Delayed Call

by Toni Aleo

  In front of Vaughn Johansson.

  Wow, this was one hell of a plot twist in her life. Breathless, she felt his hand move from her hip to her burning hot core, and her eyes fell shut. “Never.”

  He chuckled against her jaw, his breath hot against her lips as he muttered, “Fuck yes.”

  “I will never admit it.”

  “You so wet for me.”

  “I’m always wet.”

  Biting on her bottom lip, he shook his head. “One, that’s not fair. How am I supposed to look at you ever again without wanting to be deep inside of you? And two, you don’t have to lie to kick it, baby. It’s cool that you want me. It’s a natural occurrence.”

  Opening her eyes, she met his gaze as their noses pressed together. “Vaughn.”

  “Yes, baby?” His fingers moved along her lower lips. It felt so fucking good, she was pretty sure she was going to come right there, just from his touch.

  Moving her hand from the buckle of his belt, she took ahold of his cock through his pants as he cried out against her mouth. “Don’t make me hurt you.”

  His lips curved, his eyes full of amusement, but she just held his gaze. “You’re so mean.”

  Before she could say anything, his finger curved inside of her and she was the one crying out. Clutching on to him, she shivered against his body as he turned her around, pushing her down into the chair as R. Kelly sang about wanting to taste someone. Who knew what he said because all Brie saw was Vaughn as he pushed her legs up onto the high arms of the chair. She was wide open to him as he went to his knee, his eyes on her center as he ran his fingers up the backs of her thighs and then down again.

  “I’ve wondered if you were shaved or not.”

  Holding on to her ankles, she just watched him, her heart pounding against her ribs as her center throbbed for him. She had never wanted another man as much as she wanted him. Her whole body was crying for him. Begging for his touch as he just looked at her, his fingers slowly grazing the backs of her thighs. She wasn’t sure what he was doing until he smiled. “You have a birthmark on the inside of your thigh.”

  She just blinked. “Is it distracting?”

  “Yeah, I wanna lick it.”

  “Freak.”

  He shrugged. “Maybe, but it’s interesting. Looks like a heart.”

  “It is.”

  He smiled. “Really?”

  “Yeah, my mom had a similar one on her wrist.”

  “That’s cool.”

  She smiled as she nodded, but she really didn’t want to talk about that right now. She’d really like it if he dropped that insanely gorgeous mouth to her center and rocked her world. But then his gaze went to her stomach. She worried that she had too many rolls—she wasn’t bone thin, for sure—but his eyes kept moving over her ribs before his brows pulled together. She pulled her leg down as he ran his finger along her ribs.

  “‘Strength is what we gain from the madness we survive.’ That’s amazing.”

  “It’s my life in a tattoo.”

  “I love it.”

  “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.” His eyes met hers as his fingers tweaked her nipples, and her center clenched and pleaded for him. “Have I said I find you incredibly irresistible right now? Right like this. I don’t want you to move. I want to lie in bed and watch you just like this.” He fell back on his haunches and undid his pants. Her mouth went dry as he took his cock out of his pants, grasping it in one hand as his other hand caressed her body. Yeah, he wasn’t lying. He was fucking huge. His cock went past his belly button and was so fucking thick, veiny, and hard. God, she wanted it. “I could get off, right here, watching you.”

  When his heated gaze finally met hers, she was at a loss for words. She had never had a man speak to her like that. But then, that was Vaughn. He left her speechless, over and over again, because he had no filter. He said what he wanted, when he wanted to. Before, it used to piss her off, but now, it turned her on beyond belief. Clearing her throat, she tried to seem unaffected. “Or, you can drop that mouth of yours right here and get me off.”

  His lips quirked at the side as his eyes dropped down to where she was pointing. “Right there?” His fingers reached out, touching her right at the bundle of nerves that was aching for him.

  “Yeah,” she gasped as his fingers pressed into her, moving along her clit. Her eyes rolled back in her head as his breathing picked up.

  “You want my mouth, huh?” His voice was rough, so deep, and fuck, she was going to come.

  “Yes, please,” she begged. She expected some smartass comeback, but she wasn’t answered with words. Instead, he smacked her hand away and dropped his lips to her, taking her whole in his mouth. She came up off the chair, crying out his name as his tongue drove into her, licking against her clit with no goal in the world but to please her. Curling his tongue up inside of her, he pressed the tip lightly against her clit as she dug her fingers into her own ankles, his name coming from her lips in breathy gasps. Her whole body was on fire, shaking as he did what he wanted with her.

  When his fingers entered her, she squeezed them, her body clenching as she screamed out, surprising herself at the noises that were leaving her. She had never experienced so much stimulation in her life. His tongue was ruthless, his fingers masterful as he undid her in such a way she swore she would feel it for weeks. As she came unraveled, his name fell from her lips repeatedly and her whole body tightened. Her toes curled so hard, she was developing a cramp in them, but she didn’t care.

  She was on some kind of cloud that was taking her out of the fucking world.

  But before she could even try to recover, she heard the rip of foil and then he was inside of her in one thrust. Leaving her speechless all over again. Pushing her up in the seat with another thrust, he brought his knees onto the chair. Her ass landed against his thighs as his thumbs bit into the spots he had been stroking moments ago. Groaning against her temple, he continued to thrust, stealing her breath with each movement. Or maybe it was because he had her folded into a taco as he pounded into her, his cock going so deep inside of her she felt it in her chest.

  But she’d never tell him to stop.

  “Fuck, Brie,” he muttered, his voice strained. “Your pussy… Fuck, it’s heaven.”

  She wanted to be proud of herself, and she was pretty sure she had a witty comment somewhere deep inside of her, but she couldn’t find it. She was being pounded by a beast of a man, and she just prayed she was able to walk away unscathed.

  Though, she was pretty sure that wasn’t going to happen. The walking or the unscathed part.

  As her body started to seize up once more, her orgasm building with each thrust, she found herself all of a sudden being lifted up by her legs. Her arms came out to hold on to his neck as their mouths crashed together, kissing with desperate need. Her body wrapped around his as he held on to her like a life preserver before they were moving again. Pulling away, he kissed her nose and then lowered her to the bed. She fully expected him to start thrusting inside her once more, but he pulled out, flipping her over onto her stomach.

  Smacking her ass hard, he demanded, “Get on your hands and knees.”

  Since she didn’t know where her voice was, she did as he asked, her ass going up in the air as he rubbed the spot he had just smacked. “That’s right. Put that perfectly round ass up in the air. Yeah, baby, just like that.” Sliding his hand over the globe of her ass, he ran his thumb along her asshole, pressing slightly. “Do you like anal?”

  She shook her head quickly. “Um, no, sir. That’s an exit only.”

  “Duly noted.”

  “Good talk.”

  She heard him chuckling as his thumb pressed once more. “Do you like pressure?”

  “A bit,” she admitted, though, before that moment, she hadn’t even realized she did. But it felt good. He felt good, and when he entered her from behind, her feet wrapped around his thighs as he went in to the hilt. His other hand gripped her hip as he h
issed loudly.

  “Fuck, how is this so good?”

  “I’m wondering the same thing.”

  When he started to move, thrusting so hard her breasts hit the bottom of her chin, all she could do was hold on. He was so deep—and so big—she felt it everywhere. When his hand slammed against her ass again, she cried out as he hissed out another breath, her name falling from his lips in a husky, erotic tone. And for some reason, that was all it took for her to come. Hard, squeezing him as he stilled inside of her, his breath hot against her neck. “Already?”

  “I got nothing,” she gasped out, her body still shaking as she dug her fingers into the covers. Vaughn chuckled against her back before reaching around her and pulling her up so that her back rested against his chest. Grasping her chin, he tilted it to take her mouth with his. He started to thrust up into her, slowly at first. But as their kisses became more demanding, he went harder, her whole body smacking against his until he let out a guttural yell against her mouth. His hand squeezed her face while his other hand squeezed her breast, his own body shaking against her. It stung, maybe even hurt, but she yearned for it.

  For him.

  Thrusting once and then again, he finally stilled as they both gasped for breath. Letting go of her face, he kissed her nose as his thumb stroked her between her legs. “Sorry. That caught me off guard,” he whispered as he pressed a kiss to her chin and the side of her mouth. “I left a mark.”

  “It’s fine,” she whispered back as he slowly pulled out of her and let her go, getting off the bed. Falling face first into the very soft pillow, she pulled in a deep breath as her body ached deliciously.

  Holy shit. That just happened.

  She just had crazy amazing sex with Vaughn Johansson.

  Rolling onto her side, she looked toward the bathroom, catching sight of his perfectly muscular ass as he washed his hands and then ran a washcloth over his mouth. When he looked over at her, he smiled and she smiled back.

  Crap. Something just happened there.

  Something she hadn’t expected.

  Wiping his hands on the towel, he leaned against the door and shook his head. “I love your body.”

  She blushed as she ran her hand up her ribs and around her stomach. “I’m thick.”

  He didn’t even hesitate as he insisted, “You’re gorgeous.”

  But when he started for the bed for what she hoped was another round of everything they had just done…and maybe some more, her phone started going off. Glancing at the time, she saw it was past midnight, and she furrowed her brow. Reaching over the side of the bed for her wristlet, she pulled her phone out and saw it was the hospital.

  Rodney.

  Her heart jumped into her throat as she answered it quickly. “Hello?”

  “Ms. Soledad, this is Antoinette, Rodney’s nurse. We spoke earlier?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Great. Sorry to bother you, but Rodney is having trouble sleeping, and he has asked for you to come up here. He said he had been texting you, but when I checked his phone, it wasn’t even on, so I figured I’d call.”

  “No, thank you. I don’t see anything from him. He does that sometimes, especially when he’s medicated. I’m coming up there. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  Hanging up, she sat on the side of the bed for a moment before looking up at Vaughn. “Um, Rodney is having trouble sleeping.”

  Concern filled his face. “Is he okay?”

  “Yeah, he probably can’t sleep with the meds and all. It happens.” Shaking her head, she ran her hands through her hair. “I feel like shit, I should have been there.”

  “He told us to leave, he wanted to sleep.”

  “Yeah, but I’m going to go ahead and go up there.”

  “Okay.” His answer surprised her a bit. She thought he would want to go with her, but that probably wasn’t a good idea. She didn’t want to give the wrong idea to Rodney, not when she had no clue what was going on herself. But one thing was for sure, she wanted more of Vaughn. So much more.

  Standing up, she walked around the bed toward him, ignoring her dress, to wrap her arms around his waist. “We brought in the New Year.”

  He smiled, glancing at the clock. “We did.”

  “We missed it.”

  “Shit, I didn’t miss anything.” His hand took hold of her ass as he squeezed. “I was right where I wanted to be.”

  A grin took over her lips as she leaned her chin into his chest. “You know they say wherever you are when the clock strikes twelve is where you’ll be the whole year.”

  His face lit up. “So I’ll be inside of you all year?”

  “If you play your cards right.”

  Leaning down, he took her mouth with feverish need as his fingers dug into her ass. Getting lost in his kisses, she felt horrible for not wanting to leave, but she had to. She wanted to, for Rodney. Though, she wished that Vaughn would want to go. She almost asked him to, but she caught herself. It was their first night together. They weren’t in love, and he wasn’t hers. She needed to slow down. This was just starting; she couldn’t rush it.

  Though, it felt right.

  So damn right, and she just hoped he felt the same.

  “Oh, good, you didn’t do it.”

  Vaughn and Tricksie looked up from the TV to Jensen, who had just walked in. He looked dead tired, and Vaughn figured it was because it was past his bedtime. The dude was an old man in a model’s body. “Do what?”

  “Brie.”

  Vaughn smiled. “Yes, I did.”

  Jensen threw his hands up. “Where is she? You couldn’t last long?”

  Vaughn laughed. “Dude, come on. I rocked her world, and then her brother called. So we didn’t get to round two or three.”

  Shaking his head, Jensen threw off his coat and then suit jacket before undoing his cuff links and sitting down. He sent Vaughn a very disapproving, fatherly stare. Which was annoying, since Vaughn was older than him. “So what was said?”

  Shrugging as he grinned, Vaughn just shook his head. “There wasn’t much talking, Jenny. We were banging. In case you don’t know what that means, it’s when a man—”

  Rolling his eyes, Jensen set him with a glare. “You know what I mean.”

  “No, I don’t,” he said honestly. “We fucked, Jenny. It was nothing.”

  That was a big fat lie, but he wasn’t even touching what he was feeling inside. And he sure as hell wasn’t admitting to feeling anything but satisfied. Truth was, Brie rocked his fucking world. He might say it was him that did it all, but it wasn’t. She exuded sex, and he hadn’t even realized it until he saw her naked. Yeah, he had wondered what she had under all those clothes, but seeing it, touching it, tasting it, feeling it… Nothing could compare to even his wildest dreams. She was everything and more. So responsive, so fucking beautiful… He could still feel her next to him, and he wasn’t sure what that meant.

  And it scared him.

  Badly.

  But he wasn’t telling anyone that.

  Especially not Jenny.

  “I know this, Vaughn, which is why I’m wondering what you told Brie. You know, the reporter for our team?”

  “I know who she is, Jenny, and we didn’t talk much. Well, we picked at each other, but it was more doing than talking.”

  “Vaughn.”

  “Jensen.”

  Glaring, Jensen shook his head. “She isn’t like the other girls, the ones you fuck for kicks and kick out. She has feelings. She’s not that kind of girl.”

  “You don’t know that.”

  “Yes, I do, and you know it too.”

  He ignored that and shrugged. “It was nothing. We’ve been foreplaying for weeks, it was bound to happen. We’re good.”

  “You’re going to hurt her.”

  “I won’t. If we do it again, which I doubt we will, then I’ll let her know it’s only fucking. If she’s cool with it, we’ll keep on. If not, then I’ll let her down easy. She’s a strong
girl.”

  “Strong girls don’t take rejection easier because they’re strong. It hurts, and she’s into you.”

  He scoffed. “She hates me. It was hate fucking. No big deal.”

  But he didn’t have to look at Jensen to know that he saw right through him.

  Hell, even he knew that was all a lie.

  “No, Vaughn, you both are feeling each other more than just physically. And if you don’t want more, and we both know you’ll never want more, then you need to be honest.”

  “Yeah, fine,” Vaughn said, waving him off. Jensen was overreacting. They’d had a good time. If it came up again, he’d tell her the truth, that he wasn’t looking for anything more than fucking. He wasn’t that guy. He didn’t do relationships, and he was okay with that. He had Jenny and he had Tricksie, along with Wells and Wren and everyone else at NateWay. He didn’t need a woman.

  No matter how hot and explosive it felt to be with Brie.

  What did he expect, though? She was the match to his gasoline. He knew from the rip that things would be dangerous, but he’d wanted to play. Now, he was either going to get burned or dance in the fire until it flamed out. He wasn’t sure which one he wanted, and he sure as hell didn’t want to decide now. He wasn’t even sure what he was feeling, so he’d do what he wanted until he figured that out. If she didn’t like it, then that was that. He wasn’t making any promises, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to change how he felt.

  “Someone is going to get hurt, and as much as I want to say it will be only her for your sake, I think it will be both of you.”

  Looking up at Jensen, Vaughn rolled his eyes. “I don’t get hurt.”

  Setting him with a look, Jensen laughed. “So Hazel didn’t hurt you?”

  Vaughn threw his hands up, startling Tricksie, who then popped up, barking. “Why do you gotta bring her up?”

  “Because she’s the reason you are the way you are. Not everyone is her.”

  “I don’t care.”

  “You do. And you need to be careful. Really, Vaughn. I’m serious.”

  “I hear you. Damn, get off my back.”

  Reaching for Tricksie, Vaughn cuddled her, kissing her head as he closed his eyes. The last person he wanted to think about was Hazel, and he was pissed Jensen had brought her up. He did well leaving that chick in the dark recesses of his brain, and he wanted to keep it that way. He wasn’t sure why he was getting so upset. Hazel was old news, she was history, and he was over her. Yeah, she had broken him in ways he hadn’t thought he could be broken, but she was in the past.