoughts and I don't bother stopping my smirk. Fucking whatever.

"Okay. I love you too. Bye," She hangs up and blows out a breath, falling back against the couch. "Well, that sucked."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I hurt them, Lucas. I feel like an asshole."

"Couldn't be," I shake my head in all seriousness. "That's my job, remember?"

"Funny," She rolls her eyes. "I'm serious. That was hard."

"But you did it," I remind her.

Her mouth quirks up slightly. "But I did it."

"You feeling any better?"

"I think so. I know the conversation isn't done yet but at least they know. It's...relieving."

"Did you happen to mention I was dirtying you up all night? Would have been a great ice breaker."

She grabs a couch cushion and flings it at me. I catch it easily enough and set it down in time to find her shaking her head at me. "Yeah, until Dad would come down here just to strangle you to death. No thanks."

"Aw. You care."

"Fuck off," She laughs and I wink, getting up and crawling over her.

"Rather be fucking you," I murmur and my lips press into hers.

She kisses me back hungrily, her mouth opening for me and asking for more. I let my tongue slide against hers and the way she sighs softly immediately hardens my cock. Fuck, I love it when she makes those sweet sounds for me. Because of me. I couldn't get enough yesterday even after fucking her three times. Still haven't based on how my body is buzzing with impatience like some horny teenager.

"Mm-mm," She mumbles against my mouth and pulls back. She smiles at my answering scowl. "I need food. Get off."

"I was trying to," I mumble and she laughs again, pushing me away.

I stand and pull her up with me, smacking her ass as she strides past. The very ass I had the pleasure of spanking until her flesh went red with my handprint. She looks at me over her shoulder with a teasing glint in her eye, adding an extra sway to her hips. My cock twitches. And she calls me the devil.

I hop up on the counter as she gets to work cracking open a few eggs. She beats them with a fork, staring down at them as she asks, "How's Aunt Em?"

The reminder dampens on my good mood and I can feel myself becoming annoyed. It's instinct. At least until Olivia looks up at me with hopeful eyes and I have to shove my asshole-ness down. Fuck. I forgot how much work it is actually trusting someone. Been fucking years since I opened up to anyone and it feels like I'm going against my nature.

"She's doing good," I force the words out. I've been trying not to get my hopes up by not talking about it at all. But fuck if it doesn't feel good actually saying it out loud. "Real good. Tumour's been shrinking this whole month."

"Really?" Olivia breathes. I nod. "So...she could be heading into remission?"

"She's got an appointment this week that'll determine that. Partial remission is a huge possibility."