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She blows out a frustrated breath. "I’m not mad at you. I’ve just had a bad day, and Deidra was just the icing on the cake."

I sit the plate on the coffee table and pull Lindy onto my lap. "I know baby, and I’m sorry about your day. I didn’t even remember she worked at Catalina’s. It was just a onetime thing, months before you came home. She never even crossed my mind again."

Lindy shakes her head, then gives me a small smile. "That’s kind of sad for her, but I guess it’s good for me."

I hold her close and kiss her neck. "I hate that you had such a shitty day, but I know what will make it all better."

She smiles at me. "Do you think sex fixes everything?"

I just nod and stand up. She wraps her legs around me as I walk us to the bedroom. I toss her on the bed and start taking my clothes off. She is just sliding out of her panties, when I climb into the bed. I lay my body onto hers, holding my weight with my elbows.

"Sex may not be the cure for everything, but fantastic sex sure the hell is," I say, as I place my lips on hers.

Within seconds, I feel the tension she has been carrying all night melt away from her. She wraps her arms around my back and grinds her hips into mine. I work my way down her body. As soon as I get to her nipple, I suck on it. I make my way to her other nipple and do the same. She is starting to moan loudly by the time I get to her pussy.

I place my mouth over her clit and give it a little bite. Her hips buck up as my fingers go into her. I run my tongue from her clit to her entrance, tasting her excitement. "I love the taste of your pussy. Never tasted anything sweeter in my whole fucking life."

I can feel her tighten around my fingers, and I start to pump them in harder and faster. I suck on her clit, until I feel her orgasm take over. Then, I move up her body and thrust inside of her.

"The only thing better than tasting your pussy is being deep inside it." The feeling of having her wrapped so tightly around my cock is amazing. No one has ever even come close to her.

I kiss her as I st
roke in and out. Our tongues mimic the motion of our bodies. I feel her run her hands between us, wrapping her finger and thumb around my dick. She squeezes just hard enough to send a shockwave up my spine. "Fuck!" I moan.

I thrust slowly, enjoying the feeling of her hand and pussy at the same time. I can feel her start to tighten around me, and I know she is building fast. I start to pound into her. Within seconds, she is coming again. The walls of her cunt are squeezing my cock so hard that I want to shout from the pleasure. Two stokes later, I pour my own release inside her.

We lay connected for a few minutes before I roll over. As soon as I get to my back, I hear Lindy let out a satisfied sigh. I look over and she is smiling from ear to ear.

"You’re right! Fantastic sex cures everything."

CHAPTER ELEVEN

"My cousin Trent asked his girlfriend to marry him at the family reunion," Lucas says.

"Really?" Lindy asks.

He nods his head. "Uh huh. Then, he kissed her right in front of everyone."

She smiles at him. "That’s sweet."

"It was gross. I ain’t ever kissing a girl."

LINDY

It’s the first three-day weekend since school started. I am so freaking glad not to have to go to work today. Mr. Reynolds has not been back since the first day of school, but the principal has been observing me every day since her boss came to visit me. She never says anything. She just comes in and sits in the back of my class and watches me teach. I know she is just looking for a reason to get rid of me. She has been making me so nervous that I have been getting sick every morning for over a week.

I wanted to sleep in today, but I woke up sick again. It passed quickly, but I could not go back to sleep. I cleaned myself up and finished my lesson plans for next wee
k, cleaned the house, and got lasagna ready for the oven. Now I have nothing to do. Lucas is out mowing the yard. Therefore, I decide to spend a little quality time with Angel. I grab a soda, get comfy on the couch, and turn on the TV. Angel and Wesley are just starting to kick some serious demon ass when Lucas walks in the door. He looks at the TV and shakes his head.

"Gonna take a shower," he says as he walks by.

I watch him until he disappears down the hall. He looks so sexy in his black basketball shorts, his skin glistening with sweat, that I’m tempted to follow him. Just as I start to stand up, a demon rips David Boreanaz’s shirt off, and I decide to stay and watch my other sexy man instead. I am on episode two by the time Lucas comes back into the room. He walks over and sits down right beside me. He pulls me onto his lap and stretches his legs across the sofa. I grab the remote and start to flip the channel.

"What are you doing?"

"I was going to turn the TV to something you like."

"No need."

I give him a smile. "I know you don’t like my vampire shows. We can watch something else."

He places a soft kiss on my lips. "Do you like this shit?"

I nod my head yes.

"Then I’ll watch it with you. Who knows, it may not suck. If it does, I will still earn a blowjob for watching it."

I can feel my eyes get big. "You think you earn a blow job for watching my TV shows?"

He nods. "Hell, yeah! We’ve got a give and take kind of thing going on. I give by watching your show. Then later you take my dick in your mouth."

"What about when I watch NASCAR with you? Will you, you know?" I say with a giggle.

"Baby, you ain’t got to do shit for me to eat that pussy. Anytime you want my mouth between your legs, all you gotta do is spread ’em," he says with a panty-dropping lascivious smirk.

I am about to do just that, when the doorbell rings. I get off Lucas and walk to the door. Before I have a chance to open it, it flies open. Mom walks in with an armload of bags. "Sorry guys, I got ice-cream in here. Couldn’t wait for you to open it," she says and walks right past me.

I look back at Lucas and smile. He is grinning too, because we both know what Mom and a bag with ice-cream in it means. Homemade hot fudge, butterscotch, and banana sundaes. Not quite as good as what Lucas just mentioned, but they are still the bomb.

We are all sitting around the table chowing down, when Mom tells us the real reason that she is here. "Okay, when were you going to tell me about going to the station?"

Lucas looks tow
ards me, then back at Mom. "Dad and Chris thought it would be best if you didn’t know."

"That’s what their wives told me," she says with an angry edge to her voice. "My daughter is living with a man who has a very bad enemy, and that’s something else I want to talk about. When you first moved in here, it was to live with Lindy and Tara. Now that it is just you and Lindy, people are getting the wrong idea."

"What idea is that?" Lucas says through teeth clenched so tight that I am surprised they are not breaking.

"Mom!" I gasp in exasperation.

She puts her hand toward me. "No! I am your mother, and I deserve to know what is going on in your life. Not everything, but at least the big stuff. And this is huge. You are in danger, and it scares the hell out of me. I cannot believe that I had to hear it from Wanda and Abbie."

Lucas is getting angrier by the minute. "I
am
taking care of her, and I still want to know what in the hell you meant by people getting the wrong idea."

"I know you will do your best to look after her. But as long as she is sharing a house with you, she is in danger." Mom shakes her head. "What I meant by the wrong idea was that people are going to think you two are living here as a couple. Lindy is a teacher. That’s not going to look good for her."

"We
are
living here as a couple. You know that, Mom," I say, getting angry myself.

"I know that,
" she admits and lets out a loud breath. "But there is no reason for everyone else to know it too. I was at Sally’s yesterday, getting my haircut. Missy Fowler was there talking about y’all. She was saying that she was really glad her daughter didn’t get put in your class, because you were shacking up with Lucas. She said that she didn’t want anyone with such weak morals teaching her daughter."

Lucas laughs. "Are you talking about the same Missy Fowler who was caught being plowed by Jerimiah Meeks behind the doughnut shop last year?"

Mom nods. "I know she’s not someone that should be talking about other people’s morals. Most of the women in the salon just laughed when she said it, but there were a few who seemed to be listening to her. I don’t care how you live your lives, but you better remember that Lindy is in a position where she is held above most people. I know it’s stupid, but if her reputation gets ruined then she could end up losing her teaching job."

"Well, what do you expect us to do? I love Lucas. If a mad man can’t make me run away, then this crap definitely won’t," I say, nearly shouting.

Mom reaches over and grabs my hand. "I don’t know, baby, but you need to think about it. You may want to consider getting a job out of town where no one knows who you live with. You also need to think about that mad man. You can always come home until he is caught."

"No!" Lucas shouts. "She is not going anywhere. It wouldn’t matter if she moved out or not. Some of the women I barely even know. That didn’t stop the Mirror Man from breaking into their homes. I haven’t said more than hello to Kendra in damn near two years, and the bastard nearly killed her. Do you really think Lindy moving out will keep her safe? At least here, I can protect her."

Mom looks at Lucas for a moment. I can see her struggling to come to a decision. "Do you promise me nothing will happen to my baby?"

"I promise, Maggie," Lucas vows.

Mom nods her head and stands up. "Who wants another sundae?"

LUCAS

Maggie just left a few minutes ago. She ended up staying for lasagna and a marathon of True Blood. At least now I know where Lindy gets her shitty taste in television from. Lindy is in the kitchen cleaning up, and I am sitting in the living room watching pre-season football and thinking about what her mother said.

It never even crossed my mind that those self-righteous motherfuckers in town would put Lindy down for living with me, or that she could possibly lose her job because of it. She has been so damn nervous about Kelsey’s dad finding a way to fire her, that she’s been getting sick every damn day. Now she has this shit to worry about. I’ve got to do something.

I know I want to marry Lindy. Hell, I’d marry her today if she would agree. I just don’t think she is ready for that yet, but she is going to have to get ready. I am not going to let those fuckers talk shit about her. She is just going to have to marry me.

"Lucas, you know you could help clean up every once in a while," Lindy says, as she walks into the room.

"I got a dick. I don’t clean."

She gets a confused look on her face. "You have a penis, so you don’t help clean up?"

I shake my head. "A six-year-old has a penis. I am a man, and I have a dick. So no, I don’t clean up. I take out trash and I mow the yard. I work on your car but I don’t clean up the house. I man the grill but I don’t cook. I throw a load of clothes in the washer if I need to, but I don’t fold that shit. That’s just how it is."

I can see the anger cross Lindy’s face. She opens her mouth, but she closes it without saying anything. She takes in a deep breath then lets it out. Finally, she plops down on the couch beside me. "I want to argue with you right now, but I am just too damn tired. So I am warning you that you are going to catch seven kinds of hell tomorrow."

I chuckle and wrap my arm around her shoulders. I pull her close and kiss the top of her head. "Okay, Lindy Lou. I consider myself warned."

We sit quietly for a few minutes then I decide to lay it on her. "I’ve been thinking about what your mom said. Maggie’s right. We can’t have people talking shit about you, so we need to get married."

She pulls away from me, but not before I feel her body get tense. "Did you just tell me we need to get married because people are talking crap about me?"

"Yeah, baby. I don’t want those bastards talking shit about my woman. So we need to get this done as soon as we can."

Lindy jumps up and places her hands on her hips. "We need to get this done. This? That is how you ask me to marry you?"

"Okay, I might not have asked right, but I have never done this shit before." Running my fingers through my hair, I mumble, "I just want to make sure that you’re okay."

"Just a bit of advice. You want to ask a woman to marry you, don’t ever say the words ‘this shit’ while proposing." With that she turns around and stomps out of the room.

I hear her in the bedroom, but I don’t follow her. I know I fucked up, and I need to give her a little time to cool off before I try to fix it. I lean my head on the back of the couch and try to think of the right words to make Lindy say yes.

A few minutes later Lindy comes back into the room. She has her purse over her shoulder and her keys in her hand. "I’m going to talk to Tara. I need a little space right now. I will be back tonight. Please give me an hour or two alone."

She doesn’t even give me time to say anything before she marches out the door.

Fuck! I should have thought about that a little more.

LINDY

"He said what?" Tara asks, as she makes dinner.

I shake my head. "He said that he has a dick, so he doesn’t clean. Then he asked me to marry him."

Daniel shouts out with laughter. I look to him and shoot him a
fuck you
look. "It is not funny!"

"I am sorry, Melinda, but that shit is funny. I cannot believe that I once called him the master." The words barely leave his mouth before he starts to laugh again.

Tara throws a piece of raw shrimp at him. "Get out of here. We are trying to have girl talk, and you are just poking your nose in where it doesn’t belong."

"Fine. I’ll go in the other room, but you better tell me when that shrimp gumbo is done," Daniel says, as he walks out of the room.

"Get your ass over here and help me clean these shrimp. While you are doing it, you can tell me everything the dumbass said," Tara says, with a smile.

I walk over to her and grab a shrimp. Just as I start to peel it, the smell of the gumbo reaches my nose. My stomach immediately starts to roll. I drop the shrimp and rush to the bathroom.

After I finish emptying my stomach, I stand up and rinse out my mouth. Tara walks in the bathroom just as I am wiping off my mouth. "What happened?"

I shake my head. "I don’t know. I think it was the smell of the gumbo cooking. My stomach has been a mess ever since school started. I swear if Mrs. Wilcox spends one more day in my classroom, I am going to go crazy."

"School started almost three weeks ago."

"Yeah," I agree.

"You have been sick every day for three weeks?" Tara asks.

"Not every day, just this last week. Well, maybe a day or two the week before."

She grabs my hands. "When was the last time you had your period?"

"I haven’t had one since June. I missed it the last two months, but I called the doctor. He said that happens sometimes, when you first start taking birth control."

"It also happens when you are pregnant," she says in a soft voice.

I jerk my hand away. "I can’t be pregnant. I am taking the birth control shot."

"I know you are, but nothing is a hundred percent. You know that."

I shake my head and tears fill my eyes. "I can’t be pregnant. Lucas and I are not ready for this."