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shower, after
tender lovemaking and bagels in bed had come…more. So much more.
My body arching under his, my hands reaching down to grip
his hair as he teased my clit with light, tormenting strokes of his tongue. The
harshness of my voice crying out to him, begging for release. The hard, deep thrust
of his cock, stretching and filling me, obliterating all sense of separation
between us.
I swallowed the sudden flood of salvia in my mouth, all too
aware of how wet I was becoming elsewhere. I had never felt as close to anyone
as I did to Lucas and I never wanted to with anyone else. But not at the cost
of his own well-being.
For three years, I had survived essentially by being
selfish. Thrust solely on my own resources, I’d concentrated on meeting my own
needs to the exclusion of everything else. Being with Lucas had changed all
that. Among everything else he had given me, I had discovered the ability to put
another person first even when doing so brought wrenching pain and loss.
Someday, I’d be grateful for that. But just then, all I
could think of was that time was rushing away from us. Soon none would be left.
My hand shook as gently stroked the curve of his jaw where
the pulse beat. Softly, I said, “Please don’t try to tell me that you’re not
more worried now than you were yesterday or this morning. I’d like to know
why.”
It took nerve to ask that given what I was hiding from him.
But I wasn’t about to let that stop me. To keep him safe, I’d be as shameless
as I needed to be.
He hesitated and for a moment, I thought that he wasn’t going
to answer. But finally, to my great relief, he relented.
Covering my hand with his own, he said, “Let’s sit down.”
As he drew me over to the couch, I tried not to remember how
it had felt to lie there that first day with my wrists bound, waiting to
discover what he intended to do with me. Steering clear of such thoughts became
more difficult when Lucas entwined his fingers with mine and gently brushed his
lips across my knuckles. The touch, light as it, sent curls of pleasure through
me and made me almost miss what he said next.
“I talked with a guy at the F.B.I. today.”
My whole body stiffened but instead of trying to jerk away
from him, my fingers tightened on his. “W-what? Why?”
“Because you told me that the Feds still reach out to you
from time to time. I thought they might have done so yesterday and that was why
you were spooked.”
“They didn’t.” I spoke automatically, my mind grabbling
with the fact that he had a contact at the F.B.I.
Maybe I should have anticipated that, given what he’d told
me about them keeping tabs on him, too. But I hadn’t. The discovery that such a
person existed sent a flare of panic through me.
What had Lucas been able to learn? Did he already know that
my father was in New York? If so, all my efforts to keep him safe could be for
nothing
“Then what did happen?” he asked.
Relief flooded through me. He wouldn’t be pressing me in any
such way if he already knew the answer.
Instead, he was waiting, giving me every possible chance to
open up to him and tell him the truth. The words twisted in me, desperate to
get out. Only my determination to protect him gave me the strength to remain
silent.
“All right…” he said at length.
I could still sense his anger and frustration but they were
more restrained. The control that he was so very good at exercising over
himself and--if I was being honest--over me as well was once more in evidence.
“If you won’t talk to me, at least listen,” he said. “There
are things you need to know.”
I nodded. Listening was definitely safer than talking. “What
things?”
His expression softened. Beneath the hard silver glint of
his gaze, I saw compassion and genuine concern.
Quietly, he said, “I found out why the F.B.I. has believed
all these years that your father is still alive.”
“Did you?” Even to my own ears, my voice sounded high
tender lovemaking and bagels in bed had come…more. So much more.
My body arching under his, my hands reaching down to grip
his hair as he teased my clit with light, tormenting strokes of his tongue. The
harshness of my voice crying out to him, begging for release. The hard, deep thrust
of his cock, stretching and filling me, obliterating all sense of separation
between us.
I swallowed the sudden flood of salvia in my mouth, all too
aware of how wet I was becoming elsewhere. I had never felt as close to anyone
as I did to Lucas and I never wanted to with anyone else. But not at the cost
of his own well-being.
For three years, I had survived essentially by being
selfish. Thrust solely on my own resources, I’d concentrated on meeting my own
needs to the exclusion of everything else. Being with Lucas had changed all
that. Among everything else he had given me, I had discovered the ability to put
another person first even when doing so brought wrenching pain and loss.
Someday, I’d be grateful for that. But just then, all I
could think of was that time was rushing away from us. Soon none would be left.
My hand shook as gently stroked the curve of his jaw where
the pulse beat. Softly, I said, “Please don’t try to tell me that you’re not
more worried now than you were yesterday or this morning. I’d like to know
why.”
It took nerve to ask that given what I was hiding from him.
But I wasn’t about to let that stop me. To keep him safe, I’d be as shameless
as I needed to be.
He hesitated and for a moment, I thought that he wasn’t going
to answer. But finally, to my great relief, he relented.
Covering my hand with his own, he said, “Let’s sit down.”
As he drew me over to the couch, I tried not to remember how
it had felt to lie there that first day with my wrists bound, waiting to
discover what he intended to do with me. Steering clear of such thoughts became
more difficult when Lucas entwined his fingers with mine and gently brushed his
lips across my knuckles. The touch, light as it, sent curls of pleasure through
me and made me almost miss what he said next.
“I talked with a guy at the F.B.I. today.”
My whole body stiffened but instead of trying to jerk away
from him, my fingers tightened on his. “W-what? Why?”
“Because you told me that the Feds still reach out to you
from time to time. I thought they might have done so yesterday and that was why
you were spooked.”
“They didn’t.” I spoke automatically, my mind grabbling
with the fact that he had a contact at the F.B.I.
Maybe I should have anticipated that, given what he’d told
me about them keeping tabs on him, too. But I hadn’t. The discovery that such a
person existed sent a flare of panic through me.
What had Lucas been able to learn? Did he already know that
my father was in New York? If so, all my efforts to keep him safe could be for
nothing
“Then what did happen?” he asked.
Relief flooded through me. He wouldn’t be pressing me in any
such way if he already knew the answer.
Instead, he was waiting, giving me every possible chance to
open up to him and tell him the truth. The words twisted in me, desperate to
get out. Only my determination to protect him gave me the strength to remain
silent.
“All right…” he said at length.
I could still sense his anger and frustration but they were
more restrained. The control that he was so very good at exercising over
himself and--if I was being honest--over me as well was once more in evidence.
“If you won’t talk to me, at least listen,” he said. “There
are things you need to know.”
I nodded. Listening was definitely safer than talking. “What
things?”
His expression softened. Beneath the hard silver glint of
his gaze, I saw compassion and genuine concern.
Quietly, he said, “I found out why the F.B.I. has believed
all these years that your father is still alive.”
“Did you?” Even to my own ears, my voice sounded high
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