Unspeakable Truths (19 page)

“Why do you look like that?” he asks with a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re terrified of me all of a sudden.”

I wave him off like he’s completely crazy. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I tell him as I walk deeper into the room and casually hop into bed.

I can see the humor in his eyes, but he says nothing. He just turns off the lights and slides into bed next to me. I lay there motionless, staring at the ceiling unsure of what to do next.

“Everly?” he calls after a few moments.

“Yeah?”

“Are you still sore?”

I’m not sure what comes over me, but I break out in a fit of giggles. I can feel his eyes on me, but he says nothing as the giggling turns into full on laughter. He must find my hilarity amusing because I can almost make out a grin on his lips.

My laughter ends with a gasp when Luca grabs me, positions himself on top of me and pins my arms above my head.

“You think this is funny?” he questions maneuvering me so that he’s holding both of my wrists with one hand now. He uses his free hand to push my t-shirt up leaving me exposed to him. He runs his hand down my bare skin slipping his fingers inside the lips of my already wet pussy. My breath hitches as he slips a finger inside.

“Not so funny anymore is it?” His eyes are dark, hungry, I can see the lust in them and I desperately want him to deliver on the promise that’s hidden behind them. He crooks the finger that’s inside of me in a come hither motion hitting me exactly where I need it.

“Is it?” he commands as he stops all movement, making me cry out for more.

“No,” I whimper through shallow breath.

He removes his finger from inside of me and releases his grip on my hands while directing my next move. “Hold onto the headboard Everly, don’t let go.”

“Why?” I question him but still doing as he asks.

“This is your punishment for laughing, and if you let go, I’m not going to let you come.”

Holy shit, no one has ever spoken to me like this before, I feel like I might just come hearing him say the words. I let my head fall back on the pillows, closing my eyes in order to get control of myself. Luca makes me feel almost delirious, needy in a way that I don’t think I’ve ever been before.

He grabs my earlobe between his teeth, nipping at it, making me gasp in pleasure. “Do you understand Everly?”

“Yes,” I respond, my eyes fluttering open.

“Good.” His mouth is so close to mine now that I part my lips to invite him inside. The moment his tongue touches mine a blanket of warmth seeps through me and envelopes me with his scent. His lips begin a downward descent leaving a trail of heat in their wake. His tongue swirls around my belly button as he slides his finger inside of me again and resumes his movement there. I close my eyes, gasping for air, overcome with the sensations that his hands elicit from me. Just as I’m about to come undone his finger stills making me cry out.

“No.”

“Shh. It’s okay, just relax.” He withdraws his fingers and uses his hand to push my legs apart. I keep my hands over my head as he asked, his command acting like an invisible bind preventing me from moving.

“You have a pretty little pussy Everly,” he says running his fingers up and down my slit. I whimper at the sound of his voice, I swear he can make me orgasm just by talking to me. His finger swirls around my wetness, dipping inside of me then out again. My hips slowly rock, begging for more. He drops his finger lower, circling my anus, causing me to gasp at the feel of him there. He pushes through the barrier allowing just the tip of his finger inside.

“Luca,” I cry, shocked by what he’s doing to me, unsure if I want him to go any further.”

“Shh,” is his only reply as his mouth descends, lowering until he’s close enough. He flicks out his tongue, lapping up my juices, swirling around my entrance, never removing his finger from my ass. I’m stunned by how good he feels there, everywhere, as if he knows exactly what to do to please me. He begins a slow assault on my clitoris, circling his tongue, pushing his finger deeper inside of me, while slipping another one inside my pussy.

“Fuck.” I cry out at the invasion. I’ve never felt anything like this before, never
experienced
anything like this before. I’m completely filled up by him, consumed, unable to do anything but voice my cries of pleasure. He begins to speed up the rhythm, his attack on my clit now relentless, hard, and unmerciful. I’m loving it, every single moment of him in me, on me, is pushing me over the edge until I can’t take any more. I feel the familiar explosion coming and right before it happens he pushes his fingers in me completely causing me to fall over the cliff, spiraling out of control in a sea of vibrant colors.

“Oh my God.” I breathe out as my eyes flutter open.

He strokes my hair gently, and smiles down at me. “Hi.”

“What the hell was that?” I question still struggling to catch my breath.

He chuckles in response, buries his face in my neck and wraps his arm around my waist. “That was me saying goodnight.”

“Holy shit.”

I feel his body shaking with laughter. “You like that huh?”

His question makes me shy. I’m not used to talking about what I do in the bedroom—it was never like that with Tyler. We just did our thing, we never discussed it. Luca is different, more open, clearly more adventurous, and I like that about him too. So I decide that it would go a long way in what we’re building to give him an honest answer. “Yeah I liked that.”

“I’m glad baby,” he says, placing a kiss on my forehead and tightening his hold on me.

“What about you?” I wonder out loud.

“You’re still sore.”

“Luca.”

“Go to sleep baby,” he says, running his hand up and down my spine.

“Okay,” I reply, moments before sleep takes hold of me.

We’re standing in line at Niecy’s, a small coffee house on Main Street waiting for the drinks we just ordered. When we woke up this morning Luca decided that we should spend the day together and I didn’t put up much of a fight. We showered (separately), dressed, and then stopped here for a quick breakfast on the way to my house since I desperately need a change of clothes.

He stands behind me, arms wrapped around my waist as I lean back into him. I’m oddly aware of the people around me, but none of them paying attention to us. I can’t help but to keep glancing at the door, waiting for the moment that someone I know will walk through the door. I’m not looking forward to facing judgment from anyone, but that doesn’t stop me from being out in public with him. I look up when the front door opens again, and I freeze at what I see.

“Holy shit that’s Victor Garza,” I say, ogling the man walking in the shop with a beautiful little girl. First thing I notice is that he’s tall, with thick dark brown hair and milk chocolate colored eyes. He’s not necessarily my type, but God he’s definitely gorgeous.

“You know who he is?”

“Everyone knows who he is around here. He was the hottest Latin singer in the world. He moved to town a few years ago and married a local girl.”

“Elle, I know her. She’s a really nice girl,” he says, just as someone slams into my side. I look down and come face to face with the adorable little girl Victor just walked in with.

“Ava, be careful honey,” he says to her as he reaches us. He grabs her hand before bringing his eyes back up to us. “Sorry, she’s a bit of a tornado.”

Luca gives him a nod, “It’s no problem; she’s adorable.”

“Thanks, she takes after her mom.”

“Yeah, tell Elle Luca says hi, she used to work with my mom.”

He nods his head then bends down to pick Ava up. “I’ll make sure to tell her. Nice meeting you, have a good day.”

“You too,” Luca replies.

I was pretty much stunned silent throughout that whole exchange, never uttering a single word. Luca’s arms tighten around my waist, and I tip my head up to look at him. He’s smiling from ear to ear.

“What?” I question with a glare.

“You were star struck.”

“I was not,” I huff.

“You went mute on me.”

I roll my eyes and look away from him. “Shut up Luca.”

“Relax babe, I think it’s cute.”

“Whatever.”

We get our order and head out of the shop. I sip on my coffee as Luca drives and I begin to feel the all too familiar sense of dread I get every time I think of home.

Luca takes my hand in his and rests it on his thigh pulling my attention away from my thoughts and back to him. “What’s wrong?”

I smile up at him, a smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes. “Nothing.”

“Something is bothering you. You looked a million miles away just now.”

I let out a sigh and turn my attention back out the window, watching the world drift by. “I just hate going home.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s a house that held so much promise and that promise was never fulfilled. It was where I was supposed to build my life with Tyler and now that he’s gone it just doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t feel like a home.”

“Then why are you still there?”

“Where else would I be?”

“If it’s not where you want to be Everly then leave. Put the house on the market and get the hell out of there.”

“It’s not that easy.”

“Okay. What makes this so hard?” he questions as he pulls into my driveway.

“He wanted me to have this.” I motion toward the house. “His parents actually paid off what was left of the loan after I used his life insurance policy to pay off the majority of it. I just think it would disappoint them if I get rid of it.”

“I get that, I know they lost their son, but you lost something too and it’s unfair for you to be miserable here just because you don’t want to upset them. I think a fresh start would be good for you. You don’t have to make up your mind today Ev, just think about it.”

“Okay.”

I grab a change of clothes from my room and leave Luca lounging in my bed, heading into the bathroom to get dressed and put some makeup on.

“Luca, can you get me the black flat sandals in my closet?” I call from the bathroom.

“Sure.”

He strolls in the bathroom a few minutes later, hands me the sandals and hops up on the counter. I turn back to the mirror and continue to apply my makeup.

“Can I ask you something?” he asks after a while.

“Of course.”

“You still have all of his clothes in your closet.”

I pause what I’m doing and look at him through the mirror. “That’s not a question.”

“Okay, why?”

I’m slightly annoyed and a little defensive. “I don’t know why. I just do, I never got rid of it.”

“I’m not judging you Ev, I’m just asking.”

I throw my eye pencil down and let out a sigh. “I guess at first, I thought if they were there then I could pretend he wasn’t really gone. After a while it just got too hard. I honestly block them out. I rarely even look at them.”

“I’m sorry that this is so hard for you, but if you’re going to move on, on your own, with me, with anyone, you have to start letting go.”

“Another thing to add to the list of things I need to think about?”

“You don’t have to do anything today.”

“I know you’re right. I just need to process it all okay?”

“Okay. You almost done in here? We should get going.”

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

I don’t push it, because I figure he probably wants to surprise me which is sweet. Tyler wasn’t much for surprises, not to say that he wasn’t fun, because he was. What he wasn’t was super spontaneous or romantic, that doesn’t mean he still wasn’t loving but just not in those ways. I’m beginning to see that Luca is a bit of both of those things and I like it a lot. I finish up in the bathroom, and we head out again.

I let my mind drift back to yesterday and how easy it was to be with him—to spend the day with him with no responsibilities, no expectations—just the two of us soaking up a day together. And then there was the sex…the sex was indescribable, crazy, adventurous, different from anything I’d ever experienced before. And if I’m being honest with myself, I have to admit that it is better—which is just another thing for me to feel guilty about. Sometimes I feel like I’m betraying Tyler, and when I admit to myself that there are things that Luca does differently or better than Tyler did, it makes me feel worse.