Unbreakable 2, The Mystery of Lilly (Cypress Grove Series) (12 page)

             
"Beautiful flower," he groans, pushing his shorts and boxers down enough to free his erection.

             
"Luke," I gasp ready for him to be in me.  He pushes against me with the head of his cock teasing my entrance. 

             
"So wet, flower." His voice is low, making me shiver. 

             
"Please," I plead starting to wiggle, wanting him.

             
"I love you," he says before he pushes into me making me scream aloud.  His thrusts are quick as he just can't hold back.  I reach for him wanting the weight of him on me.  He bends at the waist so our chests are pressing together.  He leans up enough to free my breasts from my bra.  He takes one nipple between his teeth giving it a light bite. 

             
"Oh My God!" I yell, and his lips go to my mouth silencing me.  I can't help it, he makes me scream.  I don't care who hears. 

             
"I'm close, baby, can you come for me?" Luke whispers, his face buried in my hair. 

             
"Yes, Yes, Yes!" I scream as my orgasm hits me, I feel Luke smiling against my neck.  I know what he is thinking.  That the whole house just heard me, but I don't give a shit. He comes next with a low grunt and I feel him pulsing inside of me. 

             
His body goes lax on top of mine. His lips tug gently on my ear
lobe
before he lifts his face to meet my eyes.  I have my arms wrapped around his neck not letting him up. 

             
"Good thing not many people are here." He chuckles, sucking in my bottom lip kissing it gently. 

             
"Yeah well, they've got to be used to it by now."  I laugh at the amusement on his face.  "I mean really, who could blame me?  You're a very sexy man who knows how to please his woman."  I giggle.

             
Luke slides his arms behind my back and lifts me with him.  My legs go around his waist, and he's still inside of me as he carries me into the bathroom.  In the shower he makes me scream again, and I still don't care if anyone hears me. 

Chapter 17

              I called Emma and Jimmy to come over for supper so I could also tell them about the Adeline experience. Miss Finnegan made spaghetti and as we were all around the kitchen table eating I told them about my afternoon.

             
"First off, Lilly, have you learned nothing?  Why the hell did you open the door not knowing who it was?" Jacob is the first to speak after my story.

             
"Really, that's your first question?" I look at him dumbfounded. 

             
"Yes, because I can't believe you would be so stupid," he says not even in an apologetic tone at calling me stupid.  I feel Luke tense up next to me. I'm not sure if it's because of Jacob, or because I'm getting tense myself.

             
"Jacob, I'm not going to live my whole life in fear.  The man's in jail for life." I say loudly, not shouting but almost.  "So the rest of my life I can't open the door?  I thought before I did it, believe me, and the dogs were there, so I took a chance."  I take a long drink of my wine.  "Do you really think I'm stupid?" I ask now feeling a little hurt at his statement.

             
"No, of course not.  I didn't think about the dogs.  You're right, I just worry." He gives up easily which surprises me.  The whole time we are having this argument all eyes at the table are watching us.  When there is silence Emma starts laughing.  All eyes go to her.

             
"What?  I think between Adeline giving you a hug, and Jacob giving up so easy there, that either hell froze over today or pigs are flying."  She snorts with her laugh.  Soon the whole table is laughing as cliché's are flying left and right. 

             
"Maybe money is growing on trees." 

             
"Maybe the sun will rise in the west tomorrow."

             
"Is the moon blue?"

             
"What I can't believe is that she was so brazen and stupid to use the code," Luke says after the laughter has died down.  

             
"We always knew she was off her rocker," Emma says which then starts another round of sayings and hysterical laughter.

             
"A few cards short of a deck, two bricks short of a load."  It's safe to say that the wine is making everyone feel pretty good, now that we are going on the fifth bottle.             

             
"Ok, so the two things she was most interested in were the library and the cemetery, right?"  Lucy asks after we've all settled down.

             
"Yes."

             
"I guess that is where we concentrate our efforts. Have you found anything in the library yet?"  Emma asks.

             
"Don't you think I would have told you if I had?" I give her a 'don't be stupid' look.  "I wish I still had those books I took out of the library the first day we were here."  I suddenly feel a pang of sadness realizing that the picture of my grandmother, with whom I now know is my aunt, blew up with everything else in the house.

             
"I still haven't found anything on January James." I tell them of my search for my aunt. 

             
"Have you checked marriage licenses? It's possible she could have married, she would have her maiden named listed on the certificate," Lucy says swirling some spaghetti on her fork.

             
"Of course, duh, I didn't even think about that."  It's as if a light bulb went off in my head.  How could I not think of that?  If she is still alive, it is most likely she is married and wouldn't have the James name anymore.  "Why would she let her family home go to pieces though?  Why would it not go to her when her father died?"  It seems as if the more answers we get, the more questions that are brought up.

             
"Who knows, maybe she moved away.  We know that your grandmother died during child birth with Samantha by the dates on their crypts," Luke says, trying to piece it together.  "Maybe she didn't want anything to do with this house, too many memories or something."  He shrugs as he says his thought.  Everyone is silent, pondering what it could be. 

             
"We also know that Adeline knew your birth mother and that Miss Jeanette knew her, too, so it's a safe bet that my mother knew her as well."  Jimmy weighs in his opinion, putting his arm around the back of Emma's chair. 

             
"God I love this," Emma says all excited, "It's like a real life murder mystery or something.  Tomorrow, when it's light, I am going to scour the cemetery for clues."

             
"No, tomorrow we are going to Baton Rouge to meet with Roger Thibeau, remember?"  Jimmy says while patting Emma on top of the head and she swats his hand away. 

             
"Okay, the day after tomorrow then." She sticks her tongue out at Jimmy and he leans in grabbing it with his lips.  They are in a lip lock like no one is in the room.

             
"Quoting Emma Williams. . . ." Luke raises his wine glass and waits for a second, and then Jacob, Lucy, Luke, and I all say simultaneously, "GET A ROOM."

Chapter 18

             
The four of us are off bright and early the next morning for Baton Rouge.  Roger remembered Luke, Jimmy, and Emma from school.  They were all very popular. Most everyone who went to the same high school when they did knew them. 

             
Roger had agreed to meet us at a little diner off of the interstate.  When we walked in, Luke scanned the room.  He spotted him sitting in a booth in the corner.

             
"Over there." Luke points in Roger's direction.  Sitting by himself is a very attractive black man.  A little older looking than Luke and Jimmy, but it is plain to see the man has worked hard. Walking up to the table, Roger notices us and stands to greet us. 

             
"Luke, Jimmy," he says, shaking their hands very nervously.  "Emma." He gives her a sweet smile and pulls her in for a one arm hug.  Emma had said she didn't remember Roger, but I think now that she's seeing him she does. 

             
"Roger, it is so good to see you.  We had chemistry together, right?" Emma says to Roger who is beaming at her.

             
"Yeah, I was your partner one year.  I didn't even think you knew I was alive," he says sheepishly.  "To be honest, Jimmy, I never knew if you remembered that my mother worked for your family.  You always seemed to act like you didn't know me," Roger addresses Jimmy.

             
"Of course I knew who you were.  You know I was a stupid kid, you were older.  I just figured you didn't want some freshman hanging around you," Jimmy says almost embarrassed.

             
"Well you know that's not true, you three were some of the most popular kids in school.  Everyone wanted y'all hanging around them." Roger laughs nervously.

             
We all sit in the booth and there is an awkward moment of silence. 

             
"I'm so sorry about your mom." Emma breaks the silence with a sincere apology.  

             
"Thanks, Emma. That means a lot.  She was troubled, had a lot of mental problems the past 15-20 years," he says, looking down at his hands embarrassed. 

             
"I'm so sorry."  Roger looks up at me with confusion as if I just got here.

             
"Thanks. I don't remember you.  Did you go to our school?"

             
"Roger, this is my fiancée, Lilly Sumnor."  Luke introduces us putting his arm around my shoulder. 

             
"Sumnor, huh," he says in a way that most people do when they hear my name and realize who I am.  "You own the house my wife and I are renting.  We wanted to buy, but with all of the medical expenses we've had with Mother we just didn't have the credit.  The rent is a little steep, but I wanted something nice for the baby," Roger says and then elaborates.  "She is eight months pregnant. I want my baby to grow up in a nice home.  I have been working two jobs to make the rent, but it's worth it to not be in the slums, ya know," Roger says, not talking to anyone in particular. 

             
Unfortunately, I own so many rental properties that I have no idea who is renting, or even where all the houses are.  I just know that every house I own is very nice and the rent is not cheap.  I feel a pang of guilt for this poor man working two jobs just to have a nice place for his wife and child.

             
"The reason we contacted you, Roger, is because. . . ." Luke says, not knowing how to bring it up.

             
"I ran into your mother a couple of days before she died," I finish Luke's sentence.  "She had actually mistaken me for my mother Samantha and I think it really upset her," I finish Luke's sentence.

             
"Samantha James?" Roger looks at me wide-eyed and shocked.

             
"Yes, does that name mean something to you?"  I shoot back my question quickly.

             
"Yeah, you could say that.  I have no idea who the woman is, but my mother said her name daily, in some sort of Voodoo chant rather, and in her sleep.  There wasn't a day that went by that I did not hear that name."  Roger is staring at me, like he is mad at me.  As if I am the reason his mother went crazy. 

             
"So she's a real person then?" He mutters, more to himself than to us. "Huh, I never knew if she was, or if it was part of her illness.  If you wouldn't mind telling me, what the fuck did Samantha James do to my mother to make her go insane?" His accusation is toward me.  Luke puts his arm around me in a protective manner at the turn in the tone of Roger's voice.

             
"I have no idea, Roger, she died almost twenty years ago after I was born. I never knew her."  I defend myself.  I'm not trying to make him feel bad, just trying to put us on a level playing field.  I didn't do anything to his mother and wasn't going to be accused of it either. 

             
"Oh", he's puzzled and it's obvious he has no idea what happened.  "That means she died around the same time my mother was fired from the Carmichael
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."  He puts hi
s hands up to his forehead confused and is trying to figure it all out.