Page 15 of The Lucky One
“Good, so now when I move my fingers, keep the pleasure inside you,” he breathed, his lips still on mine. “Don’t share it with the world. It’s just you and me, Little German.”
I nodded impatiently, tugging at his shirt to pull him closer. He glided his fingers up and drew them back down, circling, circling—then slowly but surely plunging one finger in.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you so much,” he said in my ear. A second finger, moving faster. “You were all I could think about.”
The combination of his words and the magic of his fingers overtook me with so much pleasure, keeping quiet felt impossible. “Jon, I can’t...”
The door creaked open.
“Kids?” Tim’s voice reverberated down the steps.
“Yeah?” Jon said, unbothered.
My climax surged through me at full speed, making me writhe uncontrollably. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. I pulled at the blanket and pressed it to my face as Jon continued moving his fingers, not stopping their relentless rhythm. I tried to push him away but he grabbed my wrist, leaving my chest on fire.
“Enjoy it,” he whispered, adding in another finger when I expected it least. Slipping in and out, fast and easy. Ugh, it felt so good. Too good...
“Ah—”
His mouth pressed against mine.
“I wanted to remind you two of something.” Tim’s voice didn’t keep the waves of ecstasy from rocking through my body.
“Yeah, Dad! What is it?” Jon shouted as I fought to keep the pleasure in.
“I made some rules with Gena. The door has to stay open.”
Why won’t it stop, why won’t it stop...
“Sorry, Dad, I didn’t know!”
I urged Jon’s mouth back onto mine, biting his lip to keep from screaming. Tim’s footsteps receded upstairs, and the waves ebbed. I let go of Jon’s lip and dared one final moan as he smirked at me.
It was over. I was panting like I’d just gone for a run, my legs shaking like crazy, while a huge grin spread on my burning cheeks. I threw a pillow over my face, peeking out briefly to give him an evil glare. “I fucking hate you.” He was back for only a few minutes, and in those minutes I was happier and more excited about life than the last two months combined.
“Hey, I didn’t know about the new rules yet.” Jon winked and stroked my cheeks. “But damn, you climaxed for what... a minute? I guess the fear of getting caught turns you on.”
I smacked the pillow on his face and jumped on top of him. “Your turn then, Mr. Asshole.”
Roaring Thoughts
Paul
I turned the page in my book—then realized I had skimmed through the entire page without actually absorbing any information.
Everything reminded me of Emily. Even this book on renewable energy systems. I was only taking this class for her after all—to move to Germany with her and study their wind turbines.
How could she get over me so fast?
Jon must’ve come home by now. No doubt Emily was with him. Maybe it would go badly—not so bad that she’d be devastated, but bad enough that she’d realize he wasn’t the one for her. That was my last shred of hope: that the wind would go out of their sails. Ha, how ironic.
I closed the book with a sigh and flipped a pen through my fingers. The only sounds that broke the silence were the hushed footsteps of people navigating the shelves. How I envied the students who were focused on their studies, laptops open, books piled around them.
One student in particular.
Kiki sat on the other side of the room with a book. I wasn’t entirely surprised to see her here; this college library was her recommendation after all. More surprising were the black-framed glasses resting on her nose. I hadn’t seen that look on her before. When she glanced my way, I brought up my hand for a little wave and she smiled in return. The glasses suited her, accentuating her high cheekbones. It was undeniably cute.
I quickly looked down and opened my book again. I couldn’t have those thoughts about Kiki. She was Jon’s ex. The last thing she needed was to be someone’s distraction—or even worse—their bandage. Aerodynamic force in wind turbines...