“Oh, you’ve lived in this apartment too?” I shouldn’t be surprised.
“Yeah, after I came back from college a few years back, I stayed here for a short while before I got my own place,” he explained.
I had figured after the way that he and Nessa were flirting last night that they might hook up, but I didn’t feel like I knew him all that well to inquire.
“So do you work at Tyson too?” I asked looking for a topic of conversation. The situation was a little awkward. Yes, he was a cousin, but I just met him, and he was in my kitchen with his shirt left wide open, discussing random things with me after he spent the night with my best friend.
“No, I don’t. Uncle Bryce had wanted me to work there and tried to groom me to take over one day since both of his sons showed no interest, but I kept on screwing up and we became estranged for a while. I got into real estate and I am a developer. I’m happy with that, I don’t feel the need to control the empire. I do well enough on my own,” he grinned widely, showing off perfectly white sparkling teeth. He looked like an Abercrombie model. No wonder Nessa couldn’t resist him.
“Look, I hate to leave your friend before she wakes up,” he began to explain in a fluster, probably because he’s a womanizer and admitting these things to your cousin was inappropriate. “I will leave her my number on the counter, tell her to call me,” he said sheepishly.
“No worries, Brad, Nessa is not exactly the settling down type,” I began to explain.
“Oh, I know, she told me, the shit she’s into sounds awesome,” he said excitedly, causing my mouth to drop open. I couldn’t believe she told him that shit; he was my cousin for goodness sakes. “Get that look off your face, Vick, I’m far from a saint,” he said with his blue eyes gleaming with mischief.
“Oh, I’m sure about that,” I said, blowing out a breath.
“Anyway, she said you are getting tight with Luc, which is cool. So we don’t have to worry about bumping into each other and things getting awkward,” he said buttoning up his shirt.
A moment later, Luc came through the door looking intense and serious in a dark grey suit. “You’re lucky you are her cousin.” He smirked to Brad.
“No shit.” Brad smacked him across the chest. Then he walked over to the espresso machine and took one of the to-go cups and hit a button. When his coffee was ready, he put it to his mouth and closed his eyes savoring the taste.
“Okay guys, got to run, catch you later,” he said, grabbing his sport jacket from my couch and walking out the door.
Luc rolled his eyes at me. “You should warn your friend,” he said sarcastically with a hint of humor.
“I think she can handle him,” I reassured him.
“Are you ready to leave?” he asked, as his eyes roamed my body from the chest down.
“Yeah, let’s go,” I said, holding onto my coffee. I grabbed my purse and Luc placed his hand at the small of my back as we left the apartment.
***
Later at work Nessa sent me a text message about what an animal Brad was in bed. I reassured her that I would do just fine without the gory details, reminding her that he is my family. Luc had stuck to his word stealing small glances and carefully touching me when no one was looking. It was almost as if we were playing a little game at work of boss and helper. The truth was I liked the idea of him bossing me around, at least in bed I did.
I was happy when Bryce finally stopped by my office today with an apologetic look on his face and he stayed for lunch. He had lots of questions to ask me about my childhood and what intrigued me about engineering. I began to think that maybe Luc was right and I should give him a chance.
My first week at Tyson went by and Luc and I easily fell into a routine of boss and employee by day and hungry lovers by night. Nessa found a job waitressing at a local deli by day, and using the same contact I had used when first arriving to New York, she began to take Brad to the sex parties, by night. Apparently he was totally into it and they spent part of the time screwing each other before they moved on to other partners. He had told Nessa that she was his dream girl since she didn’t subscribe to monogamy.
She also told me that they grew up similarly, going to private schools and boarding schools in Europe, and that they both spent their childhoods feeling alone. By the time they hit their adolescent years they were both rebellious fuck ups. It made me wonder if they realized how much they had in common or if these were only funny stories they shared.
Luc and I continued to have crazy monkey sex all over his apartment. I had gone to his doctor and refilled my prescription for birth control, and life was good. We slipped up and had sex in his office the other day, but I told myself it couldn’t happen again because I knew I left his office looking like a disheveled hot mess. I didn’t need people wondering.
As the weeks passed by I grew more and more comfortable in my new life. The comfortable carpet that I had once used to walk through life had found its way under my stride again. Bryce paid me a nice salary and I bought myself new clothes. I lived with my best friend, and I had a man that went out of his way daily to show me I was special and how much I meant to him. I couldn’t ask for more.
Chapter 21
Luc
These past few weeks had been the happiest of my life. Watching Vicky sleep beside me in bed warmed my heart. I hadn’t had a nightmare once since she started staying over every night. I lightly tickled her arm, willing her to wake up, we needed to get to the office.
“Vicky, we need to get up.” I continued to rub my finger along her naked arm. She moaned.
“I hope you are dreaming about me,” I teased her and she giggled. She had come a long way from the defensive dark woman I met at the sex party over a month ago.
“Always,” she murmured.
I pressed my hard-on into her back and tucked my hand in between her legs. We’ve been having sex everywhere, all the time. She felt so good that I couldn’t get enough of her. As I rubbed her wet pussy with my finger I heard her breaths growing more ragged.
“You’re so wet,” I whispered into her ear.
“Yes,” she turned over and murmured as her back arched off the bed. “Luc, I need you inside me,” she said with her eyes still closed.
“Your wish is my command, princess,” I said, climbing on top of her. I dipped my head into her chest and sucked on her perky nipples making them even rosier.
“Luc,” she said grabbing my ass and willing me to enter her. She rubbed her wet pussy along my cock, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I slid inside her, loving how tight she felt, craving to hear her call out my name, and watching how I completely undid this woman who had done everything to control each aspect of her life, including falling in love. We hadn’t said the words yet, but I could see it in her loving eyes. She was no longer cold and distant but warm and near.
As I rolled my hips, rubbing my cock against her clit, her moans grew louder and her back bowed off the bed. As I thrust into her faster and harder, I could feel her pussy growing tight. Then she came and her sweet voice echoed through the room as I thrust into her over and over again. I came inside her, wanting to conquer every part of her body and soul. My balls stiffened and my cock jerked as she clenched around me, milking everything I had to give.
“Mmm, that was a nice way to wake up,” she smiled, lazily opening her eyes.
“I love you,” I told her looking directly into her bright green eyes. She froze and her mouth dropped into an O, then it elongated as she looked for the right words. Her mouth formed an O again and I was nervous that I may have scared her off. When tears sprang to her eyes and her hand went to her heart, I wasn’t scared anymore. I knew she was overwhelmed. To her, love had been scary. She had experienced the loss of her whole family and so much heartache. I held her tight and she placed her head on my shoulder. When she broke down in sobs, I knew she needed this. She needed to cry… she released all her pain that she’d kept pent up inside her for the past two years. We discussed her many ways of drowning out her pain, in alcohol and men, and my way of learning ultimate control over my body and mind after psychoanalyzing ourselves from all angles, we concluded that we weren’t dealing with the pain and we weren’t allowing ourselves to heal, it was only a Band-Aid solution.