We are doing this, aren't we?

JACE ‘JR’ ASHER/ TRIGGER

MY HAND IN HER PANTIES, exploring her slick folds, my eyes found hers in the neon bullshit lighting in the pub.

Dark orbs met mine, hungry, visceral, all the shit that made a man like me go savage.

And Lucia knew how to stir the pot because her tongue darted out of her mouth wetting her pinkish lips.

That was enough for me to say ‘fuck it’ and give it a go. One hand caressing her slippery slit, the other hand found her waist and as delicate as a man like me could, I hauled her to my chest, angling for a better position and when I did the rest was fucking history.

I hadn’t felt this nice since—since I got accepted into B&A and still the feeling wouldn’t amount to this.

Getting a gun and using it was a good kind of high, sure. Going on deadly missions that helped people was okayish, fuck better than okayish.

This…

This however was the stuff of fairy tales, stuff that seeped into your heart plunging you into a rainbow-colored world and that should have been the red flag.

It should have been the thing that made me back away, grab a beer from a drunk Tommy by the door, hop in my truck and call it a night.

Besides my ex-buddies were here and the last thing I had ever wanted to do was interact with Gage after he’d threatened to assault Cassie a few years ago.

The country music they were playing was shit, the beer was shit, it had always been shit and yet I stayed.

I came, I watched and my feet couldn’t move a damn step till I ensured Lucia Amato wasn’t taking a man that wasn’t me tonight.

Shit hit the fan the moment…oh the moment she looked at me because now?

Now we were kissing. I was doing more of the kissing though because there was just something about strawberry lips that turned a kill switch in me.

I took what I wanted with no fucking inhibitions. I touched her quivering pussy like I goddamn owned it because I wanted to.

I wanted to own those moans she was slipping into my mouth so recklessly, I wanted to own that pussy that was the right amount of wet and I wanted to own that smell…that sweet smell that drove me bonkers to the point of I was just willing to finger her in public.

My forefinger hovered outside her hole, there was nothing stopping me from plunging in but I wanted to be the only man who witnessed how she looked like when she came, not a few drunk morons who’d jerk off afterwards at the image of her.

If anything, I wanted us out of here.

I wanted us somewhere private.

Somewhere I’d get to show the princess just how hard I was for her; how hard I had fallen for her.

“Please”, she moaned, I held her steady, our minted breaths fanning each other from how hard both of us were breathing.

“I wanna do things to you, princess. Things that will hurt you but I can’t stop myself”

“Then don’t”, her plump lips exhaled, “Take me out of here, Jace”

One last kiss and my hands went to her bare thighs lifting her off from the ground and hauling her to my chest.

It was an involuntary action but when Lucia was safe in my arms, breathing down on my chest, I looked up and from the myriads of drunk people going gaga for the band up stage, my eyes met the guitarist shredding the electric guitar like his life depended on it.

Gage’s stormy eyes met mine and I returned the eye contact with just as much ire.

We were never friends and the fact that I was back in town meant I would have to run into the asshole once in a while.

I whipped around, took Lucia’s purse from a nervous Jimmy and pretty soon I was buckling her in my truck driving out of that shitty place like it could corrupt her.

“This is not what you promised you know”, Lucia quipped once we were in my car, my hand grasped her thigh stroking tenderly at the supple softness of her skin.

Damn me but I was a lucky man.

“Yeah?”

“You promised things that would hurt”, she added, her eyes at me and I did my best to stare at the road ahead because If I peered at her, I would fuck her by the side of the road like a fool.

“I don’t like you hurt”

I cared for this woman. That rage that drove me simmered down every time her perfume lingered in my nostrils, every time her calming presence was near my plaguing soul.

“I’m not an egg, I’m not fragile Jace”

“I didn’t mean it like that”

“Yeah, I know and being here has taught me a lot about being free. Jason and Misha don’t treat me the way my father did, like a caged bird. The other day, did you see I was riding a horse and there was no one tell me don’t ride it because you’ll break your nails or something”

“I’m pretty sure you can break a nail from riding a horse princess”, I chuckled. She rolled her eyes at me, I felt fucking giddy.

“Not the point I’m trying to make but you get the picture”

“I do”

“And?” she asked, I lifted a brow.

Was there an and to add after that.

“And?”

“If we are doing this you gotta promise, you’ll not be like my father. I can protect myself, I’m stronger than you think”

My fingers on her thigh plunged even deeper.

“I feel the need to protect you because for once, I feel like I have someone to myself that I can’t lose. I can’t lose you, Lucia and that’s a fucking fact”

From my peripheral, I could see her face soften and when she breached the space between us, her hand on mine, her head on my shoulder, shit felt right and that’s saying a lot because shit hadn’t felt right to me in a long time since I lost everything in a day.

“You’ll never lose me”, she hummed, before adding, “Now where are we going?”

“Somewhere special” was all I could say.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

My favorite spot. The last time I had been to this part of town was when I was messed up. A teen battling a lot of emotions.

The sounds of cicadas chirping blended in with the sounds of water splashing down a small…really small cataract and as if the Gods were on my side for once, tonight was a full moon.

And the full moon wasn’t shy with its cadence, throwing its hues on the sparkling water and above my steady rock.

When Lucia saw this there was no explaining how she felt because for a minute in that flare pure white dress she stared at the pond surrounded by the big redwoods, covered her cheeky smile with her tiny hands before she turned to me and her eyes might have even went bigger than I could ever imagine.

“Jace—this-this is…amazing. Wow!”

“That’s not the best part”, I cooed leaning against the front of my pickup watching her amused face.

“It’s not? what’s better than this?”

“Close your eyes”, I ordered, her hands fell from her face and her strawberry glazed lips curled with suspicion.

“You are not going to throw me in the pond, are you?”

I chuckled.

I wouldn’t dream of it.

“Do you want me to…throw you in the pond?”

“God, no. Misha gave me this dress and I’m determined to return it dry and in one piece”

“It’s yours, princess. She gave you that dress and I’m sure she doesn’t expect you to return it”

She twirled around for me, my eyes lingered on her ass.

“That doesn’t mean I want it to get wet Jace”

“I’m not throwing you in the pool Lucia, close your eyes”

Hesitant, not compliant at first, she closed her eyes. I moved away from the bonnet of my car moving around and picking the stuff up from my trunk.

When I had them secured in my hands, I walked up to her, inches away from her but she could feel me and I could feel her and here right now all I could say was I felt magical shit I had never felt for a long time.

“Can I open them now?”

She asked, biting her lip. The very image might have been my weakness.

“No”, I bit back.

Placing the canvas carefully on the ground and the paint brushes, I lay one of MISHA’S picnic blankets on the ground neatly and when I was sure the view was pretty okay, I went back to Lucia standing right in front of her.

“You can open them now”

She opened her eyes.

Those dark pebbles of hers roamed my face shyly before her head cocked to the side seeing the surprise.

“W-What’s this?”

“I saw you painting by the pool that day…before the fiancé showed up and you looked so peaceful doing it, so fucking gorgeous and well I thought I’d get to see you paint”

“How? When? HOW DID YOU KNOW I’d come with you tonight? Where did you even get the paints and the brushes and the—”

“You don’t like it?”

Damn, I should have gone with the dinner date instead.

“It’s not that”

Her eyes turned glossy; my hand was already caressing her cheek.

“Hey, hey, if you don’t like it, we’ll leave and I’ll take you wherever you want princess, just don’t cry on me kay?”

Sniffling back tears, her hand interlocking with mine, she said,

“It’s not that. it’s…I like it Jace. I like everything and whether I’m selfish for saying this, I want to stay here forever”

“But?”

“I want to stay here forever with you because you…you listen to me, you care about every tiny detail about me, you care about my happiness”

“Then stay, Lucia Amato. Stay with me…here and I’ll treat you right”

She smiled.

Overwhelming shit took over me when she rose on her tippy toes kissing me.

Her lips…goddamn her lips were as delicate as slicing through velvet cake, sweet, soft and so red they drove me nuts. She hopped latching her legs around my torso and my hands greedily held her steady by gripping her butt cheeks.

And when she paved way for me, giving me the very object of my desire, I explored her mouth like a savvy buccaneer about to get the most garish chunk of gold.

The lapping sounds of us kissing dominated the space and for a moment there, the nature blended with us by pouring a certain whirr that urged us to feed off our desire.

I was kissing her; I was fighting for control while Lucia?

She was a fucking wild cat. Grinding her pussy against my belly, her hands finding their way into my jacket, into my t-shirt until her small as fuck fingers that were like icicles found my skin and I do fucking believe I trembled.

“Take it off, take it off now”, she moaned against my lips like a cat after glugging down a gallon of catnip.

This desire between us raged and the more our tongues collided the more the thread holding us from tearing each other’s clothes thinned.

“Luce…”

“I want this”, she whispered.

Another kiss.

Another grind.

Another haughty moan from her.

“Are you sure?”

Say yes because I want this just as much baby.

“I wouldn’t have kissed you if I didn’t want you Trigger”

LUCIA AMATO

HE WAS here but he was hesitant.

I might have been drunk, crazy or maybe both but the want in me mound into something I couldn’t stop and when he laid me on the blanket a few feet from the canvas and the paint, I wanted to paint us like this.

To etch this feeling inside of me with a lot of beautiful colors just like how beautiful he was.

His head dipped a smidgen and his lips collided with mine again ever so lightly.

“You are everything good I didn’t think I would get”

A kiss to the neck, my voice trembled in my throat.

“You are beauty personified”, he whispered, the American accent in his voice making me shiver far more than the night’s breeze, far more than the fear cascading down my spine.

His hand disappeared in my dress gripping my thigh with as much need as my hands which were fondling his jacket off his body.

With a small smile, he parted from me, taking off his jacket and throwing it somewhere beside us, then he took off his shirt, his gaze on me and I ate up every contour, every speck of the moon’s light on his tanned skin, every mountain, every muscle, the beauty of seeing a ripped man towering over me.

Then possessed, my hands grabbed the front of his jeans pulling him to me.

He chuckled.

I was as serious as ever, wanting the throbbing need between my legs to be dealt with.

Jace kissed me, my cheek, my jaw, uttering words that left me soaking wet, soaking harder, harboring this sensation that threatened to topple me over and bury me and then resurrect me, Oh God.

What was happening?

“I love this dress on you but you know what I love more? Your skin? All mine to grab, all mine to consume and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you”

His hands wandered to my cleavage, pinching my nipples through the loose fabric of the dress and my bra and I whimpered, mewled, made a sound that was nowhere princess like and I liked it.

I liked this man, I liked it here, I liked being a commoner, not being caged from the world and right now I was going to pop my cherry.

As weird as it was for a woman in her twenties to say that.

My hips bucked up all needy for him to consume like he wanted.

“So impatient for me, princess”, He teased, I growled, he chuckled.

The next sound that came between us was something I wouldn’t have expected.

The crinkling sound of fabric being torn apart resonated in the air.

“Jace!”

He’d torn my dress…well Misha’s dress and he’d done it right in the middle, I couldn’t wear it even if I wanted to.

“I told you I loved the dress!”

“I’ll buy you a new one”, his response came just as quickly as he got the dress from my body.

And I was naked to him. In a lacy black bra and panties.

The reflection of the moon in his eyes looked so beautiful but what overpowered that beauty was the stormy red that ate him up. Desire dripping off him in volumes.

Desire for me.

For me only and I blushed.

“I think my favorite color is black from now on”

“Oh, shut up and kiss me”

And he did.

My bra and panties were gone in seconds, and his hands were on my right boob the next second.

He kneaded, he took my hard nub between his fingers, feeling its texture, feeling it’s plumpness before he left my mouth taking the very same nipple in his mouth.

I writhed as his wet tongue circled my nipple, moving from one to the other, licking the underside of my boobs, biting every inch of my skin he could find and smoothing it over with soft kisses.

When his hands grabbed my waist, kissing my navel, I was on the edge of coming again the third time in the night.

Then when I was almost there, when I was almost getting what I craved for more than anything, he stopped.

I rose with frustration until I felt…God was that?

The silky edge of a paint brush swiped my clit and I gasped.

He swiped again, this time leaving a trail of hot tingles against my intimate folds.

And when I thought that was all there was when it came to pleasure, that I had experienced how it felt to come, the paint brush was off and instead his mouth took charge.

Sucking, nibbling, driving me crazy with his tongue. Every lick had my head lolling back on the blanket, legs raised and apart, Jace eating me out like I was one three course meal he couldn’t get enough of.

My hands disappeared between my legs and I found his head and I shamelessly pressed him further into me, like I wanted him to dive deeper, to be inside me, to do an unexplainable thing that couldn’t possibly be explained by mere words let alone coherent ones.

He latched on my clit before his thick fingers hovered in my hole.

Tension gripped me but that tension was slowly being put out by the overriding pressure of lust filling me whole.

He teased; I moaned his name so loudly birds must have flown away from the trees they were sleeping in.

In one swoop, his tongue distracting me, I felt his finger invade my inside and it stung but I bit my lip so that he wouldn’t notice.

I wasn’t going to tell him.

I wasn’t going to stop this from happening, not when it felt so good.

“So tight, so delicious and the smell”, I felt his nose between my folds, “The smell’s driving me nuts, princess”

He pumped into me, parting me from the inside but at the same time making me feel good. Really good. Extremely and impossibly---

He added another finger.

The sounds of my pussy echoed in the air as his thick fingers stretched me, filled me, consumed me, taught me what being intimate was like.

I thrashed under the mercy of his fingers, he worked fast and rough till I could feel him deep inside of me and I shamelessly came around his fingers.

His face came to sight minutes later when I was struggling to breathe and calm down my high. His hand wiped away the hair that stuck to my face due to sweat before he leveled me with a look.

“I didn’t plan for this”, He said with a smile.

I shot back a look.

“You don’t like it?”

“I don’t like you? Princess, I’ve been dying to worship your pussy the first time you held onto me like I was your savior”

“But?”

“Yeah I messed up because I don’t have protection on me”

Ooh.

I smiled.

“You find that funny?”

“No, I mean yes. You don’t have protection on you which means you don’t sleep around that much huh?”

His hand pushed my hair away again from my cheek and I could smell my arousal from him.

“I’m not gonna lie, I’ve slept around a lot. A lot more than you, princess but since I met you the only woman, I want warming my sheets is you”

I haven’t slept around with anyone except you Jace, I wanted to say but I kept it to myself. I didn’t want it to be weird.