Something Missing: A Love Story (Is This Love? Book 2) by J. Nichole

Author:J. Nichole [Nichole, J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Not the Last Page
Published: 2024-01-18T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER

FIFTEEN

Journey

Dickmatize. As I pulled the yellow dress over my head, the word bounced around my head. I repeated it under my breath as I strapped on my sandals. I chanted it, cheer style, as I packed my purse. “D I C K…” I looked up to the ceiling. “M A T I Z E.”

The in between. It was the only thing that got me beyond the apology Luke gave. Because I was there for a good time, not a long time. His admission to being an ass was cool. Certainly necessary. But a red flag for sure. At least he acknowledged his truth. Respected me enough to apologize. Would he be anything more than an upgrade to my vibrator? It wasn’t looking like it.

I twirled to the window. The vendor tents and people crowded my view of the lake. The music flowing from the stage had me excited to join them. Mid-sway, a loud knock made me pause. I looked over my shoulder and laughed at myself. “Luke.”

He looked like a dickmatizer when I opened the door too. “Hey there.” His tongue traced his lips. “Damn, it’s been a long week.” He walked toward me, and I stepped backward. “That yellow dress is…” His words faltered as he continued following me into the house. The door shut behind him and he cornered me against the kitchen counter where my purse sat. “Can I kiss you?” His whisper tickled the back of my neck.

“Yes,” I breathed. Chill. You’ve kissed a man before. Hell, you’ve kissed Luke before.

His soft lips reminded me how sweet those kisses were. How intimate when his tongue entered my mouth. How dickmatizing when his arm reached around my waist, and my pussy throbbed.

I rested my hand on his chest and strained my neck away from him. “We better leave before we never do.” I assured him, “We can pick this up after the festival.” I trailed my hand down his torso, and let it rest in his hand.

Instead of moving, he rested his forehead on mine. “Promise?”

I tapped my fingers across the back of his hand, settled my beating heart, and urged my pussy to relax. “Of course.” Then I looked at him and said, “We have a little making up to do.”

“Sure the hell do.”

I led him to the door, and he smacked my ass. Dickmatize.

The two of us strolled, hand-in-hand, along the sidewalk. We were the couple I watched from the window two years prior. As we stopped at a local vendor with carved wood, I said, “Isn’t this amazing?”

Luke wasn’t as impressed but still managed a small smile. “Yeah.”

“It’ll look cute on my coffee table, don’t you think?” I held up the carved wood. “Next to the clay vase we made.”

His head tilted to the side and his nose crinkled. There was a no hidden in his eyes. “Next to the vase?” He pointed to the carving in my hand. “Like on the table. Side-by-side?”

“Uh huh.”

He bit his lip and I almost forgot I was holding wood in my hand.

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