Lucy's Boo

Chapter 20

After taking some time, I gather my thoughts. What was really my issue with this situation? Is it the feeling that there is something more between them? Is there something more between us? Whatever it is, I have got to get to the bottom of it.

I open the bedroom door. The house is empty.

"Irv?" I call out. I go, room to room. He isn't here. With my reaction to today's events, why would I expect him to be.

Opening the door,  I step out and look around.

"HIs truck is still here. Irv?" I call to him again.

I walk around the side of the house, and there he is. He has his headphones on, so no wonder he didn't hear my trying to find him. I didn't know that he had turned his garage into a mini fitness studio. Guess that made sense as I have always seen his cars parked outside. Barefoot and still dressed from earlier, I walk over towards him. He is sitting on a workout bench, his shirtless back facing me. There must be some of his clothes in the other room. He was no longer in his suit, but in those signature jogging pants. 

Irv stands and turns in my direction as I make my way to him. He flinches a little when noticing me standing there. He takes off his headphones and sits them on the bench.

"Meredith." Irv says my name with a sigh of relief. I am relieved also that he isn't upset with me.

"Hey." I say calmly, taking a seat on a stool located just outside the garage.

"Can we talk?" I ask politely. No anger. No harsh words. Just conversation to get a better understanding.

"Of course. Would you like to go inside?" he asks as he removes his workout gloves.

"No. It's nice out here."

"Agreed." 

I hang my head. He comes to me.

Concerned, he asks "Meredith, what's wrong? You can tell me, whatever it is. Is it about earlier? Allison?"

I take in a deep breath. "I just...I just...I don't know how I am supposed to feel." I can feel the tears well up in my eyes. 

I burry my head in his chest and begin to sob.

"Hey...Hey. Don't do that." His voice filled with pain. "I don't want to see you cry."

I can't help myself. There is a flurry of emotions pouring out from withing and I can't build a dam fast enough to catch them.

"It's just...I"m in love with you." Meek and exhausted I look at him. He looks as if I had just told him I was pregnant. I don't know if that is fear, shock or both in his eyes. His mouth has no words.

I leap from the stool and run towards the house. "I knew I shouldn't have said anything."

I make it inside near the living room when I feel of Irv's grip on my arm.

"WAIT!! WILL YOU PLEASE STOP AND TALK TO ME!!" He lowers his tone after seeing the frightened look on my face.

"We can't get anything accomplished if we can't talk.I beg you, calm down and let's talk."

I collapse of the floor, a disastrous mess of wild hair and runny mascara. He takes his hands and begins to wipe the black streaks from my face. 

"Do you know that I have loved you since the first day I saw you? Do you know how difficult it is to see someone you want, need but can't have? I have dated, I have had serious relationships, even got engaged, but I could never fully commit. Do you know why?" He glances down at me, whipping the rest of my sadness away.

 "It is because, you have my heart. I watched you grow up and turn into this amazing, intelligent, gorgeous woman. How could I commit to someone, when my true love is right in front of me?" He states with all genuineness.

"How? How could you have known any of that? I was a teenager when we met. You, much older. What was it that you felt I could do for you that a woman your age could not?" 

The idea is gross and wrong. You loved me from the moment you met me. I was thirteen when we met. He was 23. That is a crime here in the states and he wants me to take it as a compliment?

Why am I thinking so much into this? Ugh...

"I was not worried about your age, because I had no desire to pursue you. If I'm not mistaken, you made it clear your desire for me, back then." Irv says matter-of-factly.

"And, so! I had a crush on every guy I met back then." I said as I transition from upset to irritated. 

"So, the point is, the feelings were mutual. I just was not about to act on them. I have more common sense than that. If/when the opportunity presented itself, I knew we would take advantage." He grabs both of my hands and pulls me towards him.

I resist. He insists. I climb into his lap.

"Now look at us. Here, together. Enjoying each other when the timing was right." He wipes away the remainder of my tears.

"So what does this mean? I don't know how to navigate this. I have these feelings for you, but at the same time I don't want to read more into this than I should."

He looks me dead in my eyes. I want to look away, but I can't.

"What does this means? You love me right?" I shake my head yes. "And I love you." My eyes widen. "So I guess that means, you are now my woman. You are MINE, in all ways."

"Yours?" I ask unassure with my understanding.

"Yes. Mine. I don't want things to remain casual like they are. I want to grow with you. I want you be with you and only you. I want to build a future with you." My mind immediately jumps to Allison.

I have to ask.

"So you and Allison. You guys have never hooked up? Not a kiss, not a hand job, no..." He stops me mid rant.

"No. We have become great friends, but we have always remained professional. Like I told you before, she is not anyone you need to worry about."

I guess that is a sufficient enough answer. I mean, he has never given me a reason to doubt what he tells me. 

Thus far.

He motions to get ready to stand. I move out of the way, allowing him to get up. He helpse me up and brings me in for a hug. I can't help my melt, faith restored.

Irv releases me and walks towards the kitchen.

"Now, you must be hungry. What do you have a taste for?" He asks while reviewing what was in the refrigerator.

"I'm not really hungry." I sit on one of the bar stools at the counter.

"You need to eat. You haven't had anything since this morning. That's not healthy. How about a salad with grilled chicken?"

I nod my head in agreement with his suggestion. While he cooks, we continue our talks about the past and how things made it to where it is now. To know that he has loved me all of this time is shocking to say the least. My crush for him, I thought, was just a phase, not understanding that it was the seed planted to grow into this.

It takes him no time at all to make my salad. Grilled chicken adorn the fresh greens. Tomatoes, cucumbers, cranberries, and croutons add the extra pop of flavor and color. A vinegarette dressing drizzeled on top brings all the ingredients together. He pairs it with one of my favorite white wines.

He knows me so well.

After dinner, we shower and settle into bed. With a tshirt and boyshorts on, I lay across the bed, deciding on a movie selection, Bad Boys For Life. Irv is next to me switching between his computer and phone. 

"This merger must be major. You guys are working like your lives depend on it." I say, peaking trying to get a glimpse of his screen.

"This corporation has had bids from several companies through the years. They have been wanting to merge with a financial institution for the longest, but they didn't have anyone they felt their shareholders would approve. My company sent me last year to pitch and put in our offer. We were the only one's they would accept. This last six months has been a bunch of back and forth, making sure everyone is comfortable. Paris is the official signing and closing of the deal."

Wow. Now I see why he has been so tense over the past few months. I can only imagine the stress he has been under, and here I go acting immature and in my feelings.

I could slap my damn self.

"If I haven't said it yet, thank you for bringing me along. I just hope I am not a distraction for you while we are there." He smiles.

"And, I am sorry for making this any more stressful that it needs to be. I don't know. My emotions have been all over the place lately." 

Irv closes his laptop, putting it and his phone on the nightstand.

"I would agree. You were being a brat for sure, especially closing me out of my own room." He shakes his head.

He rolls over, putting his body on top of my back. I spread my legs apart to let him in. He bends down, kissing me on the shoulders and neck.

"I would say that there is some making up you should be doing for your attitude today."

My breathing pauses.

"There is" I say, voice a little shaky.

In that voice he gets before he begins is seduction of my body, he say "there is."

I leaves a trail of kisses, starting at my neck, down my back, ending with a bite on my ass cheek. 

"Hey" The sensation causescan wetness to begin to accumulate, my Lucy throbbing with her want for him.

He slides my shorts off, spreading my legs farther apart while I'm still laying on my stomach. His hands each take hold of a cheek, gripping it tight. 

Smack. Irv swats them both, sending a pleasant vibration through my body. He then takes his hands, grabbing me by the hips, placing me on all fours. Kicking my hands from underneath me, my chest and face are on the bed, ass up in the air.

"Perfect" I growls.

His fingers do his bidding, rubbing and caressing her, offering her an  invitiation to experience intense satification.

From his fingers to his mouth. He talks to my Lucy. He talks to my whole s*x,front to back. Back to front. Not neglecting any part.

I bury my face in the comfort, muffling my moans as the increase in frequency. 

"I'm so close" I pant.

"Not yet. Do you deserve it?" Sounding like a scolding parent. He drives me further, closer and closer to the cliff of climax.

BAMM!! He slams is warm erection inside of me.

I scream.

"Hush. Don't make a sound." He says in a commanding voice.

"What?! You serious?" I feel my knees buckling, on the verge of collapsing onto my stomach.

"Dead, serious."

Irv grips my the top of my ass with both hands and starts pounding away. I can feel him rearranging all of my internal organs. I try to move, he pulls me back, holding me firmly in place.

Over and over and over, he pounds into me. The faster he goes, the more I cream.He increases my inablity to remain silent by putting his thumb in my ass. 

Feels. So. Good. 

I am damn near suffocating myself, trying to do what I was told. Eventually, my legs give out under his punishing pressure. I lay on my stomach.

It's like he grew three more inches. The sounds of my ass smacking against him sound like crashing waves in the ocean. I can't hold it in anymore.

I scream. Calling his name. I swear I am going to have a hand print left on me when he is done.

I explode all over him and myself. He experiences pleasure with me, tumbling on top of me. 

Still inside of me, we roll onto our sides, spooning. 

Are those stars I see?

We lay there, breathing hard, holding each other. It takes some time to regain my legs and mind. I am the first to get up. I go into the bathroom, getting a hot towel. I come back and wrap it around him.

He moans.

Gentle gestures, up and down, cleaning myself off of him. Couldn't tell where he began and I ended. 

I climb back into bed. He nuzzles up behind in, pulling me closer to him. His body radiating heat, warming me. 

"Meredith, I love you. Remember that." His voice fading and he falls asleep.

I whisper, "I love you too" as I close my eyes.

Another night in the books put to sleep by the wonderful music our bodies make together.

I wonder what adventure tomorrow holds for us.