CHAPTER SEVEN

GAGE

While the girls slept at the ass crack of the morning, four am specifically, Mav decided I needed a stern talking to. Apparently, not only am I supposed to be a sweeter, gentler version of myself, but I'm required to behave myself with Lucy's parents. Did I do a little hacking after our conversation last night, to learn everything I could about these judgemental assholes? Yes, of course I did. They seem pretty boring, if I'm honest. The interesting thing is they lie about their beautiful little Lucy. When I went through their social media instant messages, I found something very interesting. They told multiple friends that Lucy owns a dress shop in the United States. Not a word about her books. I'm supposed to play nice with these people that are ashamed of who she is? Look, her books are filthy, and I don't expect them to read them. That would probably be too much for most parents, but to lie about what she does for a living, because you're that ashamed of it? It pisses me off.

Our girl Lucy is amazing. Of course, she's fucking beautiful, but there's more to her than that. She's kind, giving, and everything they should be proud of. I can't help but wonder if this terrible anxiety she has is because of her parents. Fuckers.

I sit in the kitchen reading the newspaper, because I'm old school that way. The first person to emerge from upstairs is Lucy, so I move my chair back slightly.

"Come here, baby."

She smiles at me sheepishly as she walks over, and I take her hand and pull her into my lap, holding her close to me. "Everything will be okay."

Wrapping her arms around my neck, she rests her head on my shoulder. "I'm not so sure, Gage. I don't know how I'm going to get through today."

Placing my thumb on her chin, I tilt her head back, forcing her to look at me. "I'll tell you exactly how you're going to get through today. With us. Your family. Do we not always take care of every fucking need you girls have?"

"Yes," she whispers, with unshed tears in her eyes.

"Today will be no different, baby. We will go meet your parents, get the shit you can't live without, and then we'll fuck you until you can't remember your name."

Leaning down, I kiss her, slowly at first, but it doesn't take long until she's whimpering into my mouth, and making my cock hard as a rock. The way she digs her nails into my shoulders makes me go insane. I stare at her, taking in her dazed expression filled with lust. "Stand up, Lucy."

She does, and I spin her around so her pretty little ass is pressed up against my dick, then I push her over the table and drag my hands from the back of her knees up her bare thighs. Fuck, she looks delicious today in her black pencil skirt, and white button-down blouse. There's nothing I want more than to rip the shirt off her and send those tiny pearl buttons flying across the room, but then I remember that I'm behaving myself today.

Pulling her skirt up over her ass, she whines, "Gage, no. I'm ready, and I don't want to show up at my parents' looking freshly fucked."

I hook my thumbs into the sides of her panties and pull them down. "Sorry, baby. I promised to give you what you need. And right now you need me deep inside you."

Kneeling behind her, I grab her ass and spread her open for me. "Such a pretty pussy. Look at you saying no, but already wet for me."

"Gage," she whimpers, and I thrust my tongue inside her, swirling it around, lapping up her sweet taste.

Rising to my feet, I pull myself out of my pants, and push inside her, making her gasp. I'm not sure if it's the gasps or the whimpers I like more.

"You like that don't you, pretty little slut?"

Mav walks into the kitchen. "Jesus. Someone is always fucking."

MAV

Lucy stares at me while Gage pumps into her pussy at a fevered pace. Of course, I could simply observe and let him have her all to himself, but that perfect fucking mouth calls to me like an angel calls a dying man to heaven. Yeah, her mouth is heaven, and I want it. I unzip my pants as I step forward, releasing my cock, and Lucy glares at me. "You bell-ends are going to ruin my makeup."

I look down at her as she lays over the table, helpless to Gage pummeling her. "Good. You don't need it, sweet little Lucy. You're naturally beautiful, you don't need that shit on your face. Now, open wide for me."

She opens her mouth to argue with me more, but I don't give her the chance, I push into her wet mouth, and groan from the feel of her tongue on the underside of my cock.

"Fuck, little writer slut, your mouth is amazing."

Pulling out, I slam back into her throat, causing her to gag. Fucking beautiful.

I stroke my thumb over her cheek affectionately. "Good girl. You love it when we use you like this."

"Oh fuck," Gage groans as she squeezes her eyes tight, and screams around my cock as she gets pulled into an orgasm.

Stella and Sebastian walk into the kitchen laughing about something, but stop immediately when they see the scene in front of them. Stella says, "Well, that's a way to rid her of the anxiety."

Gage comes and I'm not far off from my own climax, so I tell Lucy, "Every drop, baby. Don't make a mess or I'll make you lick it up."

She whimpers around me as I fuck her throat, and it's my undoing. Tingles travel up my spine, and I come down her throat.

Gage pulls out of her and pulls her panties back up, while I pull out of her mouth. "Good girl, baby."

She stands up after Gage lowers her skirt and glares at me. "Now I have to go get cleaned up and fix my makeup. Thank you very much."

Lucy thanked me with as much snark as she could, and normally I'd spank her little ass but instead, I grin at her. "You're welcome, baby."

LUCY

Oh god. The train journey, which I'd dreaded because ugh trains are so scary when you think about how fast they move, and how much can go wrong… yeah, anyway, it really felt too short, because suddenly we're getting in a taxi at the train station, and the next stop is home. My old home, as in the one I grew up in. I'd moved to a small, rented house not long before I ended up in America, but my parents' house will always be my first home. Home is with the four people I'm travelling with now, but this clash between my first home and my real, best home, is impending, and I think I'm having a panic attack. Scratch that, I know I am.

"Is she going to pass out?" Gage asks, turning around in his seat in the front of the car. It's not exactly a car, it's a seven-seater, because you know, five of us. And I'm focusing on stupid details to not think about seeing my parents. They're not monsters, just disapproving, and not the most supportive people.

"Breathe, Lucy, don't make me spank you in this car," Mav whispers in my ear, squeezing my thigh in a firm grip. I'm pretty sure I'm breathing, but the streets are looking so familiar that I know we're nearly there. Did I tell my parents there would be five of us? Oh god, did I tell them, or did I keep putting it off, so suddenly we'll all be turning up and they'll be wondering what the hell is going on?

"Oh god! Did I tell them? Do they know we're all coming? Oh god!"

"I don't think that matters, babe, just breathe," Stella says, patting my shoulder as she leans over the seat from behind us. "It's all going to be fine."

"She talks like they're fucking assholes, so why don't we just turn around and leave?"

I don't pay any attention to Gage's question, because I don't think I am breathing properly anymore. It's the worst time for the car to slow down, but suddenly we're parked up right outside our destination, and I half want to do what Gage suggested.

"Breathe, baby. Let's get out of the car and get this out of the way, then I'll tongue-fuck you into a fucking coma when we get back," Mav whispers in my ear, as car doors open and close all around us. This is really happening, and I feel like they're going to meet my parents and think I'm insane for this response, but they didn't grow up with them, and their disappointment.

Somehow, I end up out of the car, one hand tightly gripped in Mav's, as he strides to the front door, which opens as we reach it, because of course my parents were watching from the window.

"Hi mum, hi dad. Uh… we're here," I say lamely, as they take in the group of us with wary expressions. Yeah, I definitely forgot to mention we were all coming here. I messed up already, and it'll just go downhill from here.

"Mr Greene, Mrs Greene, I'm Mav, Lucy's boyfriend," Mav declares, shaking dad's hand as he takes over, and gives me time to remember how to breathe.

"There are so many of you. We weren't… uh, this is a surprise," mum says quietly, darting the first of many concerned glances at my dad. Oh yeah, it begins.

"Can we come in? It's kinda wet out here," Gage practically demands from behind us, and just like that, we're all going inside. No going back now, and I swear, I don't glance back at the front door, wondering how fast I can leg it again.

After we've all removed our coats and hung them in the hallway, we head into the living room, which looks just like it did the last time I saw it, and even though I know I'm different, so different from when I was here last, I'm starting to feel like I'm reverting to the old Lucy. The old Lucy who knows she never measures up to her parents' expectations, and always lets them down. I cling to Mav's hand like it's my lifeline, because in this moment, it literally is. Please don't let go of me, Mav, I might lose myself in this place so full of memories and my failures.