She arches her back a little, and I reach down to undo the button of her jeans, then lower the zipper. She slides them off herself, making me grin when she struggles to get them over her knees. I get off the bed and pull them down, throwing them on the floor, then removing the bright red panties she is wearing. I admire her for a second, her hair spread all over the bed, her dark eyes pinned on me. Bedroom eyes she has, devil eyes. Eyes that I want to look into as she sucks my dick, on her knees, while I hold her hair away from her face.
But now, it’s me who gets on my knees, spreading her thighs and bringing her pussy to the end of the bed, spread before me like a feast. I look up at her as my mouth descends, her eyes still on me, her perfect lips open slightly. I lick her once, twice, before sucking on her clit, just the way I know she likes it. I ease up a little, not wanting her to come straightaway, no, I want her to enjoy this.
Just like I’m going to.
NINETEEN
Shayla
HE’S going to kill me, I think to myself.
After making me come with his mouth, not once but twice, he lays back on the bed. I help him remove all his clothes—his hard, thick cock beckoning me. I straddle his body, taking his cock in my hand and placing it at my entrance, before sliding down slowly, letting myself get used to the size of him. He feels so good, I never want this to end.
His dark, heavy-lidded eyes stay on mine, instead of looking down to where we’re now connected, making the experience more personal. When he’s all in, I place my hands on his chest, lean forward, and kiss him at the same time I start to ride him. He makes that growling sound I love so much, and grabs my hips, wanting me to go faster. I ride him faster, harder, while he sucks and plays with my nipples, turning me on even more, making me feel wild with need. He rolls me over onto my back, still inside me, thrusting into me in a perfect rhythm that has me clawing at his back and moaning into his mouth.
“Vinnie,” I whisper when I can feel myself on the verge of coming again. I don’t think I’ve ever come this much at one time before. He kisses my jawline, then nibbles on my earlobe, “Come for me again, Shay. I want to feel it around my cock.”
He reaches between us and plays with my clit, which of course makes me do just as he wants, coming with him inside me.
“Oh my god,” I chant as the orgasm carries on, my thighs trembling and my eyes slamming closed as the pleasure almost becomes too much. I practically sag back into the bed when it’s over, now knowing why they call it the little death. Vinnie curses under his breath, his rhythm changing. “Going to come,” he grits out. “Fuck, Shay.” He finishes inside me, then kisses my lips before pulling out and lying next to me. Straightaway he spreads his arm out, silently inviting me to come closer. I lay my head on his shoulder and wrap my arm around him.
There’s only one word running through my head right now.
Wow.
Just, wow.
Not that I’ve been with too many men, but I’ve been with a few, and nothing I’ve experienced before compares to this. It’s like he knew what I needed before I did, like he actually paid attention to the telltale signals a woman’s body gives. I’m actually kind of speechless, but I think the huge smile on my satisfied face speaks for itself.
He sighs, interrupting my moment of awe, and says, “So that’s why my gut instinct was telling me to protect you.”
I laugh and slap his chest. “That’s the worst pillow talk I’ve ever heard in my life.”
But I’ll accept it, because it’s the best thing I have going for me right now.
There’s a bang on the door. “Vinnie! Be social, you asshole!” Faye yells. I hear Sin’s voice, telling her not to be a cock block.
“They have all night,” she says, snickering. “We should eat all the food. They can live on sex.”
I start giggling at that, shoving my face in his pillow.
Vinnie gets my attention by slapping my ass. “Amused, are we?”
“I can’t go out there now,” I groan, covering my face with my hands. “They’re all going to give us shit.”
“Better get used to it.” He smirks, then adds, “If any of the girls give you shit, don’t worry, we have ammunition against all of them.”
“You do; I don’t,” I say, yawning.
“Tired?”
“A little,” I admit, burrowing into him once again. “Not tired enough to not want to do that again later tonight though.”
His chest shakes as he laughs. “Oh, we’ll be doing that again.”
“Tonight.”
“Tonight,” he agrees, then rolls me onto my back and stretches my hands above my head, pinning them into the mattress with his weight. “So many things I want to do to you.”
“Like what?” I ask, my voice coming out sounding all dreamy.
“I want to fuck you from behind. I want you on your knees, sucking my dick. I want you to sit on my face again. I want to fuck you in the shower, against the wall, on the chair. Everywhere. I want to do everything.”
“Tonight?” I ask, eyes going wide. I don’t think I’d survive the night, but what a way to go.
His eyes smile, then he lowers his head for a kiss. “I like how you rode me. You’d be surprised how many women are shy to do it, too worried about what they look like from that angle.”
“Definitely the worst pillow talk ever,” I grumble, closing my eyes. “Quit now, Vinnie, while the amazing sex is still in my head, and my body is sated, my mind all mushy.”
“I’m just saying,” he says, getting off me and sitting with his feet on the floor. “We better go out there or I’ll never hear the end of it. I’m kinda hungry anyway.”
“Worked up an appetite, did you?” I ask as I look around the room for my clothes. He’s thrown them all over the place in the haste to get me naked.
“Here,” he says, picking up my panties and handing them to me. “Red looks good on you, by the way.”
“I’m surprised you even noticed,” I tease, putting them on, then my matching bra. I turn to see him putting his pants back on.
“Trust me, I notice.” He slides his T-shirt back on. “Are you ready? We haven’t been gone that long.”
I snicker at that. “What? Didn’t think you lasted that long, did you?”
He looks at his watch and flashes me a smug look. “We’ve been gone for two and a half hours.”
My eyes widen as I slide my jeans up my thighs. “Really? Shit. They might have finished eating. You heard Faye’s evil plan.”
Fully dressed, I try to tame my hair. “Ready when you are.”
He stands behind me, pressing himself up against me. “I’m always ready.”
Holy shit. He is hard. Again.
“I don’t know whether to be impressed or scared,” I say, making him laugh. With his hand on my lower back, I brace myself to face the crowd. When we step outside, everyone cheers and catcalls, and it makes me want to hide my face from them forever, but instead, I sit down at the table with dignity, while Vinnie goes to get us some food.
“Not bad for Vinnie,” Anna says, nudging me with her shoulder.
“Leave her alone,” Lana chastises, but then adds, “But I have to agree.”
I groan and sag in the chair, making the women laugh.
“So what did I miss?” I ask them, looking from face to face.
“Nothing, we were pretty much just discussing you two,” Faye says, shrugging. “Oh, and binge eating.”
Clover runs up to me with two other kids by her side, a boy and a girl. “Shay, where did you go?”
Just kill me now.
“I just had a little nap,” I lie, ignoring the laughter from the peanut gallery. “Have you been having a fun time with your friends?”
“Yep,” she says, bouncing on her feet. “Cara and Rhett are my besties.”
“Cool,” I say, watching the three of them run inside. “Cute bunch of kids.”
“You’re telling me,” Anna says, pushing her hair out of her face and looki
ng at Tia and Bailey. “Next generation of Wind Dragons right there.”
We spend the rest of the night eating, drinking, and just having a good time. By the time it’s over, it’s late, and I’m exhausted. I help clean up, then head to the bathroom for a shower. Vinnie fills the bath for me though, undresses me, and carries me in there. I grin when he hands me a book, the one I’d left on his side table. So much has happened today, so many things have changed. We left the house, we came here and they let me stay, and now we have to sort things out with Talon and come up with a new plan to save me.
I just hope no one gets hurt in the process, because I’d rather turn myself in.
And if worse comes to worse—maybe I’ll have to.
TWENTY
Vinnie
One week later
“TALON called,” Sin says so only I can hear. “I told him you’ll meet him at Rift tonight.”
I nod. “About time. He probably only just realized she was missing.”
“I think Talon is a lot smarter than we give him credit for,” Sin says, sinking two balls on the pool table. “Don’t underestimate him. I have a feeling there’s something about this whole situation that we’re missing.”
It was highly likely.
I play my shot and sink the red ball, then take a sip of my beer. “It’s been so quiet, nothing’s fuckin’ happened around here. I don’t get it.”
“You upset someone isn’t pounding on our compound’s door?” Sin asks, raising an eyebrow in amusement.
“’Course not,” I say, sitting down on one of the stools by the bar. “I just don’t understand it. I know the Kings are involved somehow, I just don’t know how they fit into this, and it bothers the fuck out of me. I don’t want to get too comfortable, you know? Forget why we’re here in the first place. Shay’s hungover from drinking with the girls last night. This place has turned into a huge party. Don’t get me wrong, I want her to enjoy herself, but I can’t enjoy anything until I know that she’s going to be safe and the threat is eliminated.”
“Talk to Talon. I have a feeling he knows exactly what’s going on here,” Sin says, playing his shot, then glancing up at me. “The compound is at highest security. Even Lana’s fuckin’ dog is here. No one is going to get in without us knowing about it. Until then, we just need to figure out what’s really going on, because no offense, but the story sounds like bullshit to me.”
I honestly didn’t know what to think at this point. If they really wanted Shay, they’d have found her by now. It’s been a week, and not even a threatening call. Nothing. Talon didn’t even return my calls until today. If they have something planned, something big, maybe something we’re missing, then we’re going to be fucked. I don’t think they’ve just forgotten about Shay. That shit is way too easy—and nothing ever comes easy to me.
“Talon better shed light on the situation tonight.” I pause and grin wolfishly. “And hopefully we both don’t end up beating the shit out of each other.”
Yes, he told me not to touch her, but Sin’s right, something here doesn’t add up. Do I feel guilty for touching her? Yes and no. Yes, I feel shitty that I went against my word, because a man’s word is everything. But the fucked-up thing is that I’d do it again and again if I had the chance.
“You better kick his ass.” Sin smirks, laying the pool cue against the wall. “Can’t have a Wind Dragon losing to someone from the Wild Men.”
I make a scoffing noise and pretend to punch Sin in the face a few times. “Dragons are made of tougher substance than any wild men.”
Shay walks in, looking like hell, a bottle of water in her hands.
“Good morning.” I grin, even though it is about two o’clock. “How are you feeling?”
“Like Faye hit me in the head a million times with those nunchakus she keeps carrying around,” she grumbles, coming to stand by me.
“Want to play?” I ask her, racking up the balls.
“Yeah, okay,” she says, but winces at the thought. I hide my grin, then tell her, “I’m meeting with Talon tonight. You’ll be staying here with the men.”
“Why can’t I come?” she asks, putting her water down on the bar counter. “I want to know what’s going on too.”
“And I’ll tell you.”
“I want to come.”
“No.”
“Controlling jerk,” she mutters, scowling at me, which only makes me laugh. “I want to know everything he says, don’t keep anything from me.”
“I won’t,” I assure her, then ask, “Do you want to break?”
“No, you can,” she says, grabbing a cue and putting some chalk on the tip. “I suck at breaking.”
I break, sinking one ball in the process.
“Do you get horny when you’re hungover, or is it just me?” she blurts out, making my head snap to her. We’ve been fucking like rabbits, usually about three times a day, every day since she got here. We can’t seem to keep our hands off each other. I have no fuckin’ idea what we’re doing, and what’s going to happen, but I decided to just not think about it and live in the present. Who gives a fuck what the future holds when all we have is now?
I step behind her and run my thumb across the little bit of skin showing on her flat stomach. “Want to play with a different kind of ball, do you?”
“How do you even get laid with those lines?”
“You tell me,” I say, smiling as I move her hair away from her neck and kiss her there. She shivers.
“It annoys me that you know all my weaknesses now,” she says, her breath hitching as I kiss her there again.
“Why? You should be happy I know just what to do to turn you on, and how to pleasure you and satisfy you.” I bite down on her neck. “Over and over again.”
She puts the pool cue down, grabs my wrist, and practically pulls me to the bedroom, or at least tries. I purposely take my time, going slower, causing her to spin around and pin me with a glare that I happen to find fuckin’ adorable. When we get to our room, she locks the door behind us and pulls off her pants and top. She’s not wearing a bra or panties, and I slowly peruse her body from her breasts to her bare pussy. “Easy access?”
She smirks and cups her breasts with her hands. “Stop fucking around or I’ll start without you.”
“Perhaps that’s something I’d like to witness,” I say, reaching behind me to pull my T-shirt off. She lays back on the white sheets and spreads her legs, the little vixen. I love how comfortable she is with her body; she owns it, and her confidence is the biggest turn-on.
“Show me what you like,” I command, hardening as she starts to pinch her nipples then slowly trail her fingers farther down south. I remove my jeans and boxers, then start to stroke myself as I watch her. “Come here.”
She sits up on her knees and crawls to the end of the bed, glancing up at me, waiting.
“Open,” I tell her.
She opens her lips, and I slide the tip between them, then let go and let her take over. She grabs the base with her hand and slides it into her mouth, taking as much in as she can, which is a pretty impressive amount. I look down at her, a groan slipping from my mouth as I take in the picture before me. She always tells me I make a noise like a low growl that turns her on like crazy, but I never realized I did it until she pointed it out to me.
“Where do you want me to come?” I ask her, feeling myself on the edge, her talented mouth driving me crazy.
She pulls back and says, “Inside me.”
“Bend over for me,” I say, slapping her ass when she goes to do as I told her. I stand behind her, sliding in with one smooth thrust. I love how wet she is, how turned on she gets simply from giving me head. Not all women enjoy it, and the fact that she does makes it so much better. She likes to please and be pleased, and I like giving her exactly what she needs and knowing I can satisfy her. I play with her clit as I slide in and out of her, stopping to kiss her mouth with my hand at her jaw, turning her head to me, before continuing.
“Ye
s, Vinnie,” she moans, pushing back on my dick. “Fuck me harder.”
I give her what she wants until she comes, biting down on the pillow in front of her. Only then do I come, even though I’ve been fighting against it ever since she had me in her mouth. I pull out of her and straightaway pull her body against mine. I kiss her brow and watch her lips as they turn upward, her eyes as they close. She sighs in contentment and kisses my chest.
Not for the first time, I wonder how she does it, how she got me to let her in. I don’t know why I’m so different with her than I’ve been with other women in the past. I’ve never allowed myself to get attached to a woman before. With Eliza, I really was just in it for the sex, same with the other women I’ve let into my life.
My own mother didn’t want me, and neither did any other woman.
Now that I’ve grown up, I never allow myself to really rely on a woman, not solely. Sure, I treat them well, and I love them in bed, but no one has ever really made an impact on me besides the other old ladies, and that’s in a completely different way from how I feel about Shay. I respect and care for the other women; with Shay, I’ve actually let her in. I lowered my guard, took her under my wing. Made her my problem when I didn’t have to, and went out on a limb to protect her, when I wasn’t sure what to do with her. I’m not a person who believes in marriage and true love and all that other shit—I don’t ever want to get married—but Shay just fits. She’s here, and it feels like it’s where she belongs. If she isn’t who I’m meant to be with, then I don’t know who is, because thinking of moving any other woman into the clubhouse would make me run for the hills.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks, now studying me. “You have the weirdest expression on your face.”
“Just thinking it’s weird how things turn out.”
“It really is,” she says, taking a deep breath. “I never really thanked you for bringing me here, Vinnie. I know it wasn’t an easy choice to make, but thank you. I’d much rather be here with you than locked away somewhere, and I like it. Both you, and everything about living here.”
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