on her doorstep waiting for her to greet him.
Layla
started to turn toward the bedroom to get dressed, but with a second
thought her hand went to her waist and she deliberately loosened the
belt. Hell, she looked pretty good these days; maybe she should show
him exactly what he was missing. She pulled her cami-top a bit lower
so that the top of one rosy pink nipple was exposed by the ivory lace
along the low-cut top and pasted a huge grin on her face, ready to
greet her ex lover.
She
went to the door and swung it open, feigning surprise at the sight of
him. “Oh, Lucas,” she drawled, yawning widely as she
offered him her hand. “You’re up early.”
“ It’s
noon.”
His
curt tone was cutting, but Layla ignored it. She was too busy trying
to glue her eyes to his. They wanted to wander though: his body was
still trim and firmly muscled. His narrow waist and flat abs had
always been enough to make her swoon, tucked into his custom fitted
uniform. He was sexier than ever, and she felt a betraying trickle
between her slender thighs.
“ Is
it?” Layla didn’t have to fake being startled. His green
eyes saw the way her blue darted to the old grandfather clock that
had stood in the living room for generations. “So it is. Sorry,
it was a very long flight. Service from LA to Maine is not what it
used to be.”
He
gave her a withering once over and she wilted. “I’m here
because your grandmother asked me to look in on you.
“ My
grandmother’s dead. The funeral is tomorrow.” The words
were sharper than she intended. The ache was back in her heart; her
beloved Grandmother Jean had died just a few days before. Layla
hadn’t made it home in time to say goodbye and she wasn’t
sure how to forgive herself for that.
“ I
know when the funeral is. I’m sorry for your loss, Layla. I
know how much you loved her.”
“ Thank
you, Lucas.” And she meant it. She knew his condolences to be
genuine and despite how much he had hurt her she knew that he cared
for her grandmother as he did the rest of her family. They had grown
up together and small town folks looked out for one another, just
like kin.
Lucas’s
eyes seemed greener than ever, she had to look at the ground to stop
herself from seeing the grim expression written within them. It made
him seem far too human and she didn’t want him to be. He was an
asshole who had broken her heart, a monster that had hurt her. “Well,
I just thought I’d drop by but I best leave you to get started
with your day. I’ll see you later, Layla.”
Layla
looked up but his gaze wasn’t on her face, it was locked onto
the coral nipple that showed through her camisole. A bead of sweat
popped up on his forehead and she felt the malicious grin crossing
her lips.
“ Yeah,
I’m hoping to see Matt today. Been a long time and I thought it
would be nice to drop by his place for a drink. Take care, Lucas,”
she cooed and slammed the door.
She
heard him grumble to himself as she shot the lock home. The shocked
look on his face made her grin, it served him right to find himself
staring at the wrong side of a closed door. Matt was a local boy that
they had both grown up with, a handsome fellow that had always been
in love with Layla though she really had no real interest in him.
Mentioning his name was deliberate; she was hoping to incite a
response from Lucas and as the green monster swirled in his eyes she
knew she still had him.
Heading
into her old bedroom, she flopped down on her bed and stared up at
the ceiling. Once upon a time she would have done anything to keep
Lucas on her porch a little longer, waiting for her attention. Her
body stirred again and she slammed the lid closed on the desire that
she still felt for him. She had waited for him for far too long and
was now determined never to let him get to her again.
Sighing,
she rolled over onto her belly, pressing her aching pussy into the
mattress in an attempt to relieve the pressure there.
“ You’ll
never get
Layla
started to turn toward the bedroom to get dressed, but with a second
thought her hand went to her waist and she deliberately loosened the
belt. Hell, she looked pretty good these days; maybe she should show
him exactly what he was missing. She pulled her cami-top a bit lower
so that the top of one rosy pink nipple was exposed by the ivory lace
along the low-cut top and pasted a huge grin on her face, ready to
greet her ex lover.
She
went to the door and swung it open, feigning surprise at the sight of
him. “Oh, Lucas,” she drawled, yawning widely as she
offered him her hand. “You’re up early.”
“ It’s
noon.”
His
curt tone was cutting, but Layla ignored it. She was too busy trying
to glue her eyes to his. They wanted to wander though: his body was
still trim and firmly muscled. His narrow waist and flat abs had
always been enough to make her swoon, tucked into his custom fitted
uniform. He was sexier than ever, and she felt a betraying trickle
between her slender thighs.
“ Is
it?” Layla didn’t have to fake being startled. His green
eyes saw the way her blue darted to the old grandfather clock that
had stood in the living room for generations. “So it is. Sorry,
it was a very long flight. Service from LA to Maine is not what it
used to be.”
He
gave her a withering once over and she wilted. “I’m here
because your grandmother asked me to look in on you.
“ My
grandmother’s dead. The funeral is tomorrow.” The words
were sharper than she intended. The ache was back in her heart; her
beloved Grandmother Jean had died just a few days before. Layla
hadn’t made it home in time to say goodbye and she wasn’t
sure how to forgive herself for that.
“ I
know when the funeral is. I’m sorry for your loss, Layla. I
know how much you loved her.”
“ Thank
you, Lucas.” And she meant it. She knew his condolences to be
genuine and despite how much he had hurt her she knew that he cared
for her grandmother as he did the rest of her family. They had grown
up together and small town folks looked out for one another, just
like kin.
Lucas’s
eyes seemed greener than ever, she had to look at the ground to stop
herself from seeing the grim expression written within them. It made
him seem far too human and she didn’t want him to be. He was an
asshole who had broken her heart, a monster that had hurt her. “Well,
I just thought I’d drop by but I best leave you to get started
with your day. I’ll see you later, Layla.”
Layla
looked up but his gaze wasn’t on her face, it was locked onto
the coral nipple that showed through her camisole. A bead of sweat
popped up on his forehead and she felt the malicious grin crossing
her lips.
“ Yeah,
I’m hoping to see Matt today. Been a long time and I thought it
would be nice to drop by his place for a drink. Take care, Lucas,”
she cooed and slammed the door.
She
heard him grumble to himself as she shot the lock home. The shocked
look on his face made her grin, it served him right to find himself
staring at the wrong side of a closed door. Matt was a local boy that
they had both grown up with, a handsome fellow that had always been
in love with Layla though she really had no real interest in him.
Mentioning his name was deliberate; she was hoping to incite a
response from Lucas and as the green monster swirled in his eyes she
knew she still had him.
Heading
into her old bedroom, she flopped down on her bed and stared up at
the ceiling. Once upon a time she would have done anything to keep
Lucas on her porch a little longer, waiting for her attention. Her
body stirred again and she slammed the lid closed on the desire that
she still felt for him. She had waited for him for far too long and
was now determined never to let him get to her again.
Sighing,
she rolled over onto her belly, pressing her aching pussy into the
mattress in an attempt to relieve the pressure there.
“ You’ll
never get
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