Synching With the Devil's Son

Chapter 129

Lucine's P.O.V.

After I drop my mother and dog off at home, I head back to Bella's house on my motorcycle. I know how much fun she had riding it last week, and I start thinking of places I can take her, coming up with the perfect plan. I stop to purchase some mint chocolate ice cream with chocolate chips and fudge from Marble Slab, and then hightail it to her house before the ice cream resembles a cup of milk she'll have to re-freeze. It's still in it's ice cream form when I get there, and her eyes light up when I hand it to her.

"If you keep bringing gifts every time you show up here, I'm going to have to reward you," she tells me, smiling as she sticks the spoon into her ice cream, brining it slowly up to her mouth.

"That's what I'm counting on," I tell her, spellbound as I watch her put the spoon in her mouth and pull it out slowly.

"Do you want some?" she asks, spooning another bite and handing it to me.

I shake my head. "I would like to taste it off you though. May I?"

She smiles widely, takes an enormous bite and puts the cup down on her desk. Then she saunters over to me and grabs me by the back of my neck, pressing her mouth against mine. I groan when she allows my tongue to fight with hers, the ice cream spilling into my mouth as I kiss her. When we pull apart, I look down at her and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "So delicious," I murmur, staring into her beautiful eyes. "I love you Bella, don't ever doubt that."

She looks at me quizzically, "Why do you think I would doubt that?"

"I don't know, in case I say or do something stupid," I tell her with a self-depreciating smile.

"Don't worry Lucien, I'm sure we'll both say and do stupid things. We just have to have faith in each other," she says, running her hands down the front of my shirt. When she gets to the waistband of my jeans, she looks up at me through her lashes. Holy Hell do I want this girl. She smiles seductively when she sees the evidence of how much she affects me pushing against my zipper, and I grab her hands, placing them on my chest. "There are two things that can happen here," I tell her, adjusting the bulge of my burgeoning erection for comfort. "We can continue down the path you've started on or I can help you study for your math test tomorrow. If you pick the first path, I promise you will be screaming my name within five minutes, and if you pick studying, I promise to have you screaming my name later this evening," I tell her, kissing the back of her hands. "It's not a question of if, but rather when, I'm going to make love to you."

She smiles and nods at me, looks at her backpack, and sighs heavily. I know what her answer is going to be before she says anything. We open her math book and I quiz her on limits, derivatives and integrals from her calculus book. She knows them all, and we only spend an hour going over everything. "Are you confident enough to call it a day?" I ask her hopefully. When she nods I smile and say, "Do you want to go for a ride on my motorcycle again?"

"Yes, that was fun! Where do you want to go?" she asks excitedly.

I look at her smiling brightly up at me and say, "How about we head over to Knoxville and take a look at houses around campus?"

"Why do you want to look at houses around the University?" she asks with her brows furrowed.

I chuckle lightly. "I don't need to go to college Bella, I've had plenty of education, but since you're going to be in Knoxville in a few months, I will be moving there too."

"So, you're just going to buy a house near UT?"

"That's my plan," I tell her, quirking my lips at her. "I don't want to deter you from having a college experience, so if you want to live on campus with a roommate, I'll support your decision. If you get sick of her or want to save money by not paying for room and board, you can live at my house. I just want...." I don't get to finish before she throws herself at me, kissing me hard.

"I would love to live with you Lucien, I don't need to be on campus," she says, breathless after our passionate kiss.

I smile and take her hand. "Then let's go look for a house to buy," I tell her, pulling her out of her room and down the stairs. I hand her a helmet and she climbs on, scooting back to allow me to swing my leg over the seat of my motorcycle. Then she wraps her arms around me and I start the engine, squealing the tires in the driveway as we speed toward our future.