Chapter 23

Luca

“N ow stop talking and fuck me.”

I knew what she was doing. Using sex as a distraction.

A weapon.

We’d just had one of the most difficult and raw conversations of my life. Polly bared her soul. Shared a secret she’d held in for over a decade, and, in turn, I revealed mine. Sex should not have been in the equation. But with her perfect tits pressing into my chest and her pussy—something else she was keen to share—so wet I could feel it beneath the water, even an idiot like me could do the math.

Gripping her waist like it was the only thing tethering me to the earth, I ground her into my lap and thrust up, my cock almost slipping inside her as she wriggled and moaned atop of me. “Polly. I can’t fuck you again without a condom. It’s not worth it.”

With a smile, she snuck her hands underneath us, trailed her fingers over my abs, the hard line of my V, then grabbed the base of my throbbing cock while raising her hips. “Oh, but it is, Cowboy. It really, truly is.”

“And what about your rule?” I groaned, my whole body coming alive as her head fell against my shoulder. “It’s been more than once. And I know your name—” The objection died in my throat as she ran her finger across the head of my cock and slipped it inside her tight cunt, sliding down and clenching, pausing halfway before slowly rising.

“Just once more,” she whispered, slamming home again. The sound of water spilling over the side and splashing onto the tile floor, the slap of her ass against my thighs, her cries for more felt like heaven opening up just for me. I buried my face between her boobs, twisting to the left and right, darting out here and there to lick, suck, and praise her perfect pink nipples.

“Fuck, I love your tits.” I groaned, my voice rough like sandpaper. “Most amazing things I have ever seen. God, I want to fuck them so bad.”

“Would you like me to give you three a moment alone? I feel like I’m intruding.” The giggle that tumbled from her lips another click in the clog, each whirling twist pulling me closer and closer to my heart being ground to a pulp. Fuck don’t tell her you’re falling. Make a joke. Make her laugh.

“Shit. Are they detachable? Because if so, that would be a real game changer. I’d treat ‘em real good, Pol. Promise.”

“You’re tired of me already, Luca, baby?”

Another wave crested over the side as my rutting slammed to a halt . Luca. Witnessing those lips say baby was something, but my name. With that accent. That sass? Wanting to hear it again I forced my eyes to close. “Fuck, say that again.”

“What? Baby?”

“No, my name. Say my name, please, God.”

I felt her lean down, lick, and nibble the shell of my ear and released a low and throaty moan, “Luca.”

“Jesus. Lord. Crab cakes. Take me now.” I hoisted her from my lap and splayed her over the edge of the bath. It was an act of sanity and pride, wanting to rut into her while watching her insane ass cheeks bounce, while knowing if she said my name again with her tits in my face, I’d fill her with my come, and I was not ready for this to be over. Fisting her hair, I pulled her head back till I could reach her lips then kissed her hard and fast, fucking her with my tongue. I slammed back inside her, her pussy swallowing me whole.

“Finger me. Finger my ass, Luca.”

“I’ll do one better.”

Pulling out, I leaned forward and bit her jiggling right cheek, then her left, flattened my tongue, and swept it over her hole.

“Yes!” she cried, again and again, and as I circled and probed, “No one. Holy shit, no one before.”

Pride swelled through me, giving this incredible woman everything she deserved became my sole mission. I got lost in the pleasure and fantasy of that. Of fucking her like this every day for the rest of my life. Of her being mine and taking her home. Of rutting into her pussy while she was wearing my jersey. I wanted to give Polly everything I could, the best sex. The best life. The best of me.

“Luca. Luca, I’m going to come. Fuck me, please.”

Her words snapped me back to the moment. To fucking the most amazing ass with my tongue and the tightest, smoothest pussy desperate for my dick. “Luca, please.”

I pulled my tongue from her hole and slapped her ass. “Does my Princess want to come?”

“Yes.”

“Beg for it, Princess. Tell me you’re mine and beg.”

“Never.”

“Really.” She ground against me as I wedged my cock in her folds without slipping in, “Spoiled little princesses don’t get their rewards … Be a good girl, Polly. Beg.”

Fighting a war with herself she wriggled and writhed beneath, submitting only when I pushed three fingers inside her, withdrawing after one pump. “I’m yours. Please, make me come, Daddy.”

God dammit. I almost blew my load. “Good girl.”

Bringing sweet relief to us both, I pounded inside her, the bath nearly empty as I lost all control. “Come for me, princess. Come with me.”

Reaching between her legs, I rubbed her swollen clit between my fingers. Two firm swirls were all it took before she stiffened, her head falling back, her ass grinding. Her cunt squeezing. “Luca, yes.” Fisting her hair and tugging, I let myself go, following her over the edge and just kept falling. Stream after stream of come filled her pussy, as it pulsed and contracted, milking me dry. “Wow.”

“Wow.” I hummed in agreement, collapsing beside her, my fingers tracing along her spine as I considered the connection between us while being too scared to speak it.

The blissful moment was suddenly shattered by a heavy pounding on her bedroom door. “Polly, you need to get dressed. Elias has arrived.”

Polly was out of the bath, mumbling to herself and drying off before I’d recovered from the most intense orgasm to date. The sex was getting better and better, which was an almost terrifying thought.

Fucking Polly Hart could end me. And that’s before Evie finds out.

I lay in the bath and watched her saunter her way into her room. I had a perfect view of her ass as she dug in the back of her closet, frowned, then pulled out and slipped on a dress my mum would wear to church. Next, she grabbed a purple clip and pinned her half-wet-half-dry hair into a long ponytail. She still looked amazing—like a sexy librarian I wanted to bang in the stacks. But she didn’t look like my princess.

“What’s with the getup? Is Elias a priest? Are you applying to be his altar girl?”

Pausing mid-shoe application, she hopped on one foot and rolled her eyes. “No, smartass. The Greek Orthodox church doesn’t allow girls or women to mess with their shit. He’s just my … um … long lost cousin. Family friend type.” She dropped her foot to the ground and flopped backward onto the bed. “Mum’s been obsessed with me … umm … meeting him for weeks, so she’s shipped him in from Greece. It’s dumb and a pain in my ass, but it’s also a big deal for her, and she’s been sick. For once, I want to make her proud.”

Who was I to stand in the way of a daughter seeking her mother’s approval?

I was.

Me.

“See. I knew deep down you were a good girl.” Removing myself from the bath and dripping over the tiles, the carpet, and then her body, I bracketed her between my hands and pinned her beneath me.

Fuck, she was beautiful. Her long hair, the ends still damp from the bath, fanned out above her like a Judas black halo. The soft lemon ruffles of her dress that perfectly contrasted the tanned, olive skin of her legs had ridden up, exposing pale purple lace that covered her bare pussy where I wanted to bury my face. So yeah, the puritan look may have been for her mom and Elias, but it was impressing the absolute fuck out of me.

“Luca,” she scolded, her thighs squeezing together like it could stop her need for me. Like that wasn’t going to turn me on even more.

“Polly.”

“I have to go, and you do, too. Mum can’t know you’re here.”

“Ahh. I’d hate to break it to you, but I think she was at the door when I was rocking your world. She knows I’m here. And that I’m a massive sex machine.”

A snorting guffaw ripped from her lungs. “Oh really? Maybe she thinks I had my collection of toys out?”

“Is that right? How big a collection are we talking?”

“Massive,” she sighed, “Just like your sex machine-ness.”

Imagining Polly getting herself off in the very bed where I had her trapped took me from a semi to a raging hard-on. And despite further insistence that she had to go, Polly was doing nothing to help in its eradication. In fact, she was doing the complete opposite. Wriggling her sexy self against me. Wrapping her legs around my back and pulling me so tight against her that I could feel the wet patch on her panties. We were all set for another round of “just one more time” when more knocking and the distinct sound of keys twisting in a lock had me rolling onto my back like a maimed turtle and lunging for something to cover myself with. You could be forgiven for thinking that since I was on a bed, I would go for a pillow or a blanket.

“Plop. We’re going to church. Mum is losing her shit, and your Elias is actually hot. If you don’t get out here soon, I might bang him—oh, why hello!”

A cute blonde, but not Luna, stood before me, an incredulous, familiar smile gracing her lips.

“Hi.” I waved with one hand while holding a lavender Teddy Bear over my junk.

“What the hell, Holly?” Polly demanded, her tone an equal mix of mirth and rage. “ Why are you barging in my room?”

“Sorry, sis. Would you have preferred Mum? ‘Cause she was waddling her way up here on a mission, claiming she heard …” Holly looked at me, eyeing the Care Bear. Her smile was growing. “Noises.” Giggling, she pointed to what I hoped was the stuffed animal. “Sharing is caring, eh?”

Gritting my teeth, I shrugged as much as I could flat on my back. “Sorry?”

“The bear. It’s a Care Bear, Share Bear to be exact, and you are most definitely sharing … a lot of skin. I appreciate that … Luca, is it?” she asked, her tone implying she already knew the answer.

Princess had told her about me.

Using the non-bear-holding hand, I reached out and shook her outstretched hand. “Pleasure to meet you. Holly. Sorry about my, ahh, attire.”

“Or lack thereof. And again, I appreciate it. No need to apologize.”

Making things more awkward, she sat herself down beside me, the shifting bed causing me to roll into her a little. “So, you’re a hockey player? My husband likes hockey. I like the fights. It’s hot. You a fighter, Luca? Bet you would look great bleeding a little.”

That seemed to be enough for Polly, who had been quietly giggling. “Okay, you’re done, Holly. Do me a favour, stop drooling over the pretty man, and go cause a distraction so I can sneak him out.”

“Aye, aye, captain!” Holly gave her a salute, me a wink and one last full body scan before pressing her hands into the mattress and shuffling backwards towards the door. “Hope to see more of you soon, Luca.”

The second the door was closed, I yeeted the ear and turned on the dimples. “You think I’m pretty?”

“That’s your take on this? My mum almost burst in with you on top of me. My sister eye fucked you, and the bear. I’m trying to get you out of here without being unalived, and you’re asking me if I think you’re pretty?”

I propped my hands behind my head and lay against them. “That’s right.”

Polly giggled, picked my pile of clothes from the floor and threw them next to me. “Get up, get dressed and get out, cowboy. Our time’s up.”

My heart sank to my feet, shoulders hunched in disappointment, but still, I tried to play it cool. “This time or all time?”

“All time. It was fun. We got off. But we’re done.”

“I thought you said fuck the rules?”

“I did. And we did. And now that I’ve got what I wanted, I’m done with you.”

“Really?” Standing, I moved behind her, wrapping my hands around her waist and tugging her close. “I feel like we are just getting started.”

She huffed like I was talking rubbish, but her warm body betrayed her, melting into mine for like … five seconds. “Luca. I have to tell you something.”

“POLLY. GET HERE NOW!”

“Shit, she’s going to blow.” She spun to face me, her playfulness vanishing in an instant. “Please, Luca. Don’t make this harder than it already is.”

It hurt. The sorrow in her eyes. The regret in her voice. I couldn’t stand the thought of causing that. Resigned to my fate, I let her slip from my arms, dressed as quickly and quietly as I could, then hid as she opened the door and scanned the hallway. “You found your way in here. You can find your wait out. And please, be quiet.”

“Can I see you tonight?” I whispered over my shoulder.

“No.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Nope.”

“Okay, so tonight then?”

She smiled then turned, shaking her head as she disappeared down the dark hallway. “Goodbye Cowboy.”