I hope you guys are still willing to read Rose and Lucas' love story. Thank you to those of you who are willing to support me!
Lucas' P.O.V. Cooking with Rose was lots of fun, but the clean up was even better. I seemed to be unable to contain myself around her as I leaned her over the counter after we cleaned up and slammed into her again. She didn't seem to mind through her moans of pleasure, allowing me to cum inside her this time. When she turned to face me she looked so in love that my heart almost stopped. Her beautiful icy blue eyes captivated me like no other. It's hard to describe the warm joy that she makes me feel by just looking at her. I love this woman too much for my own good. She could destroy me if she wanted to, but I know she won't. She's my Rose and I had finally climbed past her thorns and to the center of her soft petals. "I love you, Olive, so very much." I wanted her to hear the sincerity in my voice as I said. Notice the seriousness and the joy in which I told her. I only ever used her real name when I wanted her to know how serious I was being. She looked up at me past those long l
Lucas' P.O.V."This is it!" Rose said, practically jumping in her seat.We pulled into another abandoned warehouse and I began to wonder how Davis found these places. Obviously, this must be highly illegal by the way they switch places and have guards, but yet I don't feel like some criminal. This is something Rose loves and I love watching her do it."You ready?""So ready!" She yelled, before covering her mouth with wide eyes. "Sorry, I'm just really excited.""Don't be sorry. I love it." I leaned forward kissing her soft lips tenderly. "Let's go win!" I raised my eyebrows at her, making her smile and nod.We headed in, running into Carter outside the door."Twinkle Toes! Wasn't sure if we would be seeing you or not. Glad to know you chose to stay." He hugged her tightly."Careful not to kill me," she heaved as he squished her."Oh, my bad. I forget how delicate you are despite your badass fighting skills." He smiled. Carter seemed to have the warmest smile of all, only making him b
Olive's P.O.V. "You look too good to go out." Lucas whispered in my ear by our front door. "Whatever, says the one who's too hot for his own good." I rolled my eyes at him. We were heading out to meet Leo, Lisa and Rachel –who had come into town again. We decided to try the new nightclub that just opened up. It's supposed to be hard to get in to but Lucas and Leo's money made that an easy problem to solve apparently. "Are you going to dance with me all night, Rose?" He asked me as we headed to the car. "Maybe or maybe I'll dance with Lisa or Rachel too." I winked at him, teasing him in my own way. "Fine then when you dance with them I'll dance with Leo. It'll be too hot for you to resist and you'll come begging me to dance." He joked. "Oh, I'd actually really like to see that." I laughed, wondering if Leo would ever agree to that. Probably not. "Consider it done then." He winked at me again before pulling out of our parking spot. The air was cold with winter rolling in. I won
Olive's P.O.V. I don't understand what compels a man to hit a woman. Is it the fact that they like to prey on the weak? Do they get pleasure from it? Is there no real remorse? "I'm here for Lisa," I told the man sternly, wiping that smile off his face completely. "She's not here." He crossed his arms, noticing the guys around me now. "I know she's not. I'm here to deliver a message from her to you. Or really from me to you." I punched him right in the throat, making him step back into the apartment, allowing us to enter. Carter closed the door behind him, locking it to the man's horror. The guy here his neck as he coughed profusely. He looked at me furiously as he pulled his fist back. I avoided his obvious punch, returning one of my own to his diaphragm. He let out of breath with groan. I beat the shit out of him, punching him, kicking him in the groin. "If you so much even look at Lisa again, I'll let these two handle you next time. Maybe you'll realize not all women are punchi
Olive's P.O.V. It seems things come faster when you're dreading them. Tonight was Lucas' last night before he leaves for his cabin trip. We decided to spend the day together just the two of us. There was a lot of fucking…and I mean a lot. He said he wanted to get his weeks worth and that when he came back he'd do it again. My legs were completely useless to me right now, having been ravished by the sex god I get to call my boyfriend. We were talking about small silly things on the couch now. Trivial matters that kept the conversation going and light. We were trying to stay happy and positive, even though it felt like Lucas was taking a piece of me with him. I know I'm being dramatic, it's only a week, but still. It's a week and we haven't been apart since his accident. It's almost been two months now. It's a big difference when you go from seeing someone every day to not at all for a week. "Favorite memory?" He asked me. "That's a hard one," I said, tapping my finger on my chin as
Olive's P.O.V. I woke up throwing up again. I hate stomach bugs, especially when I have a long drive ahead. I'll probably have to pull over a lot more if I continue to stay nauseous. This better stop before Thanksgiving because I refuse to not feel well enough to eat Hailey's family's cooking or Leo's for that matter. I grabbed my suitcase and headed towards the amazing car mom left me. She made sure I was taken care of before she left, maybe as her way of making up for those long years without her. I threw the suitcase in the trunk, before taking my seat. I had to adjust the driver seat, since Lucas drove last. I wish he was driving me now. Maybe next time I go, I'll take him with me and he can see where I liked to hang out. I started the playlist I created this morning for the road trip. It was a mixture of energized music and soft melancholy tunes. I wanted to wallow in missing Lucas, but also needed to not get tired. I forget how beautiful the drive home can be with the foliage
Lucas’ P.O.V. My sweet Rose arrived in her hometown a little while ago. She had been sending me texts all day about what she was up to. I snapped a picture of the hot chocolate I was drinking beside the fire with Lisa, sending it to her with a smile. Rose: You have hot chocolate, but I have joe. She replied with a picture of a cup of coffee and a big burly tattooed man that looked like he could butcher people for a living. Rose has some interesting company. Lucas: Should I be worried? Rose: Ha! No way. Joe’s my mom’s ex, my tattoo artist and my therapist all in one. You'll meet him when we come here together. I smiled, knowing she wanted me to come with her next time. I liked that she wanted to introduce me to others. She's not afraid to show me off. Lucas: And when will that be? I'm not a very patient man, you know. Rose: How about the week after championship? Lucas: Sounds perfect. I miss you. I'll let you focus on Joe now. Rose: I love you Lucas: I love you too. Rose: I
Olive's P.O.V. After talking with Joe for most of the afternoon. I decided to head to the bookstore. The one, that according to Joe, dad's girlfriend works at. He told me her name and described her in Joe terms. "Blank skin, very plain. She's got a long neck that could use some free birds. Dark hair, and a round face that screams innocence. She's young too." He told me. So now here I am, stepping inside some book shop to spy on dad's girlfriend. I wonder if she even knows about me? Has she seen any pictures of me. There was only one that hung on our walls. Any that had mom in them had been burned away when I turned 12, leaving just one hanging frame of me when I was a baby, sporting a big toothless grin. I don't think she'd be able to recognize me from that picture, even if she had seen it. I grabbed a book off a display table, flipping it and looking interested in it as I eyed the dark haired woman behind the counter. Her name was Daisy according the name tag. She had a round face