by J. M. Walker
She jumped, her breath catching in her throat which sounded sexy as hell. “Vince.”
“Three years, Queenie,” I said, my voice raspy.
“I know.” She placed the mugs on the counter but much to my surprise, never pushed me away.
I took that as my chance and pushed my hand higher under her shirt. My fingers grazed the soft skin just beneath her breast. My bones vibrated beneath my skin over the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples puckered, hardening to the point it made my mouth water.
She chewed her bottom lip.
“I can’t stop touching you,” I told her, my voice low.
“I know,” she whispered. “But you said you were going to be a gentleman.”
“Yeah but it doesn’t mean I can’t touch you,” I reminded her. “Do you want me to stop, Gigi?”
“No.”
I grinned, cupping her breast. “You fit perfectly in my hand, baby.”
“I’m small.” She looked at me then, giving me her beautiful caramel eyes.
“Don’t care.” I smirked. “I’m more of a pussy man anyway.”
She laughed, her cheeks reddening.
My grin widened. I leaned down, placing a kiss on her cheek. “And your pussy is the only one I want.”
“God, Vince.” She shivered.
I moved behind her, slid my other hand beneath her shirt, and pushed my body up against hers.
She gripped the edge of the counter, her head falling back against my shoulder. “Your hands feel so good.”
Before I could stop myself, I lowered to my knees behind her. Grabbing a handful of her ass, I sunk my teeth into the flesh.
Gigi yelped, pushing back into my touch. “Vince.”
“Shhh…” I hooked my fingers into the waist of her black leggings and lowered them below the seat of her ass. My dick jumped at the sight before me. A red string sat between the cheeks of her ass, the thong barely covering any inch of her. Cupping the flesh, I spread the cheeks and lowered my face to her center.
Her breath caught, her body shaking in my hands.
Brushing my nose along her slit, I inhaled, a low groan leaving me. “You smell so fucking good, Queenie.”
She whimpered. “Vince, I…”
“I got you, baby.”
Her body relaxed at my words.
Raining kisses and gentle bites along her flesh, I inched a finger into the string of the thong and pulled it to the side. Brushing a knuckle from the tight little spot at her ass to her center, I reveled in the way her body reacted to me. A drop of cream slipped from her core. “Fuck me, Gigi. I could feast on you.”
“Do it,” she demanded, her voice husky.
Just as I was about to shove my face between her legs, the sound of the front door slamming open, startled us both.
I jumped to my feet, helping Gigi pull her thong and leggings back up.
“I swear having a newborn at home is kicking my ass.” Gigi’s sister, Meadow, took that moment to come around the corner. She stopped at the entrance to the kitchen, her gaze moving back and forth between us. “Vince, I wasn’t expecting you here so early.”
Gigi stepped in front of me, her body shielding my erection.
Brushing my hand along the seat of her ass, I gave it a pinch.
Her head whipped around, her brow raising.
“I was in the area and texted Gigi to see if she wanted a ride to the center.” The lie slid off my tongue so easily, I was kind of proud of myself.
Meadow also didn’t need to know that I had spent the night or that I was just about to eat the fuck out of her sister.
“You still having car trouble?” Meadow asked, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.
“Yeah.” Gigi met my gaze.
I gave her a wink.
“Well, I guess you don’t need me then.” Meadow’s eyes welled.
“Whoa.” I held up my hands. “You can take her. It’s not that big of a deal.”
Gigi laughed. “Post-pregnancy hormones got you all emotional?”
Meadow scowled, wiping under her eyes. “Yes. I just assumed having Andrew would get rid of them.”
“Your body went through a lot, Meadow,” I reminded her. “I think being emotional is understandable.”
“True.” Meadow shook her head. “I just want things back to normal.” She sighed, looking between us both. “Did I interrupt something?”
“Nope,” both Gigi and I said at the same time.
Meadow laughed. “Right.”
I went to finish making my coffee and a tea for Gigi, trying to ignore what I had been about to do before her sister arrived. My tongue tingled, needing to get a taste of her.
“How’s Shade doing?” Gigi asked, pulling me from my thoughts.
“He’s getting there. We both are.” Meadow sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. “We have our good days and bad. Shade’s strong.”
I felt bad for Meadow. She had been in a polyamorous type relationship with two guys, only to lose one of them after he was shot and killed.
Gigi hugged her. “Well, anything you need, we’re here.”
“Thank you.” Meadow patted her hand. “I’ll head to the center. Vince can drive you.” She winked and gave her sister a hug.
I chuckled, taking a sip of my coffee.
“You coming to Vince’s party?” Gigi asked her.
“Yeah but Shade doesn’t want me out too long. So we’ll make an appearance and then head home. I hope you have fun though,” she told me.
“Thank you.” I was turning twenty-one and Gigi was throwing a party for me in a couple of weeks. Or that was the rumor anyway. I didn’t care really. I appreciated the gesture but, in all reality, I would rather have her all to myself because I knew that it would be the night that I would finally fuck her again.
“Alright, I’m going to head to the center. Are we still on for a girls’ night?” Meadow asked.
“Yes, we are. I’ll see you soon,” Gigi said, giving her another hug.
We said our goodbyes and once Gigi and I were finally alone again, I went to take a step toward her when she sidestepped around me.
Gigi only smiled and finished making her tea.
Before she could bring the mug up to her lips, I closed the distance between us.
She stared up at me with wide eyes.
I know, beautiful. I have no idea what I’m doing either but I’m glad I’m doing it with you.
I placed my mug on the counter beside hers. Reaching out to her, I pushed a strand of hair behind her ear before cupping the side of her neck.
With my hand wrapped around her throat, I begged for her to open up to me. My thumb brushed back and forth over her jugular, the shiver trembling through her, making my dick twitch.
Gigi tilted her head back, licking her lips. “Vince, I want…God, I need…”
“What?” I leaned down and kissed the corner of her mouth. “What do you want? What do you need?”
“You,” she breathed.
That single word shot to the tip of my cock. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” I confessed. “But I know that I want to do it with you.”
“This feels…intense.”
I leaned my forehead against hers. “It does.”
“We were about to do something before my sister showed up and this…what we have…whatever it is we’re doing, Vince, it feels…”
“Intense?” I asked again, raising an eyebrow.
A husky laugh left her. “Yeah.”
I smirked, placing a soft peck on her forehead. “This is intense, but it’s also meant to be.” I ran my hands through her hair, messing up her ponytail. “I know you feel it. And what I was about to do before Meadow showed up…” I leaned down and pressed my lips against her ear. “I was about to eat your pussy and ass.”
“It’s fast,” she whispered.
“Fast.” I laughed. “I’ve known you my whole life.” And been in love with you just as long. “This is not fucking fast. You
can fight it all you want but I know you want me.”
“Last night was amazing, Vince,” she told me. “And I love when you touch me. But…”
“What?” I tugged her head back, pushed her up against the counter, and ground into her. “Tell me. I want to know your thoughts. Your feelings. I want to know every single thing.”
Her chest rose and fell. She latched on to my hips, pulling me closer.
I smirked, leaned down, and kissed the corner of her mouth. “I know you feel it and I’m not talking about how hard my cock is either.”
She panted. “Yes, I feel it. And I feel that too.”
“Well it belongs to you, Gigi.” I continued grinding into her. “Only you.” I trailed my mouth down the length of her jaw. “Every single inch. I know you remember how big it is.”
A soft whimper left her. “Yes, I do.”
“That was the best birthday present I’ve ever received.” We hadn’t talked about that night. Even when we saw each other the handful of times I had been home while in school. But now that I was home for good and I got my degree; she would be mine. No waiting this time. “I can still feel your pussy wrapped snug around me.” Pulling one hand from her hair, I cupped the back of her thigh, lifted her leg, and wrapped it around my hip. Pushing into her hard, I savored the way her breath caught and her back arched. “Can you still feel me, Gigi?”
“Yes.” Her dark eyes locked on mine. They were wild, hungry and fierce. She wanted more. She would get what she wanted but not yet. I wanted to play. A little teasing wouldn’t hurt either of us and it would make the final outcome even hotter.
“Do you wish I was inside you right now?” I circled my hips against her for added effect.
She nodded.
“Words, Queenie. Tell me.”
Her pupils dilated. “Yes, I wish you were inside me right now. I wish you were fucking me. I wish you would give me that orgasm I didn’t get last night. I wish you never went off to school.” She snapped her mouth shut, looking away.
I lifted my head, staring down at her. “What do you mean?”
“I missed you,” she whispered.
I pinched her chin, crouching until we were at eye level. “I’m here now.”
“I know.”
“You know why I had to go to school. I’m trying to work with Ashton and Aiden. You know all of that.” Ashton and Aiden were twins and were working toward taking over their father’s business. My dad had liked working with him and I enjoyed getting my hands dirty, so I thought why not? I didn’t want to join the Navy like all of our fathers had done. Not that there was anything wrong with it, but it wasn’t my calling. I also saw firsthand how it messed Aiden up. So much so that he wouldn’t talk about it and drowned out his demons with a bottle of anything he could get his hands on.
“I know that. I know all of that.” Gigi placed her hands against my chest.
“You were focused on your own career too,” I reminded her, a hot shiver rippling down my spine at feeling her hands on me.
“I know.” She pushed away from me only because I allowed her. “Will I see you later?”
“You will.” I stuffed my hands in my pockets because if I didn’t, I would have reached out to her and pulled her into my arms. I would have touched her, caressed her, done things to her that she could only ever fantasize about. Because I knew, deep down I knew, there was a kinky woman inside of her and I wanted to explore every inch of her desires. With her. Only her. It had ever only been her.
“Vince.” She chewed her bottom lip. I had come to realize over the years that she did that whenever she was nervous or when there was something on her mind, but she didn’t know how to voice it.
“Let’s head out, Queenie.” When I went to walk away, a gentle hand landed on my upper back.
“Thank you for last night,” she said softly. “I mean it.”
“You’re welcome.” As much as I didn’t want to, I pulled away from her and headed to the front door. I was a patient person, but little did she know that I was a stubborn fucker. Before my birthday, we would be together again. She would be mine as much as I was already hers.
And more.
Gigi
Vince’s party was coming up and I hadn’t seen him since he spent the night at my place. We texted back and forth but that was it. We hadn’t talked about what we almost did, but I could still feel his hands on me, his fingers deep inside me, and his teeth on my flesh. I never even saw him in passing when I visited the center.
The Dove Project was created by all of our moms when they brought down a human trafficking ring before any of us were born. It was a safe haven for victims. Both male and female. It helped them start a new life. I knew at first it had been hard for our parents when they didn’t have funding for it but as it became more recognized over the years, the government eventually stepped in and helped out. It looked good for them, so it was a win-win all around for everyone involved.
All of us kids worked or volunteered at the center as well. It held a piece of each of us and helping those in need was satisfying in ways I could never explain.
“Have a good night, Clara.” I smiled at the blonde standing behind the counter as I was heading to the door to leave.
She looked up from the computer. “You too.” She gave me a small wave.
Once I left and started heading to my car, a text came through on my phone.
Meadow: Girls’ night at Luna’s.
Me: On my way.
I was thankful to hang out with my best friends. It had been awhile and maybe they could reassure me that I wasn’t making a stupid decision for wanting to explore this further with Vince.
When I pulled up to Luna’s place, I turned off the car and left the vehicle. As soon as I started walking up the steps, the front door opened.
“It’s about time you show up,” Luna teased.
I laughed, giving her a hug. “How’s it going?”
“Good.” She grinned. “I have wine. Benjamin’s with Zach’s parents and Zach’s in the city. So, it’s just us.”
“I’ve been itching for a girls’ night.” I closed the door behind me and kicked off my shoes. “Is Piper here?”
Luna’s face fell. “No.”
“Oh.” My stomach sunk. “I hope her and Jaron can work things out,” I said, following Luna into the living room.
“I’m sure they will.” Luna sat on the couch and poured a glass of wine before handing it to me.
“Hey,” Meadow greeted, coming from the hall. “You got here fast.”
“I was at the center. I am so glad you girls decided to do this tonight.” I took a sip of the wine and let out a soft sigh.
“That bad?” Meadow laughed.
“What’s going on?” Luna took a sip of her own wine, staring at me over the rim of her glass.
“I…Alright. I’m just going to come out and say it.” I took a deep breath. “I don’t know what to do about Vince and it’s weird because I want him. God, I want him so much. But what I feel for him is so damn intense, I can’t control it. I dream about him constantly. It’s like he’s taken up residence in my head and it’s fucking with me.” I was met with two pairs of eyes staring back at me. “What?”
Meadow and Luna looked at each other.
“Girl,” Luna laughed lightly. “You’re in love with my brother.”
“No. I…” Even trying to deny it, left a sour taste in my mouth. Truth was, I had been in love with Vince for as long as I could remember. I wasn’t sure if he felt the same way. Sure, he liked me, that much was clear, but I didn’t know how deep those feelings went.
“You are.” Luna tilted her wine glass toward me. “I’ve seen the way you two look at each other anyway.” She grinned. “And besides, you’re way better than those other girls he’s dated.”
My stomach twisted. I didn’t know what Vince’s deal was with the other women, but I didn’t like it. The thought of him touching someone else forced bile to my throat. Just the idea of him e
ven giving another woman one of his famous smiles, made me want to cut a bitch.
“He never actually dated them,” Meadow said, correcting Luna. “They tried. I remember seeing him at the damn grocery store and women went up to him. They were trying to get him to help them buy the right kind of melon.” She rolled her eyes. “It was weird.”
“Maybe he didn’t actually date them, but they still definitely wanted to date him.” Luna waved her hand in front of her face. “It doesn’t matter. What does matter is I just saw that look on Gigi’s face. She’s jealous.”
“Wouldn’t you be jealous if you found out Zach…” Meadow’s word trailed off. “Never mind.”
Luna scowled. “Yes, I know he’s had so many more women before me.” She rolled her eyes. “But that’s in the past.” She looked at me. “Anyway. What I’m trying to say is, Vince didn’t date those women. Whatever you’ve heard, it never happened.”
I frowned. “But you just said—”
“Ignore her.” Meadow sat forward. “He’s never touched anyone besides you.”
“How do you know he’s touched me?” I asked, taking another sip of wine.
A look passed between Meadow and Luna.
“Your car was pretty fogged up during his eighteenth birthday party.” Meadow waggled her eyebrows.
“Oh God.” I slapped my forehead, a bubble of laughter leaving me. “You saw us?”
“No but you just confirmed my suspicions.” Meadow winked.
I threw a pillow at her.
We all laughed.
“Well, all I know is, I look forward to having you as my sister in-law.” Luna’s smile widened.
“Now we’re talking about marriage?” Just the thought of being married to Vince, did something funny to me but it was a thought I could get used to.
While the girls talked, I continued to drink and stew over their words. Maybe I should just talk to Vince and find out exactly what it was that he wanted with me. Besides sex. He said that we were meant to be together. One thing that I did know, the night of his twenty-first birthday party, he would be mine again.
***
(Vince)
My party needed to come faster because I was itching for another taste of Gigi. To feel her sweet body rippling over me as I gave us both what we wanted. What we needed. What we craved.
