To Be Yours Again-Chapter 249 A taste

*LORENZO

"Oh my God!" Danica exclaimed after having a taste.

"You didn’t think I would be able to cook so well, did you?"I sneered.

"The salt is out of this world.” She let out and Lucy started laughing.

Oh man.

I summoned courage and tasted the meal.

Ahh.

One wasn’t supposed to consume something as salty as this.

"I feel heartbroken.” I bit out and the two of them laughed at me, continuously.

"Well, we could offer to push the meal down our throats concerning the fact that you spent a while getting this prepared, but we’re scared of what the salt might do to us, right baby?"

Lucy nodded. “I’m sorry, Andro... I’m not with you on this one.” She said, laughing.

I sighed. I can’t even bring myself to think of eating this up either.

"But all in all, you did great, you could watch me cook sometimes to see where the error is.” She offered.

I grinned and then she placed an order of pizzas.

I went to get it from the front door when the delivery guy arrived.

And as we ate, we watched one of Lucy’s cartoons again.

I’m starting to like these crazy animations.

Lucy fell asleep and I took her to her bedroom.

I headed back to Danica’s bedroom to check on her one more time.

I leaned against the door seeing her knee-deep in the book she was reading.

I took a peek at the cover to see what kept her so entranced, and I smiled when I saw it.

Man into Woman, written by Lili Elbe and published posthumously in 1933.

I watched her as she read the book.

Her eyes darted along the pages erratically, reading and rereading, like she couldn’t believe what she was taking in.

"Oh my gosh.” She said in a whisper. “No"

I wanted to interject...to ask a question and pick her brain.

But it was the most vulnerable and the most emotional I had seen her in weeks.

I studied her, I took her in, I committed the scene to memory.

She flipped the pages effortlessly, as if the action was ingrained into her muscle memory.

I leaned closer to see more of her face and that action pulled her from her trance.

"What?" She asked with a lovely smile.

I wish she could be smiling at me everytime.

"Whatever you’re reading must be good.” I said.

"It’s an incredible book. Have you read it?"

"I haven’t."

"It’s about the first ever medically documented transgender female.”

"That’s one hell of a book."

"It’s a great story. Her journey is..." She shook her head as tears rose to her eyes.

“I can’t imagine what she went through.” I said.

"Me either.”

"Maybe I could read it once you’re done?" I can’t believe I was suggesting this.

Was I a lover of books?

"Sure, are you going to keep standing there?"

I grinned, uneasily.

Was she inviting me in or is she sending me back to the living room?

"Come in already.” She urged as if reading my mind.

I nodded and walked into her bedroom, situating myself on her bed.

"How’s your foot?" I asked, genuinely concerned.

"Though it still hurts but I’m fine.”

"I don’t mean to pry but do you have other family members apart from Lucy?" I asked, curiously.

"No. I’m an Orphan.”

"What happened Lucy’s Dad?"

"I fell pregnant with Lucy after I broke up with him. Our break up had been kinda rough, with him dumping and sending me away. The last thing he’d want is a child with me.”

"Well, it’s his loss, Lucia is a great kid, her smile is contagious and she gives people this kinda joy that I can’t explain"

Danica suddenly eyed me.

"What are you trying to say? It’s his loss, was Lucy the only person he lost? And my smile isn’t contagious enough? I don’t give anyone joy?"

I laughed.

Was she seriously jealous of her daughter?

"No, say it directly to my face, you..."

I shut her up with a soft kiss.

She melted into my arms instantly, sighing as I nibbled her lips.

"You are sweet when you want to be. He lost you too...to hell with him.” I said and she smiled.

I tried to ignore the way my heart was pounding.

"Sweet when I want to be?"She asked.

I nodded."Yeah, you can also be bitter"

She gasped and smacked my arm.

"What about Lorenzo?"I asked.

I was more curious about him, the fucking guy whose name she keeps moaning.

"Well...he...em...we didn’t have any kind of connection of a sort. He just...I don’t even know why I keep saying his name...he treated me badly." She confessed.

She hadn’t been lucky with men at all.

I decided to stop talking about this topic.

It was more than enough that she was telling me this much about her life.

This was unlike Danica.

"Sometimes, I get so scared, people always leave, my parents, Lucy’s Dad...”

I cupped her cheeks, tenderly.

"There’s nothing wrong with you, Danica. You’re a great person...a great mother. Don’t ever think low of yourself because of anyone. You’re literally Lucy’s whole world. You’re a wonderful person.”

I suddenly wanted to tell her that I would never leave.

But I couldn’t make that promise.

She leaned against me and I pressed my lips to her forehead.

Something was happening to me.

Was it bad or good?

************

I laid on my side, watching Danica as she slept.

This was my favorite time when we were together.

I loved it even more than the times when we were physically intimate or when we spent time in each other’s company.

It was because I revelled in the fact that I could look at her to my heart’s content.

I was well aware that I was acting like a besotted fool, unable to look at anything or anyone else when she was in the room.

I brushed a few strands of hair off her cheek and she stirred but didn’t open her eyes, merely rubbed her cheek into the pillow.

Just as I began to relax, she exhaled softly then smiled, murmuring my name.

Andro.

I froze, staring at her but she said nothing more and her breathing evened.

Was she dreaming about me?

I looked back up at the ceiling.

Thinking of regaining my memories and returning to where I belong made me feel desolate.

I won’t get to see Danica and Lucy everyday.

What kind of life was I even going back to?

What kind of person was I?

And at the same time...I was worried.

What did I do to deserve being battered like that?

Had someone tried to kill me?

"Good morning.”

Her lovely voice brought me back from my trance.

I stared down at her.

"You’re awake. Good morning"

"Are you okay? I’ve been staring at you for a while and you looked worried."

**********

*DANICA*

He sighed.

"I was just thinking about my life. What kind of person do you think I was?"

I stared into his eyes.

At moment like this, it’s hard to see him as Lorenzo.

It was as if Lorenzo and Andro were two different people and I love being with Andro.

I shouldn’t love it at all because at the end, they’re one and the same.

At the end, he was going to regain his memories and if I don’t tell him that I know him soon, he was gonna be so fucking mad at me.

But how do I tell him?

He was going to get angry, I might bring back the Lorenzo in him.

"I don’t know.”

"You were extremely mean to me before because you said I looked bad, what made you think so?"

"I just...I just made my assumptions,I mean when I saw you at the beach...I ..I thought maybe you were a fugitive or a mafia...you know.”

I winced...my lies keep piling up.

He sighed.

Wanting to comfort him, I placed my hand above his.

Then he gave me this look, like he needed me more than anything else. It was unsettling...it made me feel uneasy.

I took my hand away from his, trying to gather my thoughts.

Of course he needed me, he needs a place to continue staying until he gets better mentally.

It was no biggie.

"I should take my bath now and start the day’s work.” I announced, breaking the awkward silent.

"What about your bandage?"

I winced thinking about yesterday.

The biker wasn’t to blame.

I just stood at the front of the restaurant with my goods.

Everything else had ceased to operate around me as the thought of one man clouded my head.

The biker had been signalling me with his hooter to move out of the road.

God.

I had to try and concentrate.

Sure, the sex is good but I should try not to think about it everytime.

"I can redress it, my foot didn’t really need a bandage. Cora had just insisted on it because she was worried."

"Okay. Let me help you up."

Before I could protest, I was already in his arms.

"I can run the bath myself." I told him when he got to my bedroom.

He nodded and slowly lowered me to my feet.

As I ran the bath and took off my clothes.

I heard a growl emanate from his chest.

I reached for the control panel, then got into the tub, naked.

But I wasn’t in there by myself for long.

I turned around and saw Lorenzo approach, taking off his clothes.

My tits hardened at the sight as he stripped for my viewing pleasure.

"Let’s finish what we started yesterday...but there’s no Lorenzo... it’s Andro, understand?"He warned.

I nodded.

He quirked a brow before he rushed to me.

His arm wrapped around me and held me tightly to him, and I pressed into his chest.

I gasped as his lips met mine.

Heated...Domineering...wanton.

His tongue forced its way through my lips as his cock slipped between my legs, bouncing and pulsing as it rested against my pussy folds.

I wrapped my arms around his neck.

I moaned into his lips.

He fisted my body and sank us into the water, sitting to the side before he pulled me into his lap.

I straddled him and felt the tip of his cock catch my entrance.

I paused to take it all in, the bubbles rolling.

Lorenzo raked his teeth along my lower lip and grabbed my hips, pulling me down onto his cock.

I groaned at the sensation, threw my head back and breathed his name.

Andro.

He commanded my body, rolled my hips anyway he pleased.

The heat of the water and the heat of his skin and the strength of his grasp was too much for me.

"Andro."I called, breathlessly. “Don’t stop.”

He thrust his hips into me as his thumb slid between my pussy folds.

My forehead came down onto his, grinding into him as he played with my body.

His hand came up to cup my breast.

He tugged at my nipple and rendered me breathless.

Water sloshed over the sides as electricity surged through my veins, and his lips crushed against mine as I poured over the edge.

“An...dro...” He swallowed my sounds as I came around his growing girth.

I rode his cock until my body relaxed against his, but we didn’t stay there for long.

He grabbed my waist and floated me off his body before bending me over the edge of the tub.

My tits pressed against the cool edge, hardening my nipples into painful peaks I ached to massage.

Lorenzo’s cock slid against my folds and up my ass crack, painting me with his precum before he slid back in.

His hand fisted the bun of my hair.

He snoop his hips against mine as I clung to the edge.

I bucked back into him, lost myself in him, felt him scrape along that beautiful spot that had my jaw already unhinged and ready to cry out.

"Oh, Danica, this feels so good.” His cock raged harder.