Allie

The wedding was beautiful, and the evening was perfectly sweet, just like we planned. Charity was right. She had everything under control.

And Lucas—my husband—never fails to surprise me. I was mentally and emotionally prepared for a flight. Well, he told me to prepare for a long flight, so yes, he misled me when I asked about this honeymoon he insisted on planning himself. He told me to pack a toothbrush, hairbrush, and underwear, so I did not know what to bring.

I have clothes for the cold and clothes for anything mild.

There's also the dress that he so kindly picked out for me that looks more like a Charity style, if I'm being honest. It's too short, my boobs are out, and the shoes just highlight the fact that I have weird knees and if anyone were to look at my thighs, they would probably cringe. But it's cute and Lucas keeps telling me it looks good, so I'm comfortable around him in it.

But this honeymoon... there was no flight.

No, Lucas Kennedy drove me four hours to the coast to a cute little bungalow on the beach of Santa Marta. He dragged me through the place until he found the only bedroom, and we didn't get to see the actual house until we crawled out of the room this morning. It's charming, and the view is something else, especially from the patio out back.

While I figured he would want to order food and eat in the house, Lucas wanted to come out tonight and insisted on me wearing this gift he got me. I swear, this was not meant to be worn by the likes of me. Maybe if I was one of those college girls that could win those wet t-shirt contests I try not to think about. I know him well enough that he's not trying to change me, but he forgets that I'm not confident enough for this stuff in public.

Lucas stops in the small downtown of Santa Marta in front of a bar. We don't do this. I don't do this. This is not me. I don't frequent bars, and have never really been to one. Everyone outside is wearing some sort of sweatshirt or hat for the university here, and I definitely don't belong with this kind of crowd.

"Lucas? I thought we were getting dinner."

He grips me from the inside of my thigh with his other hand resting over the wheel. "Go find a seat at the bar and order a drink. I'm going to park."

My eyebrows can't possibly jump any higher up my forehead. "You want me—your wife of one full day—to go inside that bar without you?" I'm having flashbacks of him kicking me out of his car and I might just scream. Is this a joke?

"Allie, I'll be right behind you. I just need to get a spot, and I won't make you walk in those heels."

Fine. He has me there.

I quickly check my red lipstick in the mirror. It probably looks stupid, and if anyone stares, I'll just find the bathroom and wipe it off. Again, he insisted, and I caved because I do want to wear it. One shaky leg out the door at a time and I walk inside while Lucas drives around the corner where the sign for paid parking points to a lot.

There is a game on the television, and loud frat guys everywhere shouting and hollering. A few girls with the same blue and white college gear on as the guys. Others are dressed like me—only they fit the part.

I don't fit in here. As desperately as I want to feel confident in this stuff, I don't know how I feel about it in public. With Lucas, sure, but that's different.

There are two open seats at the bar, and I make my way over to them and sit down. The bartender serves some beers to a few people before he makes his way down to me. "What can I get you?"

"This may be weird, but I don't do this, and so I don't know what to get."

He shrugs with a cool nonchalance that makes me feel less nervous. "What do you like?"

"Umm, well, I'm vegan, if that helps."

He snorts. I must look like an idiot. "What do you normally drink?"

"Just wine at home." I won't tell him it is sometimes from a box. Whatever is on sale, really.

"Right," he assesses me. He probably thinks my lipstick looks awful and wrong. "How about a Long Island?"

I don't know what that is, but I need to sound confident. Plus, he probably wouldn't give me something too strong. "I'll try it."

"Be right up."

Okay, my first time ordering alcohol on my own and I think I passed. Lucas probably could have been helpful, although he doesn't like alcohol that much, so this is just confusing to me.

"Hey there."

One of the college boys leans against the bar to my right. Even if he wasn't wearing a sweatshirt with some grouping of Greek letters that I do not know, I would know he was the fraternity type. He is his hometown's Lucas Kennedy. It's painfully obvious because he is stupid pretty and that confidence leaks out of him.

"Hi." I look toward the entrance, but Lucas isn't here yet.

"I'm Zane." Yep. Charming smile and everything. It's not Zane. It's Lucas Kennedy number two. He's just as friendly while he probably waits to order his own drink. "What's your name?"

"Allie." Well, he's got one thing going for him, and he asked my freaking name.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"Umm..." The bartender sets a glass down in front of me. "Thanks, I'm covered."

Zane chuckles. "Long Island, huh? My mom likes those."

Did the bartender give me an old woman's drink? Is that what this is? He's making fun of me?

"I'll have one too, Ben," Zane says to the bartender. "I haven't had one of those in a while."

I take my first sip. It's a little strong, but I could see ordering a few of these before we leave here for dinner.

"Are you from around here, Allie?"

"No, actually," I say. When I look over, Zane is staring at my legs and I almost want to hide them. "Is there something wrong?"

His eyes snap up to mine. "No, sorry, just..." He licks his lower lip and watches me. "My friends didn't think I had the balls to talk to you. Whoever actually approaches you gets free drinks for the night."

I don't get it.

Zane leans closer to me. It's not threatening, but I need to make some space. "Are you with someone? We could get out of here if you wanted."

Oh, frick. Does he not see the shiny rings on my finger? "Actually, I'm—"

"What's up, bro?" Lucas' hand comes down on Zane's shoulder before he drops a possessive arm around me. "You met my wife?"

Zane's face falls. "Your wife," he nods slowly while looking between me and Lucas. "Got it. Nice to meet you, Allie. Have a good night, you two."

Lucas watches Zane walk back to his table before he turns back around to face me. "I leave you for five minutes and you already have guys hitting on you."

"He wasn't hitting on me!" I take another sip of this drink. I don't care if it's for older women, if that's what Zane meant. I like this.

"And you're drinking that?"

I frown and set the glass on the bar. "Is there something wrong with it?"

Lucas grins. "No, here." He lifts it back up. "Have some more. I'll order you another." I notice he orders himself a soda.

"Lucas, does the lipstick look bad?"

"What? Are you insane?"

I don't have the patience for this. I just don't have it in me to stand out in a bad way. The wedding was fine, and the dress was perfect, but that was yesterday and this is today. "Just tell me. It looks bad, doesn't it?"

"Allie, you sat down and that entire Kappa squad had their eyes on you."

I glance over and a few of those guys are looking over at us. One of them winks. Winks.

"You watched me sit down, and you just let that guy approach me?" Was he hiding? I didn't see him anywhere.

Lucas shrugs. "I was close by. Nothing would happen to you. Besides." He leans in to my ear while his hand comes down on my thigh, and shivers run down my spine. "You don't need that reassurance, Allie, but you're missing the point. They all noticed you and those guys were making bets that the guy wouldn't talk to you. Learn to stop comparing yourself to what you think makes someone hot, Allie, because you can wear the red lipstick and whatever you want. Clearly, you don't realize you get everyone's attention wherever you go and without even trying."

Maybe he's right.

Lucas and I finish our drinks and he orders small bites for us from the kitchen here. I think I had too much to drink, because Lucas has to carry me back to the car.

"I really shouldn't do this," I giggle. "It's kind of bad."

"It's only once in a while, Allie. You're fine. It's not like we keep it at home."

That's true. He isn't keen on alcohol in the house, unless it's the occasional wine I bring home. Lucas only likes it in moderation, and I kind of like that about him.

"In you go, red lips."

Red lips. I like that too.

"Me too, especially if you paint my cock with them."

Oh. He heard that.

Lucas snorts and helps me into the car while I talk about nonsense. "Do you think your car is magic, Lucas?"

"Magic?"

"Yeah, like, we made Jadon back there. Is the back seat like a magic seat?"

He rolls his eyes, and the streetlight hits one side of his face, casting a shadow on the other side of him. "I guess you could say that." He squats down beside me and checks over his shoulder. "Do you trust me?"

"Yeah?" How could I not?

He nods and narrows his gaze on my stomach, and turns my knees out to face him. "You should wear red more often, Allie. It suits you."

"I think I will." I bought eight new lip stains, sticks, glosses and... I can't remember the rest. But they're all red. I was only going to wear them at home, but maybe I'll wear them when I'm working too.

Lucas reaches up the skirt and pulls my panties down to my knees and pulls me forward.

"You're sure no one is here, Lucas?"

"Mhm." He kisses the spot just over my knee. "Just relax." Lucas holds me still while his lips move up my leg. His grip is a little tight, but not painful.

"Did that Zane guy make you jealous?"

He stops and doesn't look up at me. "Yes."

"I was about to tell him we were married before you stepped in."

"I know, Allie. You're good."

I kind of like it when he says that. "Tell me again, Lucas."

He chuckles and goes back to making his way up my thigh, and reaches up the short skirt of the dress, flattening his hand over my stomach before sliding it down. My head falls back and my hips have a mind of their own, lifting closer to him. He pulls my legs up over his head, ducking under the panties around my knees so they're behind him.

"You really want me to say you're a good girl?" The bottom of the dress climbs up my torso, and he has everything before him.

"Yes..." I'm shaking and throbbing with anticipation.

He licks just over my pubic bone and kisses my pussy. "Mmm. Let's see about that."

Then Lucas lifts my legs back off his shoulders and turns my body properly in the car. I gape at him, and Lucas kisses my head before leaning my seat back. I reach for the seat belt, but Lucas gets it for me.

"Nope." He stops me when I try to pull my underwear back up. "Keep those where they are." He shoots me a warning look before slamming the door shut.

He didn't say I couldn't pull my dress back down, but I don't know if I want to.

Lucas doesn't say anything when he gets back in the car. He simply starts the engine and drives back toward the house. The city lights fade into the dark highway toward the beach.

"You still awake, Allie?"

My eyes are closed and I'm fading in and out of a dream or something. "Mhm."

"Put those feet on the dash. Let me see how your shoes look."

My heels rest on the dashboard and under any other circumstances, I might be nervous about people seeing, but I think it's pretty late and I know he wouldn't want anyone to see me like this. He has me covered.

Lucas runs a hand from my foot up to my knee and pulls my panties down to my ankles. With ease, he pulls my knee down, resting a hand inside my thigh.

With his voice low, I hang on to his words as best I can. "Be a good girl, Allie. Show me what those fingers can do."

Lazily, my eyes make their slow journey up his body to the side of his face. "You're not going to?"

"I'm driving," he shrugs. Lucas picks up my hand, kisses it, and guides it down between my legs. "Fuck yourself, Allie, and feed me your cum."

He leads my fingers inside and releases me when I find my rhythm. It's warm, and he got me a little excited when he kissed me a few minutes ago.

Lucas turns his stereo down so all we hear is the engine's rumble and the wet sounds between my swollen lips.

"Does it feel good, Allie?"

My mouth falls open. "Can we just pull over? I'll do whatever you want, Lucas."

He stays quiet, and doesn't pull over.

"Lucas?"

"Is your pussy wet, Allie? It sounds like it."

Why is he doing this? "Yes, but I don't know if I can make myself come."

Lucas reaches down and pulls me by the wrist, taking my fingers in his mouth. He licks and sucks my fingers clean. "You only want me to make you come?"

I nod, and Lucas reaches down, stroking me from the outside before going in. He dips his fingers inside, drawing a moan from my lips. "Lucas, don't stop. I'm going to come."

Lucas drags them out of me, and I blink several times before I can look over at him. He clears his throat and adjusts in his seat. "We're almost there."

After all this time, he's doing this. He said no withholding sex, yet he's here leaving me in this weird mid-sexual touching nightmare.

He pulls in front of the house we're staying in and pulls me out and carries me over his good shoulder. My ass is exposed and feet are restrained at my ankles. Lucas uses that to his advantage to spank me while he walks up to the door.

Through the cold and dark house, he navigates us to the bedroom and drops me on the bed, facing a long mirror. To my right, the curtains are open, and we can barely make out the ocean where the water reflects the moon. Lucas pulls my dress over my shoulders and arms, dropping it to the floor beside him. His hungry gaze matches mine while I watch him shed his shirt and pants.

He kneels down between my knees, and Lucas leans forward to kiss my belly, and presses his lips softly down until he finds my swollen clit.

"Sit up, Allie."

I push myself up and stare down at him. If I were to look straight ahead, it would be my reflection staring back at me in the mirror.

"I'm going to taste this, and you're going to watch yourself in that mirror."

No. No. Absolutely not. "Lucas..."

"Come on, Allie. What did you want me to say?"

My god, he's going to manipulate me now? I take a deep breath and find myself in the mirror. Lucas kneeling in front of me isn't so bad to look at, either.

"You used to hide these." His fingers barely graze the skin under my breasts. "They're so perfect. They're soft and you fed our son with them. They're not uneven, Allie. They're woman. Not a single body is perfect, but yours is flawless to me. So hold them and squeeze them for me."

It's oddly sweet, but it's not me. I glance down at him and he arches a brow at me. "Lucas..."

"Be a good girl." Lucas grabs my hair from behind, pulling until I'm forced to look back up. He releases my hair and parts my lips with his fingers. His pointed tongue skirts around the outside of me and I shudder, squeezing my breasts.

While he swirls his tongue inside of me and sucks on my clit, I see what he sees. My hair he messed up himself. The red lips he likes—I like them too. They are sexy on me. I don't notice the flaws I hide. I just see myself, only naked.

"Oh, fuck."

Lucas reaches around to grab my ass and pulls me closer to him, and my mouth falls open. I do as he said, though. I watch myself with this beautiful man between my legs, desperately drinking everything from my body.

It's like I'm a goddess in this room with him beneath me.

I scoot closer to him and he smiles against me, humming with his approval, sending shocks through me.

"Oh, don't stop. Please, don't stop." Even when I plead with him, I like how I look when I do it. His fingers dig deeper into me and Lucas' tongue and lips send me into overdrive. I watch myself come on his tongue and Lucas doesn't waste time ripping the panties over my heels and on the floor.

"Lucas, what—"

He shoves down his boxer briefs and stands me up. "Fuck, you're so good, Allie." He kisses me and holds me up on my shaky legs before sitting down on the bed where I was before. Lucas pulls me into his lap, my back to his chest, and we stare at one another in the mirror. His bulging dick presses against my back. He reaches down and rubs the outside of my overstimulated pussy.

A whimper escapes me and Lucas smirks, watching me, so I grab my breasts for him and play with them. My heels barely touch the floor, and my legs spread open with him beneath me is something I never imagined enjoying from this angle.

He nibbles on my shoulder and sighs. "Your turn."

Lucas pulls my hands down from my chest and I lift enough for him to position himself at my opening. We keep our eyes on one another while I sink down onto him.

"Oh fuck, just like that." His eyes close and head falls back until I lift back up and slam down onto him. Lucas bites off another curse and grabs my hips, forcing me down harder on him, demanding every awful noise from my throat.

"Watch those tits bounce, Allie." I see more than that, but I'm not repulsed by it. The wet sounds from his dick sliding in and out of me to the slapping of our skin, to every breathy moan Lucas breathes into my ear. I float higher into something else entirely.

Euphoria.

Before I know it, I'm the one in control, grinding my hips on him, chasing a release he's been subtly building all night. I move harder and faster, as he encourages me to keep watching how I look in his eyes. Every labored thrust of my own adds to the tension building, and my body is fully aware of every inch where Lucas makes contact. My eyes squeeze shut and mouth falls wide open when I cry out in ecstasy. Lucas comes right as I clench and spasm around him.

He holds me up to his chest when I fall apart and pulls us down onto our sides on the bed.

"I'll be right back."

Lucas gets up and grabs a towel to clean up my legs and helps me into bed.

Some amount of time passes. Hours, minutes—I don't know. While he holds me from behind, we watch the moon over the ocean and while I'm happy to be here with him, I can't wait to get home.

"You're thinking about him, aren't you?"

I nod. "I miss him."

Jadon's with my dad for the week, and even though I don't mind walking around with an open robe here, I miss the way he likes to just be held or show me the same "trick" on repeat.

"I miss him, too. We should bring him here in the summer. I think he would like it." He holds me tight against his chest. "I love you, Allie."

"I love you, Lucas."

Lucas kisses the side of my head. "Get some sleep. We're practicing for the next kid."