LLucy’s Revenge(Divine Creek Ranch 15)(70)

She nodded.

“Son of a bitch. He says something like that to you and then has the gall to get upset with you for breaking up with him and burns your house down?”

“He has a need for the last word,” Lucy said in explanation.

“What he really needs is my boot up his ass,” Beck growled. She giggled and snuggled back against him. “Do any of the guys know about this son of a bitch?”

“Seth knows. I asked him to not talk about it. It’s in the past. I haven’t heard one word from Chuck since I broke up with him and I want it to stay that way.” Even in the dark, she saw the look they shared. “I mean it, guys. His family could make a lot of trouble.” Patrick growled and then they dropped it, pulling her down between them and helping her get comfortable again. She told herself that it was her worries about her current relationship that were dredging up that old dream and tried to put the past from her mind. If she didn’t, it might poison her future. She was a different person now. A year wiser and more confident.



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Beck’s shoulders and back ached from the day’s work and he stopped to stretch again. He smiled, thinking he might get Lucy to have mercy on him and give him a back rub when he got to her house, if she didn’t get upset with him for interrupting her night alone. He knew he’d been grasping at straws when he’d taken the first feeble excuse he could come up with as reason to go to her house Monday night.

He’d worked all day out at the hives, and then in his workroom at the house, harvesting honey, and Lucy had occupied his mind quite a bit of the day. Her dream had disturbed him more than he could say, and the need to see her, spend time with her, had increased until he’d finally given in, recalling that she’d asked for a jar of honey the weekend before.

He pulled up behind her little red SUV on the driveway and when he opened the truck door he could hear the beat of music coming from her house. He smiled, knowing that Lucy liked to enjoy her music at a high volume.

He knocked on the side door that led into the kitchen and when she didn’t answer, he used the key she’d given him and let himself inside her house. She didn’t hear the door close over the music. It was after six and all the shades and curtains were drawn so the house was dim. He closed the door and paused in the kitchen, inhaling the aroma of something delicious baking in the oven mingled with the scent of laundry detergent and fabric softener. Laundry and dinner on her own. Sounded lonely.

Yeah, keep telling yourself that, fool. You just wanna know what she’s reeeeally up to.

He squatted down when Lucy’s cat, Waldo, came running to him and rubbed enthusiastically against his hands and his pant legs and flopped onto his back for a belly rub. His purring was even audible over the music.

The song playing on the stereo in the living room was vaguely familiar and he grinned wide when he remembered it. His dick hardened as he remembered sliding into her hot little ass the night before while “I Belong To You” by Lenny Kravitz had been playing. That is one damn fine memory, too. Evidently Lucy agreed, because he could hear her singing along with it in the living room. His eyes adjusted and his jaw all but hit the floor when he saw movement in the corner of his eye and turned to look.

Lucy was taking laundry from her washer, in the utility room off the kitchen, and putting it in the dryer…naked. He knew he should’ve made his presence known immediately but he didn’t. He kept watching. Each time she leaned over to reach the bottom of the washer, he got a glimpse of her sweet little pussy, which was a bit pink. His dick twitched when the slickness there caught the fading light. After starting another load, she turned and went back to the living room through the other door in the utility room.

What the hell is she up to? He knew she was alone because there was only one place set at the table, including a big goblet of chilled red wine. The beat of the music throbbed and he realized the same song was starting again. The thought that she was reliving last night through the music made him smile.

He’d scare the crap out of her if he didn’t make his presence known. He felt a little guilty because it seemed obvious that she was enjoying her evening alone. He’d apologize and leave the honey with her. But maybe she’d like it even more if he offered to stay.

“Lucy!” he called out over the music. “It’s me, Beck!”

He chuckled at her small squeal from the living room. A second later she turned down the music and hurried into the kitchen dressed in her silky bathrobe. Her nipples were peaked against the satiny fabric and her cheeks were flushed as she tied the sash at her waist. She was smiling.