Unspeakable Truths (22 page)

I didn’t see Luca all day, He was in and out of court and when he did finally make it in to the office, I was knee deep in work, and I couldn’t sneak away to see him. By the time five o’clock rolled around, Luca was already gone. I make it to his house quickly, grab my purse and overnight bag out of my car, and ring the doorbell. I wait a few minutes and when he doesn’t open I ring again. After a few more minutes of waiting I try the doorknob, as I turn it I realize that luckily it’s unlocked. I climb the stairs that lead up into his living room, when I reach the top I can hear water running in the distance so I know he must be in the shower. I toss my keys and purse on the table and head to his bedroom to drop off my overnight bag.

I toss my bag just outside his closet door and kick off my sandals, deciding to go into the kitchen and rifle through his drawers for takeout menus. Luca walks out of the bathroom just as I turn to leave. My chest compresses as I take in the sight of him wearing nothing but a towel. His dark hair is wet and unruly, drops of water still glistening on his chest and abs.

“Hi baby,” he says, his green eyes going soft. My heart melts a little when I look at them. They draw me into him, making me forget about everything else, making me want nothing else than to be close to him. I walk across the room to where he stands, getting as close as I can without physically touching him. I go up on my tiptoes, throw my arms around his neck, and hop up. Luca’s arms catch me just in time, hoisting me up as I wrap my legs around his waist, my face in his neck inhaling his scent.

“Hi,” I murmur into his neck.

His arms go tighter around me and I revel in the feel of them on me, enveloping me. “What’s this?” he questions softly, placing a kiss on my hair.

“I’m happy to see you,” I say, with just a hint of vulnerability that I’m sure he doesn’t miss. He doesn’t miss much. I breathe him in one last time before lifting my head to look at him. The look on his face is my undoing, this draw I feel to him is undeniable, unmistakable, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It excites me as much as it terrifies the hell out of me.

He places a kiss on my forehead. “I’m happy to see you too.”

I bend my head, running my nose up and down his cheek, nuzzling into him, making my own desire grow with each passing moment, feeling him grow beneath me.

“What do you want baby?” he questions, his eyes going from soft to liquid, his voice getting husky and I know what he wants me to say, I know that the air in the room is changing going from sweet to heated.

“You,” I reply, nipping his ear between my teeth, letting him know that I’m on board for the ride.

He walks me over to the bed and throws me down. I reach up and take hold of his towel, but he grabs my wrists and pins them down over my head before I can pull it off.

He runs his tongue along the base of my neck, I moan tilting my head to the side giving him more access. “You want me?”

“Yes Luca.”

“What do you want me to do to you?” he asks, grinding his hips into mine. I whimper at the feel of him there. “You want me to play with your pretty little pussy again?” he asks on another swirl of his hips, driving me crazy with the mix of his movements and his dirty words. “Or should I play with your ass? Hmm? I can spank you till its red… Would you like that Everly?” he asks just as he bites my shoulder.

“Oh God,” I say on a breath. How does he do this to me every single time? He has the ability to make me lose all self-control; he makes it so that I would do just about anything he asks, so that I
want
to do everything he asks.

“You like it a little dirty hmm baby?” he asks with a grin.

“Yes,” I cry out. I could come just listening to him speak to me like this.

“Should I tie you up Ev? Make you use your mouth on me? Play with your clit until you’re so close and then take it away?”

“Luca.”

“No?” he asks, teasing me with his words. “You just need me to fuck you hmm?”

“Yes.”

“I can do that for my girl,” he says with a sexy grin before stripping me out of my clothing painfully slow and finally ditching his towel. When the barriers are finally gone, when it’s just him and me there naked and needy, he buries himself inside of me taking me slowly, uninhibited. Taking his time, giving me exactly what I need, exactly how I want it. It’s heaven.

The last few months have passed by in a blur. Things between Luca and I have progressed quicker than I anticipated they would. We’ve been spending as much time as we can together, which is pretty much every waking hour outside of work. If I’m not spending the night at Luca’s place, he’s spending the night here in mine, and that’s exactly what happened last night.

I’d gone out for my now weekly Friday night drinking date with Morgan and I’d texted Luca before I left the bar and asked him to meet me at my house, letting him know where the spare key was and that he should feel free to let himself in.

When I finally made it home, he was waiting for me in my room—eyes hooded, chest heaving, and more than ready for me. He wasted no time in pulling me inside and stripping me down where he proceeded to tie my wrists to the headboard and do all the things that he had mentioned he’d do to me if he got the chance to tie me up a few weeks ago.

The sex with Luca is wild, uninhibited, and naughty in the best possible way. Not to say that we don’t have normal sex too, we do… A lot, but when Luca wants to play, he always takes me to new heights. I never imagined I’d like it as much as I do; in fact there are often times when I downright crave it. Crave the feel of his hand on my backside or his particularly drawn out method of foreplay.

This morning is no different. Luca is hovering over me, his hands between my legs, his mouth at my ear telling me what a good girl I am for spreading wide for him, and me on the brink of an orgasm. All he ever really has to do is call me his good girl, and I’ll do anything he wants—it’s like flipping a switch. This is what’s happening before the moment that I die of sheer embarrassment. This is because right before Luca sends me over the edge, my bedroom door thrusts open.

“Everly, are you awake?”

I shriek in horror and Luca throws himself on top of me to shield my naked body from my mother.

“Mom,” I cry out in a mix of surprise, mortification, and annoyance. I thank the stars for the fact that most of our bodies are still covered by the down comforter draped over my bed.

“Oh my God,” my mom says, quickly shielding her eyes from the show that we’re giving her. “I didn’t realize you had company, I just stopped by with some groceries.”

“Shit,” whispers Luca, his head now shoved in the crook of my neck as he fights laughter.

“Well…Um… Hello Luca.”

He averts his gaze, choosing instead to look at my face. “Hi Mrs. Phillips.”

“Mom, would you mind waiting downstairs while we get dressed.”

“Oh right, of course,” she says, turning away from us. Her eyes likely burning at what she just witnessed. “I’ll just put your groceries away and make some coffee. Take your time,” she says before closing the door.

“Oh. My. God,” I whisper as Luca silently laughs. “This isn’t funny,” I hiss, smacking him on his bare shoulder. “We just got caught by my mom having sex.”

“We weren’t having sex babe, I was playing with your pussy. There’s a difference.”

“Get off of me right now,” I demand, doing my best to not to pummel him.

“Ev, we’re two consenting adults.”

“I know that but no parent should ever walk in on their child doing what we were doing and no child should ever have to deal with this level of humiliation.”

“Alright, relax, let’s go down there and talk to her.”

“No!” I shriek. “You stay here, take a shower, and I will go talk to her, explain how things are and smooth things over before you go down there. I can’t deal with a confrontation right now.”

“I don’t want you to face her alone.”

“Baby please, please just let me handle this my way.”

His eyes go soft, maybe because I’ve never called him baby before, until now he’s always just been Luca, but the term of endearment just feels right, natural even.

“Alright ten minutes though,” he concedes.

“Ten minutes,” I agree. “I can work with that.”

He rolls off of me allowing me to get out of the bed; I throw on a pair of yoga pants and a tank top and head for the door.

“Ev,” he calls, still lounging on the bed.

I come to a stop and look back at him. “Yeah?”

His lips go up into a small grin. “Did you just call me baby to get your way?”

I change my trajectory, walking away from the door and heading back to the bed instead. I put one knee on the mattress stretch out and place a kiss on his lips.

“I called you baby because it felt so right that it just came out of my mouth. I didn’t even have to think about it.”

He stares at me through hooded eyes for a moment “Go before I throw you back down on this bed and have my way with you.”

I give him a bright smile and do as he asks, I leave the room and head downstairs to the kitchen where not only can I smell fresh coffee brewing, but there’s also the distinct smell of bacon being fried.

“Mom,” I say hesitantly as I grab onto the edge of the countertop.

She turns away from the frying pan she’s currently hovering over and faces me. “Everly, I’m so sorry, I should have called and I know you said you’ve been doing your own shopping but I brought you some anyway because I really wanted to see you.”

I shake my head, “It’s okay Mom. I’m just sorry you had to walk in on that.”

“I am too,” she says giving me a smile that’s full of humor. “It won’t go down in my top ten favorite moments but honey, I’m also glad.”

“You’re glad?” I repeat, making sure I heard her correctly.

“Yes. I’m glad because finally,
finally
you’re moving on,” she states, placing her hands on my upper arms and squeezing. “You’ve been getting out more and more, starting to take care of yourself better, seeing your friends again, and clearly you’re dating again.”

I tilt my head and ask in hesitation, “And it doesn’t bother you that the person I’m dating is Luca?”

“Why would that bother me?” She lets go of my arms and shakes her head. “Luca’s a good man, and you know now that he had nothing to do with Tyler’s death.”

“But that’s just it Mom, he’s my husband’s best friend,” I say, stating the obvious. I walk over to the coffee pot and prepare myself a cup of coffee listening to my mom spew her wisdom.

“He
was
your husband’s best friend, but your husband is no longer here, and I think that relieves Luca from his duty to stay away from you.”

“Mom!”

“What, am I wrong? She moves to the frying pan and starts removing the cooked bacon. “Who cares who you move on with as long as you move on, and do it with a good guy?”

“That’s what he says.”

She opens the refrigerator and pulls out a carton of eggs. “He’s right.”

“So you’re really okay with this?” I ask skeptically.

“I’m okay with whatever makes my baby happy again.”

I think of the hell I’ve put her through the last few years, of course I didn’t mean to but I know it took a toll. I give her a shy smile and tell her the honest truth. “He makes me happy.”

She stares at me, her eyes wet with unshed tears and nods at me. “You love him.”

I shake my head, in order to squash whatever ideas she’s having right now. “No, it’s only been a few months, we’re not there yet, and I don’t know if we’ll ever be.”

“You’re there, you just don’t realize it yet,” she declares as if though it’s fact instead of her own personal misguided opinion.

“Mom,” I groan.

“I’m making you breakfast.”

“I see that,” I reply sarcastically just as Luca makes his appearance in the kitchen. I give him an “everything’s okay” smile, he smiles back his “I told you so” smile. He walks over to me slides an arm around my waist pulling me into his side and places a kiss on my forehead. I can sense my mom watching us out of the corner of my eye.

“Luca, I hope you like eggs, bacon, and toast.”

He gives me a squeeze before releasing me and moving to the coffee pot to pour himself a cup of coffee. “I do Mrs. Phillips, thank you.”