Forever Mine by Goode, Ella (uplifting books for women .TXT) 📗

Chapter Seventeen Wyatt

I wake her up early with my mouth between her legs. She rocks against my lips, digging her hands into my hair, rubbing her heels against my back. She’s delicious—a tart honey treat to go with my bitter morning coffee. I reach up and fondle her tits while I tongue her cunt. Her nipples harden instantly. I clamp down on her hips and hold her tight, feeding on her until I’ve swallowed every drop, absorbed every shudder.

Lips wet, heart happy, I rise to my knees, swiping the back of my hand across my mouth. “Morning, babe.”

She blinks in satisfaction. “Is this how it’s going to be every morning?”

I pat the outside of her thigh. “Sure is.” I hop out of bed, my big cock bouncing in the air.

“What about you?”

I reach between my legs and stroke myself. “I’d like to, but I’ve got things to do. The blood tests should be done and I want to make sure the marriage license is secured. Uncle Cristoff has some papers for me to sign. I said I’d meet him for breakfast.” The corner of my mouth tilts up. “I guess it’ll be my second one today.” She throws a pillow at my head. I duck it easily and go to the bathroom, whistling tunelessly. “You all set for the wedding?” I call.

“There hasn’t been much to plan, to be honest. It’s a civil service, and you took care of the officiant. I assume you have a suit? I’ll shop for a dress today and then I figured we could have dinner at Piatti’s.”

“You don’t want something fancier?” I like Piatti’s, but I don’t want her to regret not going somewhere that’s more memorable.

“No. Piatti’s is our place, and I think it would be great to have that be our wedding dinner. Who do you want to invite? Your uncle?”

“Nah. Let’s just have dinner together and then we’ll have a reception later on with the firm and clients. The Daily Drip folks. Anyone else you want?”

Silence falls for a beat or three before she replies, “No. No one.”

I don’t push her. “All right, babe.”

I get dressed and give her a firm kiss as I leave. “Don’t work too hard. Enjoy your coffee. Start spreading stuff all over. When I come back tonight, I want to walk in and see something of yours on every shelf and every table.” I kiss her again and then force myself out the door.

As I get into my car, I think about her pause after I asked her if she wanted to invite anyone to our wedding celebration. I know she’s been estranged from her dad for a while. He left her mom for another woman, and Lucy kind of connects the two. She told me once that her mom was madly in love with her dad, but he cheated on her constantly. Finally, he ran off with one of his mistresses. Lucy’s mom got sick, and Lucy attributes it to a broken heart.

It could be that.

A person’s will to live can power them through some tough times, and when they give up mentally and spiritually, they can lose the ability to heal themselves. But maybe Lucy needs her dad back, too. If there’s some repentance and acknowledgment of wrongdoing, Lucy won’t be so scared of our relationship. Last night, after we made love and I was holding her in my arms, it occurred to me that Lucy has shied away from moving past our friendship because friendship is safe and love is dangerous, heartbreaking, and may actually kill you.

Her natural inclination is to not allow people inside of her heart. She’s doing what she can to protect herself, but I don’t want her to live in fear that I’m going to stray. Sometimes I’ll have to travel to a different city to try a case or meet with clients, and she won’t always be available to accompany me. I don’t want her sleepless in our home imagining scenarios that feature me stepping out on her. I wouldn’t do that. The only woman who exists for me, the only woman who turns me on, gets me hard, makes my heart beat, is Lucy. It’s been that way since she walked into my life. There never has been and never will be anyone else.

Over time, she will see that I’m steady as a rock, but how long will it take her to reach peace of mind?

Uncle Cristoff is sitting outside of The Daily Drip in his Rolls Royce when I arrive.

“Why are we meeting at this dump?” he huffs as he climbs out of the back of his car.

“Because it’s not a dump, and the coffee is good. Don’t embarrass me when we go inside. I stop in here every morning.” I jerk open the door to the coffee shop. It’s possible I made a misjudgment setting the meeting here, but it’s close, and I didn’t want to go into the office where I would be sucked into doing a thousand things unrelated to loving Lucy.

“I swear I raised you better.”

“You raised me? Since when?”

“I’ve been the man in your life since you were ten, son,” Uncle Cristoff declares.

I turn to Eden at the counter. “Give me a double shot. I’m going to need it.”

Uncle Cristoff has been the man in my life harassing my mother and every woman who comes within a ten-foot radius. He leers at Eden. “I see why you come into this place. You’re a fine piece, young woman.” He hands her a twenty dollar bill. “My number is on the back. Give it a call, and there are plenty more where this comes from.”

Before Eden can throw a pot of hot coffee at his head, I grab the bill and shove it into Cristoff’s breast pocket and then steer him toward a table. “Sit. I’ll get your order.” Back at the counter, I tuck a hundred dollar bill into the tip jar. “Sorry about that,”