by Brooke Page
“Wow,” he muttered against my skin, only to open his mouth to suck on my shoulder.
My hips moved wildly against his steadily probing finger. Vance stopped kissing my neck, pressing his cheek against mine.
I wasn’t sure what I was chasing, unsure what my hips were searching for, until he dove inside, pressing his palm flat against the small untouched bud. I gasped, my breath being completely taken away as he smoothly slid in and out of my virginal hole. This was what the hype was about. This intensity, the urge for more, the urge to release every tingling and pent-up sensation. This frenzied feeling was why the world was obsessed with sex.
“You okay?” he whispered against my neck, still gently moving one finger in and out. “I don’t want it to hurt.”
“Hurt?” I somehow managed to say. “Why the hell would this hurt?”
His breath tickled my ear. “Feels amazing, doesn’t it?” I only groaned in response, my hips meeting his steady hand. “I’ll make it feel even better.”
“Is that possible?” I gasped, squeezing my eyes closed, trying to comprehend the sensation.
Continuing to push in and out of me with one finger, he moved his thumb, pressing it against the small nub. My breath caught in my throat as my body shook. “It’s more than possible, beautiful.”
His thumb rotated in a slow rhythm, matching the in and out of his finger. His speed began to pick up, faster with both directions. My legs trembled, opening as wide as they could for his angle to become deeper. His breathing increased along with mine, the flutters in my stomach beginning to multiply, pulsing to my groin.
Before I could wrap my head around what was happening, a surge tingled around my hips, then a massive rush pushed through me. Vance pressed his thumb down on the nub while his finger was buried as deep inside of me as it could, rubbing frantically on a soft bubble. Then, the bubble exploded, a hot and wet swell throbbing through me. My blood pounded in my ears as my lips trembled. Vance must have predicted what was going to happen, his hand grasping my chin, bringing my mouth to his to swallow the uncontrollable moan roaring from my lips.
He sucked on my tongue, his hand stilling inside of me, then gently withdrew. Pulling my legs together and back between his, I curled into him, squeezing my thighs together, still basking in the few pulses that vibrated between my legs. Vance hugged me close to his chest, cuddling me while I trembled from the incredible rush.
Chapter Fifteen
Vance
She was utterly beautiful, spent in my arms. Her chest rising and falling at a steady pace. She was curled contently against me, her nipples still erect and brushing against my pecs. I was rock hard from making her come, but no way was I expecting her to return the favor.
I learned a lot about Lauren within the past hour.
I assumed she wasn’t experienced when it came to sex, but by how her body squirmed and reacted to my touch, it was safe to say I’d just witnessed her first orgasm. The thought made my cock twitch, wanting to cram into her snug hole. The way she clamped down on my single finger had me almost coming in my shorts. She was unbelievably tight, and I was sure I’d have to work her with more than one finger before I could fuck her.
But it wouldn’t be fucking, would it? Fucking would be quick and for my own pleasure. I’d go slow with Lauren, savor her, kiss every inch of her delectable body before I’d indulge in claiming her.
A shudder revved throughout me. The thought of being as close to Lauren as possible, in the most intimate way, made my heart pound. I wanted to feel that connection, have her lust-filled eyes gazing at me as I’d fill her.
I was going to have to shower tonight and beat off if I ever wanted the color in my balls to return. I could relive this evening, or add to it. Laying her down in the sand, throwing her legs over my shoulder…
“Vance?” she hummed.
I acknowledged her with a kiss to the forehead.
“I just remembered something.” She sat up, adjusting her bra and tank top. I frowned inwardly. I liked the way her skin felt against mine.
“What’s that?”
Glancing at me, she blushed and bit her lip. “Marcy and Colt.”
I grinned and leaned back on my hands. “They’re probably naked behind us.”
She peeked over my shoulder. “Actually, they’re lying on a blanket, and not on top of each other.” Her face heated even more. “What if...”
My hand caressed her flushed cheek. “They heard us?” Her eyes darted away from mine. “I wouldn’t let that happen.”
Pulling her chin, I forced her to look at me. “Don’t be embarrassed.”
She blushed more, but offered me a small smile. “Now I get what you mean by losing self-control.”
Holding in my chuckle, I let her face go and stood, pulling her to stand with me. I massaged her biceps and ran my nose along hers. “I’m practicing my self-control right now.”
She took a sharp inhale, her eyes widening. I smiled, giving her a chaste kiss. “Come on.”
Taking her hand, we went the twenty yards to Colt and Marcy. The bonfire was winding down, and to my surprise, Marcy was snug against Colt, her eyes closed and lips slightly parted. Colt was gazing at her.
I knew that look. That’s how I looked at Lauren.
We were both in trouble.
“Hey, we should get going,” I told Colt.
He kept looking at her as if he would forget what she looked like if he took his eyes away. Colt had spent the last few weeks watching over Lauren, which meant he was spending a lot of time with Marcy as his cover up. No doubt he was falling in love with her.
The beat of my heart sped up. Was that what was happening with me? I shook my head, releasing Lauren’s hand. I threw sand on the fire as if that’s why I let go of her, but really, I needed distance. Was this feeling love? Was I even capable of having that emotion?
“Marcy,” Lauren shook her shoulder in attempts to wake her. “We should get back before YaYa wakes up and calls the police.”
Marcy startled, then snuggled into Colt more. Both Colt and Lauren laughed. Finally, Colt stood and picked up Marcy.
“Do you think YaYa will mind if I carry her to bed?”
“I think she’d shoot you,” I told Colt. Both he and Lauren laughed, but I was dead serious.
Colt coaxed Marcy awake, getting her to stand on her own and walk back through the tall grasses, holding his hand.
Lauren laced her arm through mine as we followed behind them. I knew YaYa would be standing outside waiting for them, and I was going to hear an earful bringing them back so late at night. Technically, she didn’t want me anywhere near either of them to begin with. She didn’t seem to share the same feelings toward Colt, though. She even made him dinner a few times. Now that, I was jealous of.
Thankfully, the lights were off, and both girls tiptoed up the steps. Lauren waved bashfully at me before she disappeared into the stilted house.
Colt sighed heavily, running his hand through his hair. He didn’t want to leave Marcy, and the inner turmoil of feelings he had toward her were clear. He needed to put them aside for now. We had work to do.
I glanced at him, then stomped to the passenger side of his truck. I was thankful he drove to meet the girls so I wouldn’t have to make the six-mile trek back without the shoes and shirt I threw somewhere on the beach while I was running from my anxiety.
“Come on. I need to get some shoes and a shirt. Then we need to go trolling.”
Colt stared at me in shock. “Are you serious?”
“Yep.”
His brows furrowed. “I can’t… I mean…”
My eyes narrowed at him. “You don’t have a choice.”
Putting his mouth into a thin line, he finally moved to his side of the door. “Fine.”
I had to find Abby. I needed her to be accessible so I could bring her into the Cage at the right time so I could take Marcus down and keep Lauren safe.
I was growing more and more attached to Lauren, and I cou
ldn’t fathom something happening to her. I’d have to come up with a plan to get her out of town during the Cage sale. She couldn’t be anywhere within reach for Marcus to do something crazy, like go get her himself. Because the crazy fucker would if it meant he’d make a large profit.
Colt was seething next to me as we rode to the shop. He didn’t say a word until I was back in the car fully dressed and told him which bar to go to.
“How can you do this?” he asked through gritted teeth.
Gazing out the window, I remained neutral. “It’s business.”
“Fucking with people’s emotions?” he said in bewilderment. “I get the one night stands, the one night sweet whispers, but you’ve been leading her on for weeks.”
“I’m not bringing her in,”I snorted in disgust.
“But you’re willing to fuck someone else?”
I hid the tremors that ran through my body. Screwing was never hard for me, but that was because I had never felt a connection before. No one said I needed to fuck girls before I brought them into the Cage. I’d have to cross that bridge when I got there. “I haven’t slept with her.”
His face scrunched together. “So? I haven’t slept with Marcy either.”
My brow raised. I didn’t buy that.
His face flushed more, this time from embarrassment instead of anger. “She… I mean we haven’t been… ” He sighed in frustration.
I knew what he was getting at. I felt the same about Lauren. She deserved more than a quick fuck on the beach. She deserved more than the messed-up shell of a man I’d become. I was willing to bet Colt shared similar feelings.
As much as I wanted to console him, I still had a job to do. I made sure my voice was stern. “This is why I told you not to get involved. You’re letting your emotions get in the way. If you want to work for me, you have to troll and find girls. I don’t give a shit about women’s feelings. We don’t have much time, and I need more women.”
Colt’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t buy that. If you didn’t care about Lauren, you wouldn’t have me babysitting her every night while you make deals and attend your top-secret meetings.”
“I’m not attached.” I lied. “YaYa would kill all of us if Marcy and Lauren got mixed up in how fucked up The Shore has become. There are too many trollers out there that could snatch them without realizing who they were.”
“Fine. The next time I see Marcy and Lauren, I’ll make sure to bring Tucker.”
I glared at him. He knew I couldn’t stand Tucker, and the little shit realized how much I hated when Tucker was anywhere near Lauren.
“Tucker is busy doing his job. He’s brought two girls in the past two weeks. If you don’t want to fuck them, fine. You still need to search and try to persuade them. Otherwise, you need to get the fuck out of this business.”
His foot pounded on the breaks when we reached the nightclub, slamming his door as he jumped out. It was obvious he didn’t want to be here. I secretly hoped he would tell me to fuck off and leave, but he had nowhere to go, and the feeling of abandonment and despair distorts what’s right and what’s wrong in a person’s head.
Colt broke the silence as we walked through the parking lot. “Lauren is a good girl. Marcy told me she’s been through a ton of shit. She doesn’t deserve to be brought into this,” he whispered.
“I know,” I matched his tone, “which is why I’ve had you stay with them. Look-” We stopped in the middle of the parking lot, the thumping music blaring from the club in the background. “After you bring me a girl, I’ll see if I can place you somewhere else. Maybe you can focus on deal transports. I can’t promise you anything.”
Colt only nodded, still unsure what he wanted. Momentarily, I debated bringing him into my other side, but that would be too dangerous. Maybe Riley would be willing to have him as an informant. Colt was trustworthy. It was his best quality, but Riley might not be interested in offering him the same clean record as he offered me. Colt was new, and didn’t have rank like I did. But having another man on my side might make this job a touch easier.
The club was busier than it had been all month. The summer vacationers were slowly coming into town, and I cringed. It was easier to find women to hunt.
“I need to find a bartender,” I said to Colt over the loud music.
He glanced around, his hunter eyes scanning for possible girls. He was trying to get into the zone and please me. I hated myself a little bit more inside for encouraging him to go against his conscience.
Colt took off in the opposite direction as me. Whether he was going to find a girl or he just wanted to get the fuck away from me, I wasn’t sure. Making my way to the back porch, I still hadn’t found Abby yet, and hoped she’d be at the back bar like before. A few girls approached me, the drunk haze in their eyes as they tried to flirt with me. I only ignored them, wanting this night to be over with. Maybe she didn’t work here anymore? That would be the safest bet for her.
Pulling myself into a corner, I took out my phone. Maybe texting a bit with Lauren would help distract me. If she weren’t already asleep. I imagined a woman’s first orgasm would be tiring. I smirked to myself, loving the fact I was the one to give it to her.
Sleep well, beautiful.
I waited impatiently for her to text back. Then I saw the blonde with the huge tits working the bar, and poor Abby in her shadow. She looked miserable. Taking a deep breath and putting away my phone, I took a seat at the bar, hoping the blonde wouldn’t remember me. By the way she slithered to my side of the bar, I wasn’t so lucky.
“What happened the other night?” she pouted, leaning over the bar and putting her tits on display yet again. I only glanced this time. I wasn’t in the mood for this bitch.
“Something came up. I need to talk to Abby.”
Her brows narrowed. “Abby is busy. Talk to me.”
“What do I need to do for you to give her a fifteen-minute break?” Fifteen minutes would be enough to get the information I needed.
She smirked, pulling her shirt down more, revealing her bright pink bra. “Spend fifteen minutes with me, then we’ll talk.”
I contained my sigh and stood from the stool, leaning so I was inches from her face. She didn’t smell good like Lauren. She was too florally. It burned my nostrils. “Fine.”
She smirked, tossing her smock on the counter and slithered her way toward me. She didn’t even have the decency to tell Abby she left. Thankfully, Abby didn’t notice I was here. “Follow me.”
She lead me passed the bathroom where a few couples were being less than appropriate. She turned and winked at me, grabbing my hand and yanking me into an office, slamming the door in the process.
She jumped me the second we entered the dark room.
Literally. Luckily, I had fast reaction time, otherwise I would have fallen on my ass when she clinched her legs around my hips. Her tongue dove into my mouth without hesitation, and I was beyond baffled.
“I’ve been dreaming about this for a month,” she panted, then plunged her tongue back down my throat, her hands gripping my hair painfully. My hands clamped down on her ass to hold her upright.
Guilt rushed through me. She was nothing like Lauren, nowhere near as soft or delicate as she was. My lips didn’t belong on this blonde bitch.
My hands dropped from her butt once my knees hit a desk, causing her to squeal as she thudded against the hard surface. I tried to pull back from her, but she kept her grip around my neck.
Ignoring my resistance, she unlatched one hand and went for my shorts.
I grabbed her wrist. “Whoa, whoa, whoa.”
“What’s wrong?” She flirted, attempting to sound innocent. Releasing her other hand from my neck, she reached for a lamp, nearly blinding me when the light flicked on.
She bit her lip, pulling her shirt completely over her head and unclasping her bra.
The bra did those big tits a lot of justice. “You don’t need to take your clothes off.”
Pouting, she began pla
ying with her tits, and I frowned. “Don’t you want to touch them?”
If this moment would have happened before I met Lauren, I’d be deep in this bitch by now, but I just couldn’t do it. Now I knew what Colt was talking about. I closed my eyes, backing toward the door. I couldn’t do this.
“I need to go.” I snuck out, ignoring her calling after me.
What was my problem? Was I really that into this girl? How the fuck was I going to get through this?
My heart pumped rapidly, sweat dripping down my neck as I scurried down the hall. The noise of the music made my ears bleed, the sound of blood pounding at a deafening rate. My emotions were beginning to take over my life, and it just couldn’t happen.
I had too much shit to get done. Too much hatred towards my father. Both my hands scratched the top of my head, then I slammed into a body, nearly knocking over the frail frame. My hands left my head, grabbing her waist to keep her from falling.
“I’m so sorry!” She shrieked, her big blue eyes staring at me in apology.
Of course, it was Abby, and I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to bring her to the dark side.
“What are you doing here?” She asked curiously.
“Hi, look, I want to talk with you, but not here,” I said quickly, glancing behind me, worried big tits would come chasing at me without her clothing.
Her brows pinched together with confusion. “Okay…?”
“Tell me your phone number.”
“Do you want me to write it down for you on a piece of paper? The office back there-”
I held up my hands to stop her. “No, not necessary, I can remember it.” I wouldn’t be caught dead going back there.
“Okay, it’s 465-975-6604.”
I closed my eyes, replaying the number in my head, then bolted around her and through the club, focusing on the numbers and completely ignoring everyone around me until I got to Colt’s truck and entered her number into my phone. Not surprisingly, Colt was sitting in the truck, smoking. By how his eyes were half-lidded, I assumed it wasn’t a cigarette.
“Sorry, boss. I just couldn’t do it.”
