Olive's P.O.V.
My phone buzzed way too early in the morning for my liking. I groaned as I reached for it with closed eyes. It had been a week now since I spread mom's ashes with Lucas, Leo and Hailey. I started going back to regular classes and thankfully hadn't fallen too far behind.
"Hello?" I answered, not caring that I sounded hoarse from sleep.
"Good morning, am I speaking with Olivia Brewer?" An elegant woman's voice came through. I cleared my throat, sitting up on the bed more.
"This is she. May I ask who I'm speaking with?"
"Hello, Ms. Brewer, my name is Tammy and I'm the genealogist who performed your BRACA gene test."
My heart stilled and my palms began to sweat as I awaited for her to continue. Do I have the gene?
"I am sorry to inform you that you do carry the BRACA gene. You have options, and it isn't a certainty that will get breast cancer, you're just more likely than others. I suggest having regular screenings. The results were sent to your PCP as well, and she should be reaching out to you to explain your options. Do you have any questions for me?"
I was frozen for a moment, letting the line go silent. I had the gene, just like mom. It was scary to think. I pictured mom's withering body and then imagined myself looking the same. I swallowed hard before I answered.
"No, no questions. Thank you for letting me know."
"Of course. Have a good day Ms. Brewer."
"You as well."
I hung up, sitting up on my bed just staring at the indigo wall across from me. I had officially moved into Mom's loft yesterday. This was my first night sleeping in this bed. I was all alone, trying to digest this information.
Lucas: Open the door, I'll be there in two minutes with breakfast.
The text surprised me as I wasn't expecting him today. Lucas and Leo both had been very helpful and comforting throughout this whole thing. Lucas felt like a completely different person. It was a side of him I never thought I'd see, and it had definitely muddied the water again. I opened the door just as Lucas appeared before it.
"Good morning, Rose. I have your favorite." He smiled widely at me as he stepped inside.
He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me towards him, before his lips met my forehead. He hadn't kissed me, hit on me, or tried to have sex with me since mom died. I think he was trying to respect my grieving.
"And what is my favorite?" I asked him, closing the door, turning to him.
"Banana nut muffin, and a caramel frappe." He produced the items on the table as he spoke. He wasn't wrong either.
"How'd you figure that out?" I raised a brow at him.
"I have my ways." He winked at me, taking a seat at the small round table pushed against the wall, between the living room and kitchen.
"Hmm, I am not sure I like that." I took a bite of my muffin with a smirk on my face.
"I think you do." He leaned forward, rubbing his thumb over the corner of my lips at the crumbs.
"How do you know I wasn't saving those for later?" I arched my brow, being stupid.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I'll make sure to leave your crumbs alone." He feigned being apologetic, making me let out a small laugh.
"Good." I nodded, taking another bite and intentionally getting a lot of crumbs around my mouth.
"I lied." Lucas told me as he leaned forward and licked the crumbs off the corner of my moth.
I froze, as he did the same to the other side. I felt myself taking deeper breaths, loving the sensation of his tongue against me. I hadn't noticed that I had missed it, until now.
"Lucas." I let his name slip as a kind of warning.
"Yes, Rose?" He leaned back the slightest, having our noses barely touch.
"Kiss me." I whispered, hoping that he wouldn't hold back.
"Are you sure, Rose?"
I nodded my head, within seconds feeling his hot lips on my own. I was so hungry for him, a week without him had apparently been too much for my body as it quivered for more. Lucas held the back of my neck, deepening the kiss further. His tongue swept over my bottom lip before he caged it between his, pulling back with it. I moaned as he did it, opening my eyes to see the hunger in him as well.
"Take me, Lucas." I told him, grabbing his face and pulling it back towards me.
He didn't fight it, running his hand up my thigh squeezing it around my hip. He kissed me further, sliding his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues wrestled with one another for dominance. Lucas broke our kiss first, moving his lips down to my neck just above my collar bone. My breath came out shaky as the pleasure began to pool inside me. My breathing was heavy with lust as I held onto the back of his neck, pushing him deeper toward me.
He grabbed my legs, pulling me with my chair towards him. My legs wrapped around his waist with me practically on his lap now. He slid his hand under the oversized shirt I had worn to bed. There was no bra on, allowing him to squeeze at my breast. I moaned, feeling taken over with lust between his mouth on my neck and his hand on my breast.
"Lucas.." I moaned his name, almost pleading, causing him to smirk against me.
He stood with me attached to him as he carried me to the couch. He slide my shorts and underwear off, while I took my shirt off. He pulled his pants down enough to release his massive manhood. I licked my lips happily as he used it to spread my wet folds. He slapped it against my cl*t causing me to yell in surprise.
I gripped onto the top of the couch as Lucas grabbed both my legs and held them up against his chest. He inserted himself in me with ease, slapping against me quickly. I moaned loudly as he continued his rhythm. He was thrusting in me with a force that was both painful and pleasurable. He was hungry for me too, like he'd been starving this whole week, and I was the first meal he was having.
"Deeper, Lucas!" I almost yelled feeling myself getting close already.
Lucas obliged my request, forcefully thrusting against me until I was seeing stars. I yelled with a high pitched squeal as I came against him with my legs still pressed against his chest. He continued his rhythm, forcing me to ride out the waves of ecstasy. He came deep inside me a few minutes later, making me moan again as his seed hit my cervix.
"Fu.ck, Rose. I've missed you." He groaned as he kissed me passionately again.
"I could say the same." I smirked at him, feeling a pleasurable high I hadn't felt in a while.
Lucas kissed my neck then my stomach before he stood back up, sliding out of me. He handed me some tissues to clean myself up with. He was so damn handsome the way he pushed his hair back over his head. His tattoos were damn sexy, moving with his muscles.
I heard my phone vibrate again, making me sigh as I saw the number. So much for staying in this blissful high.