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.

After long moments of silence I needed to hear her voice, I needed to hear the words come from her mouth. “Vicky, say something,” I said, pulling my head back and wiping her tears away with my finger.

She looked into my eyes, her own eyes had turned bloodshot making the green look iridescent, I was scared she was breaking apart on me, and I wanted to mend her back together.

“Luc, I love you too,” she said, her voice cracking. That’s all I needed to hear before I possessed her mouth again. She was the first woman in my life to see me for me, and to love me for who I was, and not something I was trying to be, and it meant everything.

She pulled away laughing. “What is it?” I asked feeling confused. This moment wasn’t funny.

She cupped her hand over her nose. “My nose is running from crying and I am slobbering all over you,” she said, lifting from the bed while holding her nose and laughing.

“I didn’t mind your slobbering,” I admitted as she darted into the bathroom. A moment later she was blowing her nose. When she came back out she stood before me naked and perfect. I knew we both had a lot of issues from our past that haunted us, and we were both broken in our own way, but together we made sense. We felt right.

“Should we get ready for work?” she asked. A week ago I made room in my closet so she could leave a few things here. I liked the idea of her getting dressed up here rather than going down to her apartment half naked. Brad had been hanging around Nessa a lot lately, and although he was her cousin, I liked Vicky here with me. I liked knowing she was safe. I knew a part of how I felt was based on my past; on the fact that my family was dangerous, and I wanted to make sure she was safe. It was a part of me that was hard to let go.

“Yeah, I have a breakfast meeting so I won’t be in the office today,” I said, climbing out of bed.

Her bottom lip turned out, “Oh.”

She was so damned sexy and cute. “The Japanese are in town this week, Vicky, they have proposed a new battery for the car and we have a lot of people working on the deal. It’s going to be a busy week, I won’t be around much, but if their claims are true, this could be big news.”

“I hope it works out, but I will miss you around the office,” she said, walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind her.

After pulling on my pants and shirt, I chose a tie and knotted it up. I hoped the Japanese knew what they were doing. The preliminary reports were promising. I was close to achieving one of many dreams and having Vicky here reminded me that another dream was dangling in the wind. I just had to reach out and grab it: a wife, a family. I knew we weren’t at that point yet, but something deep down told me she was the one.

“What’s with the solemn look?” she asked, walking out of the bathroom and into the walk-in closet. She took a pair of pink panties out of the drawer and slipped them on. Then she put on the matching bra. I had gone shopping with her last week and convinced her that I would take care of the lingerie; it was a gift from me since it was for the benefit of my eyes only. The set she had on now was a pale pink lace and see through, so I could see her nipples through the material. I was getting hard again just watching her. She then put on a blush color blouse ending my show. If I didn’t have the breakfast meeting, I would take her right there in my closet.

“Would you stop gawking at me?” she said with her lip tugging up in the corner. Her tone was one of irritation, but I knew she liked my attention on her. She craved it, just like I craved her.

“You like it…” I grinned, turning away.

Once she was dressed, we walked down the stairs to the main level in my apartment. I had a local French bakery deliver croissants this morning and they were waiting at my door, fresh and hot.