Plotting like an evil Bond villain was not something I used to do in life. Jacob showing his true colors brought the worst out of me. Nick just left to nestle at home and do the hermit thing. That was okay. We needed to give Nick space when he felt the need to recharge his mental battery. I was currently in the kitchen cooking up a storm to placate Lucas when he came over in a few hours.

Manipulating him with food.

That's what my life came too. I knew Lucas enjoyed my cooking so far. If he was filled up with food maybe he'd be soft and warm. More so than average. Lucas was on his own a soft and warm person. He cared and he showed it in the way he moved and talked. I was busy stirring the thick pumpkin soup cautiously, wanting it to be sweet yet spicy. My brows were furrowed and my lips pursed as I viewed as if it was a science project. In a way it probably was. My phone going off scared the living light out of me. Letting the wooden spoon rest in the thick soup I grabbed my phone out of the back pocket of my jeans and answered it in a squeaky voice which worried mom.

"Are you okay, honey?" Mom asked.

I kept an eye on my amazing smelling soup, "Okay, I'm preparing dinner."

"Sounds like you're busy. Should I call you later?"

"No, it's fine, mom." I took the spoon out of the pot, placed it down on the little plate beside the stove and covered the pot with the lid. Keeping it ajar while I lowered the heat to let the soup simmer, "Lucas is coming over later. I just want this to be good."

"Things are going so well between you two." I knew where this was going, mom wasn't being subtle about it anymore, "Why don't you want to do the official family dinner?"

I started collecting the ingredients I needed for the lemon chicken I wanted to bake in the oven, it was a quick fix but still so favorable. I'd serve it with a fresh salad. Maybe some broccoli. I was picturing all these ingredients plated up when mom tore me away from my inner thoughts again.

"Honey?"

"Lucas and I don't feel like we're ready for that yet." I placed the ingredients down on the counter and focused on my conversation with my mom, "I haven't even been to his place yet. I mean I have met his roommate and his roommate's sister. But I haven't seen his place yet."

"Is that really all there is to not doing this family dinner?" Mom inquired, "Or is there something more going on here?"

She was too damn observant for her own good. She didn't need to know about the mess I created. I would clean it up and hopefully marry Lucas and grant her the grandbabies she wanted. That was the future I was aiming for. It wasn't highly ambitious. I wasn't a badass lawyer who showed women could be just as powerful and intimidating as men. I was me. What I wanted was to enjoy my job, no matter how much it paid. I wanted to date someone who made feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

"There is nothing more going on, we just want the moms to give us some space so we can work on our relationship on our own pace."

"Okay." She finally gave in which surprised me, "We won't bring it up anymore. Just know that we're excited about this. It just really makes us happy seeing our kids together and the relationship being steady and only growing."

I leaned against the counter, my throat tightening up hearing the emotion in mom's voice. Lucas and I were aware that the moms were planning our wedding. We were aware of how happy they were yet hearing the words just sucker punched me in the gut.

"Mom, I'm in love with Lucas." I let her know in a quiet voice, afraid of someone hearing me who wasn't supposed. It was silly since I was in my own freaking kitchen, "I want to marry him. Not now but definitely in the near future. Don't worry about us, okay?"

"Okay." I could hear the smile in her voice, "So I should worry about my Nicky then."

I gasped, "Nick is never paying you a visit again if you ever call him that."

We both agreed. Nick was nice and he cared about his family, but he was also someone who was quickly done with people when they hurt him emotionally. He could write someone off without looking back. It wasn't necessarily cold. Nick was just better at protecting himself.

"You are right, I don't want Nick to give me the cold shoulder." Mom was probably still smiling from ear to ear. I was glad we were over the whole awkward family dinner moment due to Jacob, "That boy would freeze me out of his life."

"Nick has a personality."

Mom laughed, "Exactly. I'll let you get back to your cooking. Enjoy your dinner."

"Thank you." I smiled, "Maybe we can do sushi with Nick soon."

Mom cackled, I didn't know what I said which made her laugh until she was either crying or peeing her pants.

"What about dad? He's not invited to our dinner?"

I blushed realizing every time I made plans with mom I left out dad. When I was younger dad was always just too busy to do anything with us as a family. I was so used to not seeing dad most of the time that I always forgot to ask if he wanted to have dinner with us too.

It was a force of habit.

"If dad wants to tag along he is of course invited as well."

Mom let me go after that so I could finish up dinner. I put the chicken in the oven, it only had to bake for a few minutes. I'd get ready for Lucas' arrival. The living room was scrubbed and smelling nice. There was no clutter around. I could focus on dolling up. I took a quick shower. Now I smelled like cherry blossoms. It was fresh and sweet. Maybe I was getting dressed to seduce. If things didn't go south after I told him about Jacob we could end up in my comfy bed. So I chose berry colored lace panties and matching bra. The bra made my boobies look bigger than they were. I grabbed a little black dress which showed a bit of cleavage just to tease, nothing more. Curling the ends of my hair I kept my makeup light but went nuts with the mascara and eyeliner.

I looked good.

Lucas would know I was planning something. He'd be right but I didn't initially plan for this dinner to seduce to get him into bed. The way it was looking now it was pretty much a dinner to seduce now. I spritzed on some perfume and left the bedroom to make sure my lemon chicken wasn't dry and burned to a crisp.

Lucas arrived a little early but that was fine, dinner was ready and so was I. I greeted him with a kiss to the cheek and then wrapped my arms around his waist, giving him a tight hug. It made his chest rumble with laughter. His strong arms wrapped around me too, holding me close while he brushed his lips against my hair.

"You smell good." He hummed.

I made sure I did just to get this reaction out of him. His hard body felt so good pressed up against my soft one. I tilted my head back to look at him, he met my gaze. His lips curled up to a smirk. He then leaned in and I met him halfway. The minute our lips met dinner was forgotten. At least for me. I moved my hands up his strong arms and then wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to him like a little koala bear. Lucas chuckled in the kiss, the delicious sound getting swallowed by my persistent kisses.

Dinner was definitely forgotten.

Lucas big hands squeezed my waist he then lowered them and rested his hands on my ass. He gave it a squeeze as he deepened the kiss. We messed around a little, our tongues brushing against each other as we touched each other all over. The kissing and touching were getting too much. I was getting lightheaded. Lucas was strong enough for both of us. He grabbed my waist and lifted me up. I immediately wrapped my legs around him and let him carry me to my bedroom.

"You sure?" He asked when he placed me on my bed with such care it nearly made me cry.

This was not the time to cry.

Lucas was watching me with careful eyes as he slipped his shoes and socks off. Slowly he unbuttoned his white button-up. He showed me that delicious body of his, making a show out of it. He knew how heated it got me watching him undress. He tossed his shirt aside and crawled toward me. I spread my legs for him, throwing my head back when his warm hands grabbed onto my thighs and spread them. He was pressed up against me and when I moved my hips he grunted nice and deep. I felt him press up against my flimsy panties, he was ready.

"You prepared me a nice dinner and all yet this is what you want?"

"We can have dinner after," I whispered.

I pressed my hand against his bare stomach, he was tight while his skin was heated. It made me tingle all over running my hands over his bare skin. He grabbed my wrist and kissed my pulse. A shaky breath left my lips. I sighed contently.

He chuckled, "That's true."

He hissed as I trailed my nails down his stomach, his eyes darkening. I reached for his belt and undid it, pressing my hand against his prominent crotch. He made all kinds of sounds which made me squeeze my thighs. He grabbed onto the hem of my dress and slowly lifted it up. I helped him, it felt liberating being in my underwear before him. He leaned in, pressing his lips against my neck. I buried my fingers in his hair and tightly held on.

"Baby," I whispered.

He smiled against my sensitive skin, biting and licking until I was gasping and making little sounds which made him push his erection against my crotch. He pulled away and stared at me, his hands cupping my face.

"You are amazing, sweetheart."

I wanted to laugh at him but the sound disappeared in my throat when he pushed his hand in my damp panties. Two fingers brushed over my wet slit, he used the slick to get me wet. He captured my lips for a deep kiss as he pushed his fingers into me. I was snug around his fingers, he moved them slowly and deeply. I knew where this was going, this man was going to tease me until I was a blubbering mess.

"I hate you," I muttered in between gasps.

He held my gaze as he quietly laughed at me, "Come on, sweetheart. You know it's going to be good."

I moved my hips to the pace of his fingers, needing it to feel a little more pressure. He brushed his fingers against a spot deep within me which made me squeal. The grin that spread across his face was evil. He pushed firmly against it and moved his fingers faster, the pace now rough. My cheeks heated as I realized what would happen.

"Please." I whimpered.

He hushed me with a kiss against my hair, "It's okay." He whispered.

One final rough push against that sensitive spot had me moaning like a porn star. The wetness coated his fingers, soaked my panties and the sheet below my hips. It was embarrassing yet the glittering in Lucas' eyes told me he loved it. He slowly pulled his fingers out of me, I felt empty without him in me. He grabbed onto my hips, pulling me closer to him. I could feel my own slick against my bare skin. He hovered over me, placing gentle kisses on my lips and cheeks as he waited for me to calm down.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered to me.

I pressed my hand against his lower back. I had my eyes closed and tried to find my brain. It didn't help that Lucas was kissing me, teasing me and biting my skin. He brushed his lips against my ear.

"Condom."

I could barely speak. I moved my head and gestured to the nightstand beside us. He left me to it and focused on protection. It was good that one of us was still clearheaded so we didn't make mistakes. If this was a taste of what it would be like to have sex with Lucas I knew I was in trouble. He'd work my body until I couldn't get out of this bed and have dinner.

And dinner was freaking amazing. I made sure of it.