“I’ll go ahead and walk down there before he gets started.” He turns and drops a kiss on my cheek. “I’ll be right back. You going to be okay?” I nod my head when what I really want to do is follow him out of the kitchen. His aunt seems nice, but I have no desire to be stuck with a stranger until Luc returns.
When she offers me a mug and points to the pot, I gratefully accept it; at least I have something to do with my hands for a moment. “Let’s walk out to the sunroom; it’s nice out there this time of the morning.” She leads to me into a sitting room with a comfortable sofa, matching armchairs, a fireplace, and coffee table. “So, how long have you known Luc?” I look up, noting that her interest in me hasn’t faded.
“Um…about a month I guess.” As we walk by the fireplace, I notice some pictures and stop in front of them. I squint down at one that shows two teenage boys and a girl. I recognize a younger Lucian immediately and the other boy looks familiar, as well.
Fae stops beside me and picks up the picture. “The three amigos. You never saw one without the other two close behind. They were nothing alike, but boy, did they bond.” She points to Lucian, “my serious one,” then to the boy on the other side of the girl, “and my golden one.” When I point to the girl she has skipped over in the middle, she says quietly, “My dark one.”
Pointing to Lucian, I ask, “I know that’s Luc, but who are the other two?”
She smiles fondly. “The other boy is Aidan and the girl is Cassie.”
“Ah, I knew I recognized him.” I point to Aidan. “I’ve met him before. How about Cassie? Where is she now?”
Fae puts the picture back, walking to the sofa, and sitting down heavily. “She’s…away. She doesn’t live here.” Her discomfort is obvious. I remember her calling Cassie ‘her dark one’ and wonder why. Out of nowhere, she says, “I’m so happy Luc brought you here. He hasn’t let a woman close to him in so long.”
I feel compelled to clarify my place in his life. I don’t want her to think that things are serious between us when they’re not. Heck, I don’t even know what they are. “We haven’t known each other that long, so we’re just…seeing each other right now.” I don’t think she needs to know we are also having mind-blowing sex, so I keep that to myself.
She surprises me when she reaches over to pat my hand. “Honey, if Luc brought you here, then there is something more than casual between you. I’m not naïve. I know he has women in his life, but he never brings them here, and according to Aidan, he doesn’t have them in his apartment either.” I’m further astounded to see her blink back what are plainly tears as she adds, “He seems lighter, happier.” Lucian walks into the room at that moment, settling on the couch beside me. I see him studying his aunt’s face, possibly noticing the drying moisture there, but he says nothing. After a few moments, she stands. “I’ve got to get to work. You two should stay and enjoy the day. There is plenty of food for lunch.”
Lucian drops an arm around my shoulders, smirking down at me. “I believe Lia wants to go for a swim, don’t you?” I feel myself blushing as I dig my elbow into Lucian’s side.
I want to groan as his aunt unknowingly adds fuel to his nasty thoughts. “Great idea. Luc can whip something up, and you two can just eat out there.” His big body shakes beside me as he assures his aunt he had intended to eat out there all along. When I hear the door shut behind her, I jump up, putting my hands on my hips.
“You’re just evil, you know that, right? By the look on your aunt’s face, she knew exactly where your mind was…in the gutter!”
He holds his hands up, looking like the picture of innocence. “What? You did want to go for a swim, and there was some mention of eating something sweet out there. I was just agreeing with her.” I huff in response, trying to look angry. In truth, now that the embarrassment of his aunt thinking I’m some sort of slut has passed, I’m just hot, bothered, and needy. His words have struck a direct line right to my clit, and it’s throbbing for his attention.
“Oh, baby,” he growls, seeing the look on my face. “Come here, I’m ready for my appetizer.”
“No, oh, no!” I hold out a hand to stop him. “I’m so not getting naked on your aunt’s couch.”
He looks adorably confused as he asks, “What’s the difference between the couch and the pool? I’m sure she uses both of them.”
“The pool has chemicals and stuff to, you know…kill off the evidence.” Lucian appears vastly amused by my statement.
“Baby, unless there’s something I’m unaware of, I don’t think we need to ‘kill off evidence.’” He jumps to his feet, smacking my ass on his way by. “You want to be fucked in the pool, just tell me. No need to make up all these excuses.” I sputter behind him indignantly.