by Aubrey Rose
“You fucking don't come home for ten days and when you do show up it’s for money,” he growled, keeping up an act she’d expect, because she didn’t know he was so fucking done with her.
“The band!” she exclaimed, flipping back her long blond hair. “We've been practicing night and day.” The scheming look she glided over to Navarro was not lost on Vincent.
He had to say the next bit, and it killed him to do it. “Your pussy’s not available to me, I might go looking for fresh sweetness,” he threatened, like he cared and had no clue they were cheating practically right in front of him.
Luna’s gaze grew into glittering green daggers as her lips pursed. He would never fucking understand this part of her personality. She didn’t want him, but no other woman could have him either.
She immediately walked into him, planting herself against him, grabbing his hair to tug his head down. Then, right in front of her lover, she tongued him for a full minute, while he fought to let her and not push her away. This should be the last time he ever had to touch her.
“After my standing O, pussy to celebrate,” she growled at him in a way she thought was sexy. He did not. He grabbed her ass, grinding once.
“If not, I get my own sweetness,” he threatened again, shaking her. Her nails curled into his neck, biting, as he added, “And you leave that sweetness alone.” She started to shake her head. “I’ll call Sam off—” he started.
She exclaimed, “No! Okay.” Then she added, “It’ll never happen, because I am so good at this. Everyone loves me. You’ll see!”
Luna unlatched from him and skipped back to a scowling Navarro.
***
Tess watched the bride and groom taking their champagne drink with entwined arms, at the reception in full swing. She was standing to the side, swaying slightly, in a lower-lighted area of the large ballroom. The music was good and it made her feel good to watch the bride and groom celebrate with their family and friends. She should have gone home by now, but she was afraid to run into Steven and Luna again.
So a moment later, when she'd became teary-eyed watching the newlyweds kissing, she was surprised to be holding back a sob. Not wanting anyone to see, she clasped a hand over her mouth and grabbed her middle. She turned with the intentions of snatching her purse, and then running before a sob could really break loose; however, she walked right into a solid wall of immovable man.
She squeaked an exclamation of surprise as strong arms came around her. She didn’t want to look up because of her falling tears, but she’d seen the words on the man’s tee shirt, and she’d just know the feel of Vincent anywhere.
“Let me go,” she muttered, trying to push free of his arms. She couldn’t budge him and he only tightened his hold. He turned her to the wall, where it was darker, and he grasped her chin, lifting her face up. She scrunched her eyes with hot tears falling.
“They're not fucking worth it.” His voice rumbled over her while his thumb caught her tears, moving from one side of her cheeks to the other. She sank into him, accepting his comfort. “Baby,” he uttered, and she felt his lips touch her temple.
Dancing music started playing at the reception party behind them and she could hear the beginnings of people dancing; it made her small sob into Vincent’s chest less noticeable.
“Once I get my business done that bastard’s never going to treat you like that again,” Vincent vowed against her hair.
Oh God. How wonderful was that? How amazing he saw ... that he really saw what they did to her. She held him tighter, burrowing into him. He began swaying them as if they were dancing on the edge of the party, and she appreciated him hiding her breakdown. An emotional collapse about seeing the newlyweds kissing so sweetly. It wasn’t just that, but she could pretend, and by pretending she could pull herself together.
“Our cheating spouses could see us.” She finally muttered the thing bothering her, tilting her mouth up closer to Vincent’s ear.
“They’re gone.” His hand stroked her back as she sighed.
She wished for a tissue, but she only had her hands, and she pulled away a bit from Vincent, trying to wipe away what had to be raccoon eyes.
“Here, use my shirt.” His hand pulled the bottom of his tee up, lifting it to her. Her gaze caught the lean ridges on his stomach and a new aching tightened low inside her, then even lower on her body.
The gesture was so sweet it melted her heart as she used his shirt to wipe away the damage of her tears. Then she looked up at him and whispered, “Your wife is so beautiful.”
Tess knew she sounded wounded, but she couldn’t help it. Vincent pulled her tightly back against him, bringing his mouth nearly to hers. “That fucking beauty’s surface only.” His hand grabbed the back of her head, holding her mouth nearly to his. “It’s not close to what you have.”
Her heart lifted, and his mouth fitted over her lips. The kiss started out hot, turned deep, and grew into extremely passionate, going on for minutes, until she moaned into his mouth. He lifted his head with his gaze drilling into hers and she saw raw hunger for her in his endless black eyes.
“Not here,” he uttered, and his gaze lifted, skimming the room. Then he had her hand and he was pulling her along with him. “Where’s your purse?” he asked over his shoulder. She pulled him to it, snagged it, and then he took over again.
She couldn’t lie to herself that she didn’t know what he was doing and she should try to escape it. But ...
“Fuck them,” she growled under her breath, then she walked faster, until Vincent could put his arm across her back as they hurried forward.
He found a private, decked-out bathroom that looked as if it only took the keycard he swiped from his wallet. Inside was a black marble countertop with sleek waterfall faucets, a huge uncut mirror, and low lighting. The minute the door clicked shut behind them Vincent’s hand was under her hair, grabbing the back of her head to pull her up to kiss him as he walked her backward with their lips moving from touching to urgent in a heartbeat.
His other hand had her purse off her shoulder and she heard it hit the countertop she backed into. Vincent’s tongue dug deep, making her moan and clutch his sides. His hard body pressed into her as deeply as his tongue and he moved the back of her head where he wanted her mouth to go—until she practically climbed up his muscular body and he helped her by hooking an arm under her ass.
“Open your legs,” he demanded in her mouth, and she separated her legs with her short skirt rising to her hips. He set her on the countertop and moved in, until the ridge of his thick erection rode her core. She whimpered, licking her tongue feverishly over his. His hands, free from holding her up, burrowed under her cami to the cups of her bra.
He raised the cups off her breasts and his finger on one side tweaked her already taut nipple. “God,” she groaned, with her head falling back.
“Top off,” he ordered on a growl heavy with lust.
She tried to see through the haze of arousal licking through her ... to maybe protest ... anyone could walk in. But he had her jacket off and her light camisole pulled up over her head.
“Vincent?”
“All of it,” he demanded, his gaze hot and hungry and as wild as she’d ever seen the black depths. She knew she’d not deny him. Then her top was bare and his mouth was on her nipple ... biting, until she cried out in pleasure.
Vincent rode his tongue deep in Tess’ pussy, rolling her up on the counter. Her skirt was around her waist; he’d ripped her tiny lace panties off to get his mouth in her hot sweetness. Her cry of climax rolled through him, tightening his cock harder, and before she finished her orgasm he stood, pulled her to the edge of the counter, and thrust into her wetness and heat. His Tess didn’t gasp or complain, she wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him deeper.
“Lift your ass.”
Shit, she did everything he all but ordered her to do. It was fucking hot. He’d never had anything like it. She tilted her ass up, using her legs on his hips, and they both
groaned at how good it felt. He got her hair, dragging her mouth to his, and kissed her as hard as he was grinding into her with thrusting hips.
Two weeks. Two fucking weeks his dick hadn’t felt her sweet, hot pussy, and he couldn’t wait. Usually he had control, went for a long time. This time, his time was up, but he wanted her to climax again. He used his finger between them and pressed down on her clit ... rolling.
“Vincent!” Sweet hell, yes. He’d lay down everything for that sound. Then he felt her climax begin on his plunging cock and it dragged him with her.
Her heels dug into his ass as she shook, while he thrust hard once... jerking her, twice... banging her, then he held with a suppressed groan rolling from his chest. Minutes later, there was dampness on his chest where she’d tugged his tee up to his pits and her breasts slid across the muscle as he held her close. She was panting into his shoulder, trying to catch her breath, while he cupped the back of her head with his cock still encased in her liquid heat.
“I’m taking you home to the condo,” he uttered. “You, me, in bed there.” She murmured against him and he loosened his arms to grasp each side of her face, lifting her gaze to him. He saw softness and dazed pleasure in her light blue eyes, but he also saw she was in the afterglow and not tracking him. The looks on her face, and in her gaze, rocked him—making him still, and experience it. This was a woman fucked well and very happy about it.
Hell, he hadn't had that in a long time. Maybe never. Luna was too needy, she never gave back—she just took.
“Beautiful.” He kissed her mouth softly. “You with me?”
The color of Tess’ irises deepened as the corners of her mouth lifted. “I’m with you, Vincent,” she whispered. Hell, he was going to take her home, do her more, and get this look out of her every time.
He pushed inside her and her eyes widened. “You made me come twice,” she said, with her voice sounding awed as her gaze looked over his face. “In a bathroom.”
“Three times the first time,” he reminded her, and he could feel himself getting hard again. The shit she did to him was impossible. His cute-as-hell little redhead. Her cheeks blushed and he chuckled. “You not getting that much?” he surmised.
She shook her head lightly, then she mouthed, “Never.”
He was surprised, because she was made for climaxes and long screw sessions riding a man’s cock. But he wasn’t getting into it then and ruining his mood by finding out she’d been living while wanting. Like him.
Instead, he said, “No more being apart. We find a way.”
Her eyes grew serious, with a little frown appearing. He jumped her changing mood. “Your pussy still feels hot for me.” Immediately, he felt her internal squeeze. He moved inside her, making her gaze unfocused. “I’m coming home with you.” He touched her lips, moving in and out. “Say yes.”
“Yes,” she moaned, sweetly for him with his cock buried deep.
Then he leaned over, turning the handle to “warm” on the fountain faucet in the executive bathroom. Next he nabbed a few towels to wet so he could help clean his woman up ... slowly.
EIGHT/ TAKE YOU RIGHT HERE
Tess sat in Vincent’s truck, arguing with him. She had no panties on but he had the heat up. “I can just drive my car now,” she muttered. He was kind of bossy and very stubborn. In bed it turned her on and it turned her inside out. Out of bed, she wasn't so sure.
“I’ve got other plans for you.” His voice rumbled in that cut-off way he had, then his hand reached over, grabbing her upper arm, and pulled. She had no choice but to follow. “Sit here.”
“Here” was plastered to his side. “But I won’t have a seatbelt on,” she argued, even though it felt good to sit glued to his side.
His answer ... “I’ll drive slow.”
She rolled her eyes, knowing she’d not won the argument to drive her car to the condo. He’d said someone would bring it over, so she likely wouldn’t win this argument either. But then, as he was driving his truck out the backside of Redrock, on a road she’d never known was there, his hand clamped slowly over her bare upper thigh. Mostly because his hand was under her skirt.
“You better not,” she warned, and his dark eyes cut to her with a heated gleam. God, he was such a hard-angled man through and through. Her tummy fluttered and she wondered again why she was getting so off on his brand of bossiness, which felt like domination. Not that she’d know, but from what she’d read, Vincent was prime Master material.
That thought sent a zing straight through her, followed by Vincent’s hand moving closer to her already climax-flushed slit, without her panties on. She held her breath, waiting to see what he was going to do ... sort of halfway hoping ... the other half, kind of quelling.
“You’re not going to stop me,” he stated, then he touched her slit, and she rose up on the seat away from the excited tingling that produced.
“Vincent!” she exclaimed.
“Let me play with my sweet little pussy, beautiful.” His deep-toned voice rolled through this masterpiece, making her arousal dampen more.
She had her feet braced and her arms locked against the back of the seat, thereby raising her butt off it. “When we get to the condo,” she tried.
“I’ll get your ass then, if you don’t lower.” In her position, he could easily do that. She sat quickly and he chuckled. She glared at him, kind of silly, because the next second she was practically purring.
He touched her slit, his hand curling back over her mound, then his middle finger entered her. She grabbed his wrist, sucking in his name.
“My pussy’s wet.”
His voice rumbled like she’d never heard it before. Then he drove and he played, making her arch against his hand. She was panting and making high sounds by the time he pulled into the driveway of the condo.
“Oh God, Vincent,” she gasped. He had three fingers working inside her and her legs were spread wide.
“Take you right here,” he announced, and he unsnapped his jeans.
“Vincent,” she expelled on a moan.
“You denying me?” he demanded, with harsh lines of arousal etching his face, while his fingers worked deep.
“No,” she cried, and he pulled his cock out and pulled her over him, until she straddled him, clutching his shoulders. The next second he thrust, full and hard inside her, while tugging her downward. She came less than a minute later, crying into his mouth.
“Pretty baby,” he growled against her mouth, lifting his hips faster. She lost her breath with her climax and how hard he was driving into her; the sound was pounding. She grabbed his hair and his shoulder while bouncing.
“So tight,” he groaned. “God, Tess.” She felt him stiffen on her name, then his heat filled her. It was so good, tears came to her eyes. He pulled her down and kissed her more, until they could both breathe better.
“Did I hurt you?”
He always asked, because it was rough with Vincent—like a taking. And she loved it. “No, honey,” she whispered against his mouth. Later she’d wonder again what they were doing.
His body stilled with his gaze on her lips. “Say it again,” he muttered.
Tingling started everywhere, but especially where they were still joined. “Honey,” she said softly and with meaning.
His hand stroked her back, sifting through her hair at some moments. “Never expected this,” he uttered.
She stroked his jaw, then fiddled with his hair beside it. “Understatement,” she said, using his curt way of speaking.
His hips thrust a tiny bit upward and she gasped lightly at the heat and fullness. “Might have to do all our talking like this,” he pronounced, and she knew by his tone he meant it.
“Um, that would be interesting,” she replied.
He chuckled, and it made her squeeze him internally. “Whoa, beautiful.” He pulled her mouth to his. “Better get you inside before I fuck that pretty pussy again.”
He kissed her then ... deep, long, and hot, until they were l
ifting in shallow moves against each other. When their lips broke, she said, “Again?”
He grabbed her breast, squeezing deeply. “You remember how many times in bed the first time.” She made an excited laugh. “I like beds,” he said.
He helped her clean up with a few tissues, then they scooted into the condo. Vincent seemed to know his way around as she started straight upstairs, hoping to get a few minutes to jump into the shower before he tried to break his record.
“Shower,” she called at the top of the stairs. “Be out in a few.” She was taking her boots off as she went, thinking about if she'd packed any sexy lingerie.
She should have known it wouldn’t matter in the end, because five minutes into her shower the door opened and a naked Vincent climbed in. She squealed a little, secretly thrilled. She'd never, never fooled around in a shower, and Vincent had enough strength and muscle to really fool around with her curvy body. He even had enough strength to hold her up against the wall and to thrust into her so hard she gasped with water getting in her mouth.
He made her scream over the pounding water, coming again ... but he held off, pulling her off him to wash her hair, and then her breasts, which he thought really needed washing.
“This needs a good scrub,” he advised her, pulling the column of his rigid cock up between her legs, then pulling the thick shaft free.
She laughed, grabbing some soap and getting her palms soapy, then she stroked the heat of his erection, making it slick. Vincent’s muscular back found the wall to lean on and she looked between his leanly aroused face and his hard cock filling her hand.
He finally stopped her, rinsing off and turning off the water, but when she got out, going for a towel, he picked her up before she could reach it. Then with a swinging motion he caught her thighs, lifting her up, and he started to carry her to the bed.
