I shake my head. “It doesn’t matter if he wants to know or why he left me. He left, without a word for years,” I say to myself before standing up straight and heading back into the living room.
If I know anything it’s that before anything else, I need to protect my son from the pain I went through when Tyler left. If that means telling a few white lies and omitting the truth, then so be it.
Chapter Eleven
Tyler
As soon as Lucy came back from the kitchen, we got right down to business. We discussed the location for the fundraiser and even who we wanted to have as bachelors for the auction.
I teasingly offered my services and Lucy jumped on it, much to my dismay. Apparently having been gone from the area for a few years has upped my potential for making a large amount of money, Lucy’s words not mine. Now I just hope she will be willing to bid on me. Knowing my luck, some dirty old lady will want me to cut her lawn with no shirt on while her and her friends gawk at me from her porch.
I was only around for a few more hours before I bid Lucy good night and headed home. It was way past my bedtime if I wanted to get to the track before sunrise. That’s one of the few ways I can guarantee none of those idiots will be there to get on my nerves. I really need to speak to Colton about hiring some quality mechanics.
Once I get home, I drop right into the bed. Not even bothering to remove my boots, my feet hang off the end of the bed. Unfortunately for me, my dick has other plans. I roll over on my back and groan as I palm my cock.
Remembering the way Lucy felt in my arms and how her breathing increased every time I stepped into her personal space. The smell of vanilla and clean laundry fills my lungs as I imagine what would have happened if I had kissed her in the kitchen.
Electricity shoots up my spine as I rip my shirt over my head, unbutton my pants and grip my cock tightly in my hand, precum dripping from the tip. I spread my precum along my shaft as I imagine taking her lips with my own, devouring her mouth.
I hoist her up onto the counter as she spreads her legs wide, thrusting my cock into the warmth of her panties. “You want me to fuck you right here, baby?” I whisper into her ear before taking it between my teeth and gently biting down just the way she likes it.
She moans loudly before her hand flies up to her mouth and her eyes widen in panic. “You need to be quiet, baby, we don’t want to wake little Colt,” I growl as my hand slides between her legs.
Her head drops down to my shoulder as she opens her mouth and bites down. I shove her panties to the side quickly before sinking two fingers into her pussy. The walls quickly tighten on my fingers, making it almost impossible to move.
“You’re so tight, baby. I can’t wait to sink my cock between your pussy lips and you milk my cock dry,” I say quietly before I check over my shoulder quickly to make sure we don’t have any company.
I pump my cock faster as I imagine pumping my fingers in and out of her pussy, the sound of her juices and quiet moans filling my mind. My balls tighten as I groan in pleasure as I continue to fuck my hand. “Come for me, baby. Come all over my fingers,” I whisper into my empty room as the image of Lucy coming quietly all over my fingers, her mouth opening wide in a silent scream. I quicken my pace with my hand before long streams of cum spill all over my stomach.
“Fuck.” I slowly pump my cock as the final shockwaves of pleasure shoot through my body. If the real thing is anywhere as good as what I imagined, I’m a dead man. I pat the bed beside me until I find my shirt and wipe the cum off my stomach. I haven’t come like that in forever. I’m almost embarrassed at the overwhelming need I feel to rub one out like a twelve-year-old boy just from being in Lucy’s presence.
I crumple my shirt up and throw it in the washing machine before untying my boots and stepping out of them. Once I get them off, I shove my jeans down my legs and throw them in the washing machine before emptying the nearly full laundry basket into the machine as well.
As soon I get the machine going, I head back to my bed, climbing under the sheets. With thoughts of Lucy at the front of my mind, I drift off to sleep.
Luckily, I made it to the garage a couple of hours before the rest of the crew. I will be able to get a few hours of work on this engine before I get interrupted by their stupidity.
I get everything I need and settle into a good groove. I finally discovered what was wrong with this damn thing last night when I removed the head off the engine block. A valve head broke off and more than likely sent debris into the block. Today I will need to inspect all the cylinder walls before replacing both the heads. It’s probably overkill, but better safe than sorry.
I grab all the tools I need before turning my Bluetooth speaker on and hitting play on my playlist. Country Road by John Denver fills the garage as I settle down and get to work.
“Looks like someone had a good night,” Colton says as he
