Secrets

“I was… I don’t know. I don’t want to talk about it,” Layla sobbed uncontrollably.

Lucas nodded like she could see him. However, in Lucas’s mind, he was killing Liam over and over again. He was killing everyone over and over again. He was torturing anyone who had ever hurt Layla.

It was breaking him to hear her like this, see her suffering. Someone like Layla should never be in pain—or so Lucas thought. She was too good for this world, too good for him.

No one was going to hurt Layla if he could help it. He already regretted Liam’s presence at his house.

“I’ll talk about it soon. Liam just…he just looks like someone who hurt me very badly. Maybe. I don’t know. It happened so long ago…”

Lucas didn’t need to be told what said person did to Layla. His blood was boiling at the thought of what was done to his little hippie.

Knowing Liam’s legendary, infamous history, it was hard to put it past him not to have… So many secrets in this life. He thought Layla would have nothing to hide, but she did. She was beautifully broken too.

Could Liam have hurt her? Could his cousin really have done that to someone? To Layla? To the woman he…?

To the woman he cared a great deal about. That was the extent of his emotions for her. He had no other, deeper feelings for this girl.

Right?

Lucas nodded to himself again. There wasn’t anything else there but sex and lust and needing desperately to protect her with every ounce of fight he had in him.

“You can tell me in your own time, baby girl,” he said to her.

If she could never tell him, he’d have to live with it, but he needed to avenge her—or so he thought. In Lucas’s mind, he didn’t care the consequences as long as Layla was happy and safe.

He heard movement then and the water turning off. The curtain opened, but Layla held herself behind it.

Lucas handed her a towel. Her eyes met his, and that bright spark was back. All the while this young, beautiful, vivacious woman had dark secrets of her own, but she was determined to keep Lucas afloat and in check.

“Thank you.” She smiled. “I am really so very sorry for everything.”

Lucas shook his head vehemently. “Don’t you dare. Would you have me apologize?”

She shrugged. “I guess not.”

“Don’t lose your spark, baby,” Lucas said, turning around so she could dress. He wasn’t going to question the way Layla needed to handle her situation, especially when he wasn’t 100 percent sure what the situation was.

“I will have to leave soon,” Lucas said as Layla emerged from the bathroom. “But I’m coming back for you when they’re gone.”

Before he knew it, she was in his arms.

“Thank you. I swear I’ll let you know everything as soon as I can compose my thoughts.”

“Do your parents know?”

Layla stepped back.

“Layla…?”

Layla trembled. “They know what I know.”

She was only wrapped in a towel, her dark hair wet and sticking to her shoulders.

“You don’t remember?”

“Very little, but enough.” Layla shivered.

Lucas felt awful that he was so turned on, especially in her state of mind at the moment.

Layla smiled. “I want you too, Lucas.”

She could already read his mind, and his gawking at her wasn’t helping.

“Can you hold me?”

Lucas opened his arms. “Of course I can. I don’t ever want to deny you something like that, Little Hippie. I told you to use me. How often do I have to remind you?”

She melted into his embrace. It was a safe place for her now, even though not even a few months prior the two were not receptive to the other.

Lucas sat down on the edge of her bed, cradling her in his arms. She rested her head on his chest and let him hold her close.

“When are your parents due back?”

“Tuesday.”

“I could come stay here if you want me to. The comfort of your own home must be better than mine.”

Layla smiled. “Lucas, I’ll be fine.”

“Is that what you’re trying to make me believe? How long have you helped others and not focused on you?”

“You don’t focus on you.”

Lucas chuckled. “Sure I do! I drink, fuck, and fight my way through my problems. It’s self-care.”

Layla rolled her eyes, but he did manage to make her laugh.

“I like that sound,” Lucas whispered, losing all semblance of the big bad wolf he was supposed to be.

Layla grabbed his hand and guided it underneath the towel and across her inner thigh.

“Layla…”

“Please?”

Lucas brushed over her delicate, wet folds and knew exactly what she needed.

Cradling her gently, he stood up and placed Layla on the bed, unraveling the towel so she was completely exposed, her beautiful body beckoning for Lucas’s touch.

Lucas pulled her closer to the edge of the bed and pried her legs open. Her pink little pussy had his cock in an uproar, but this wasn’t about him right now. This was about Layla.

Lowering himself onto his knees, Lucas draped Layla’s legs over his shoulders as she propped up on her elbows to get a view at what he was doing.

He didn’t have to ask what she wanted. Her eyes told him everything he needed to know.

Licking his lips, Lucas leaned into her core and licked her slit from top to bottom and back up again until Layla’s arousal was blanketing his chin.

Her gasps were going straight to his dick, but he’d take care of that big boy later on by himself. This is what he told her to do. Use him. Use him for any damn thing she ever needed.

His teeth grazed her clit as Lucas’s fingers found themselves gliding in and out of her pussy at a nice, slow pace.

“Feels so good…,” Layla moaned, dropping herself onto the bed as Lucas nibbled her sensitive nub.

The invasion of his thirsty tongue and large, brutalizing digits had Layla moving her hips to the rhythm of Lucas’s feast. She needed this. She needed ~him~, and he was the only one who could relieve her pain.

Oh God! That couldn’t be true. Lucas Foster? Big, bad, brooding and bitter Lucas Foster, who barely spoke to her in the almost twenty years that he lived in the house down the road?

The man who was opening up to her about his confusing, mysterious past was forcing her to do the same and making her body crave more of his touch.

“I’m going to cum, Lucas!” Her voice hitched as a low moan took over as Lucas suckled her protruding clit like it was the last meal he’d ever get.

“Oh! Ohhhhh! Hmmm…” Layla’s orgasm broke free as her juices flooded Lucas’s mouth.

He didn’t stop though. He kept lapping at her flow until she was completely spent.

Looking up at her, their eyes met, and they both smiled.

“Your taste is sweeter than anything I’ve ever had in my life, Layla.”

He stood up and wiped his face off with her towel, taking a moment to clean her off as well and chucking the fabric into a nearby hamper.

“Is that what you needed? Do you need more?”

“Come back to me,” Layla said to him. “Stay with me tonight.”

Lucas helped her up and kissed her forehead. “Your wish is my command.”