Captured (Vice, Virtue & Video Book 2)

by Bianca Giovanni

  She starts making her small, staccato gasps, and I feel her starting to quiver inside. Soon, the whimpers kick in and she explodes around me in rapid pulses and contractions. It takes everything in me to keep from losing my shit entirely.

  She looks at me with a glance that combines surprise, pleasure, and appreciation. It’s so loving and special that I feel like my heart’s going to burst.

  “I love you,” I say over and over. “I love you more than anything. You’re the love of my life, Lola.”

  I look into her eyes, and there’s a moment when the whole world around us totally dissolves and there’s nothing else that matters besides her. I’ve never felt anything like this, and it’s sort of a combination moment of clarity/out-of-body experience/emotional supernova.

  I know I won’t last much longer. She seems to know, too, because she looks right in my eyes and whispers that she loves me.

  That’s all it takes. I pant out an “I love you” as I come, concluding the most significant event of my entire life.

  I practically collapse onto her, feeling more exhausted than I ever have from sex. She wraps her arms around me and embraces me tightly as I raise my head enough to keep kissing her.

  “That was so…perfect,” she softly declares, still a little out of breath.

  I grin from ear to ear as I look at her satisfied smile. I’m very proud of that evaluation.

  “I love you so much, Lola,” I whisper to her.

  “I love you too, James.”

  I feel invincible. Nothing in the world can touch me. Lola loves me.

  Chapter 23

  Lola

  I BREATHE A RELAXED SIGH as I rest my head on James’s chest. His skin is warm and smooth, and his fingers are delicately tracing up and down my back. With his other hand, he gently nudges my chin up and gives me a tender kiss. I smile as I look in his eyes. So perfect. This moment is so perfect.

  “Did it hurt?” he asks me a little apologetically.

  “No, not really.”

  “Oh, thank God!” he says with a big sigh of relief.

  I giggle. That is so James.

  “I was so freaked out about hurting you,” he says with a shy smile.

  “I could tell that you were at first, but it felt incredible and I enjoyed every second of it,” I say, kissing him again.

  “I love you, baby, and it means so much to me to hear you say that.”

  “I’m glad it was you, James,” I whisper to him.

  “Fuck yeah! I am too.” He grins and pulls me into him so he can give me a meaningful, lingering kiss.

  The sun has fully set, and all the lights are off in the house. The only beam of light coming into my bedroom is from the porch light at the Laird house next door. It’s casting this lovely glow on us that feels like stardust and not some Home Depot porch light—but I probably only think that because of the post-coital, romantic state that I’m in.

  Wow! James is so beautiful. Being right here with him—especially after what we’ve just experienced together—has left me feeling like I can see him in microscopic detail. The pouty curve of his bottom lip, the strong, straight line of his nose, the way his long hair fans out in soft waves against the pillow, the stubble on his square jaw, the arch of his brows, the way his hazel eyes look at me, everything is magnified and amplified by my love for him.

  I sigh and bite my bottom lip as I giggle. “What do we do now? What’s the standard after-sex protocol? You’re gonna have to teach me.”

  He chuckles and turns on his side, nudging me onto my back and leaning over to kiss and nuzzle my neck.

  “Oh, I got a lot I want to teach you, baby,” he whispers.

  I nearly swoon.

  “But first, I think we should have some dinner.” He grins and sits up. “Let me make you something.”

  I was hungry for something else, but now that I think about it, I am pretty famished. I was too upset to have dinner last night, and I was too depressed to have breakfast or lunch today. Something from the old James Laird cookbook would hit the spot right about now.

  “Okay.” I nod and sit up. I watch with amusement as James stands up from the bed, giving me a spectacular look at his toned, tanned body. That man is truly a thing of beauty!

  “I’ll see what we’ve got going on in there.” He smiles back at me and walks toward the door.

  “You’re gonna cook naked?”

  “Yep!” He grins broadly and disappears off to the kitchen.

  I’m laughing hard as I grab a bathrobe and race after him. He’s peeking in cabinets and scoping out ingredients in the fridge in full view of the kitchen window. I rush to close the blinds, and I can hear him snickering.

  “Thank God my mom’s out of town! Don’t know how she’d react to this,” I say, laughing.

  “Oh, snap!” His eyebrows shoot up. “I totally forgot about that!”

  “She’s gone for a few days, but I can’t believe you walked in here butt-ass naked without even checking.”

  He shrugs.

  “Dude, I have neighbors—including your fucking parents—for Christ’s sake!”

  “You know,” he says, turning to give me a flirtatious grin, “you never used to walk around naked when we were growing up.”

  I giggle and shake my head.

  “I could see right in from my room, and you never decided to just take off all your clothes and dance around in your panties or something in front of your bedroom window. I feel totally deprived, now that I think about it.”

  “I think that only exists in movies.” I give him a skeptical look. “Although, if I’d known you were looking, I might have given it a try a couple times just to fuck with your raging, teenage hormones.”

  “Shit, I wish you would have! Then I wouldn’t have had to spend so much time picturing you naked.”

  Um, what? “You pictured me naked when we were growing up?”

  “All the time, dude,” he replies like I’m crazy for thinking otherwise.

  “Seriously?”

  “Lo, you’re a super hot chick with perfect tits and a spectacular ass. Of course I pictured you naked,” he says, chuckling. “When I was, I don’t know, maybe sixteen or seventeen, I used to jack it thinking about you sometimes.”

  “What?” I giggle uncontrollably.

  “It started right around that time I felt you up at Keegan’s pool party.”

  I flush at the very vivid memory of his lips brushing my neck and his hands caressing my breasts.

  “Every now and then, when I was doing it, you’d pop up in my mind. It wasn’t like I deliberately jerked off to you, but sometimes you’d make an appearance.”

  “A masturbation cameo?” I raise an eyebrow.

  “Exactly.” He chuckles. “It was at that age where I was old enough to know better and you were young enough that I should not have been thinking about you in that kind of way. But you were the only girl who wouldn’t fuck me, so it seemed sorta safe to think about you because I just assumed it could never turn real.”

  “And look at us now.” I run my palms up his gorgeous chest as I kiss him. “I should have done this, like, ten years ago.”

  “You’re damn right!” he playfully boasts. “I would have turned your little ass out back then. I’ve been knocking it out since I was in middle school, Lola, and you could have had all of this.”

  I laugh loudly and take a glance over his naked body. Very nice! “I know.” I nod with a smirk. “It’s really not fair. Hey, hindsight’s twenty/twenty, I guess.”

  “I’m sure we’ll figure out a way to make up for lost time,” he says, giving me a sexy smile that practically brings me to my knees.

  He kisses me this time and it’s a real kiss—none of this cutesy, flirty stuff. Our lips lock together, and our tongues caress each other as his hands slide down the small of my back. I press against him, and I can feel his body starting to awaken.

  “Mmm.” He pulls away from the kiss. “Dinner first.”

  “Are you sure?�
� I sensually purr, slowly untying my robe.

  “Fuck!” He laughs and shakes his head. “Oh, you’ve got this shit down. You know how to fuckin’ play me. By tomorrow I’ll just be doing anything you say.”

  “As if you didn’t before.”

  “Close this shit!” He pulls my robe closed. “I’m too hungry and I can’t cook with a hard-on.”

  I laugh loudly. “Yes, sir.” I salute with a snicker.

  He stops for a second and looks at me, his lips curved into a devilish little smile. “One more kiss and then I’m cooking,” he says rapidly as he pulls me against him again.

  I’m laughing when our lips part, and I shake my head to myself.

  “What?” He grins, gathering up the supplies for his delicious fully loaded nachos.

  “I just lost my virginity to my gorgeous, male-model-looking, professional-dick-slinger best friend, and now he’s naked and slicing peppers in the middle of my mom’s kitchen. My life has turned out pretty fucking weird.”

  He stops chopping up the jalapeño, lost in a loud bout of hearty laughter. I laugh along with him, appreciating the absurdity of the situation.

  “So, I take it you found this pretty impressive.” He grins and looks down at himself.

  “I found it downright spectacular.” I beam, trying to be as adorable as I can.

  “Well, if you let me finish this meal without teasing the fuck out of me, maybe the two of you can get acquainted again.”

  “Deal!” I grab the cheese grater.

  The whole time we’re cooking, he’s so playful and affectionate. He kisses my shoulder as I stir the beans. He wraps his arms around me and rests his chin on the top of my head while I’m laying out chips. He even gives me a little pat on the butt when I get the sour cream out of the fridge. I, of course, return all these affections in spades, kissing him, running my hands up his sculpted abs and pulling him in for a hug so I can lay my head on his soft sprinkling of chest hair.

  I don’t know about him, but I’m ready and raring to go again by the time dinner is ready. We set the table and then sit down across from each other to eat. I keep giggling because he’s totally nude and he keeps giving me these overly flirty little glances.

  “So, um,” I start to ask as I lick sour cream off my finger, “we can do that some more, right?”

  “You bet!”

  “It’s not gonna hurt or anything, is it?” He deflowered about thirty-five percent of our middle school, so he might have helpful insights on virgin sex.

  “No. I mean, you might be a little sore tomorrow if we do too much. Hey, speaking of which, I didn’t really feel it and you didn’t bleed,” he says, referencing my virginity.

  “No.” I shake my head and look down at my plate with slight embarrassment. “I, um, I didn’t actually have it anymore.”

  “Did Eric do that to you?” he asks, his jaw clenching with barely-restrained anger at the thought.

  “No, no. It happened when I was ten.”

  He looks on confused and concerned, probably imagining all kinds of horrible scenarios.

  “You remember that time I fell off the balance beam in gymnastics? How I bruised my tailbone? Well, I got scared because there was blood and I didn’t know what it was, so I told my mom and she took me to a doctor. I was still too young to have my period so we were all concerned, and the doctor said that the fall jostled me in a way that sort of…ruptured it.”

  “Aw, baby, that had to be so scary for you,” he says sympathetically, meeting my eyes with a warm smile. “How come you never told me?”

  “I was embarrassed. I didn’t know the extent of it or what it meant. When you’re ten and a doctor tells you that something happened inside you down there, you don’t exactly want to put out a press release about it. I didn’t know if it meant that I wasn’t a virgin anymore and I didn’t want you to think I was damaged or something.”

  He reaches across the table and weaves his fingers through mine. “Never, Lola. I would never, ever, ever think less of you about anything. I wish you would have told me, so maybe I could have helped you understand what it meant. Of course you were still a virgin—you were a virgin up until about an hour ago.”

  I think about what just went down in my bedroom, and I feel my cheeks flush just a little.

  “Kind of ironic, huh?” He smiles before taking another bite of nacho.

  “What is?”

  “Eva wanted me to make a tape where I took your virginity, and her big demand was that it hurt and that there be blood, but neither of those things happened when we actually did have sex.”

  The Eva thing still irks me, but it is an interesting twist of fate. “That is kind of funny.”

  “It’s weird, you know?” His brow furrows like he’s concentrating. “I hate her so much, but I don’t think I would have realized how much I love you if I didn’t have some horrible bitch threatening you and pressuring me to do something to you. It really showed me that I felt this strong emotion for you that I didn’t have with anybody else. It made me so protective, and it scared the shit out of me to think of her coming after you or hurting you. She kept putting all this pressure on me and she was being so awful, which made me realize that the only thing that makes me happy, the only thing that’s ever made me really happy, is you.”

  That makes me smile. I love when James has these lightning bolt moments where his eyes open to something he’s never considered about himself. There’s a lot more to him than he thinks, and it can take something drastic to get him to look inside and see what hidden feelings are knocking around in there.

  “I always kinda knew that I loved you. I just felt so different with you than I did with anybody else, but that Eva shit really kicked my ass into gear, you know? I was lying in my bed one night and I just thought, ‘You fuckin’ idiot! You’ve loved this girl since you were in fourth grade!’”

  I snicker.

  “I realized that I had to get off my ass and show you. I had to let you know how I felt and how I’ll always feel,” he says.

  “I had something kind of like that too, but it wasn’t after some traumatic thing. It hit me right after you went down on me that time.”

  “Oh yeah?” he says with a devilish grin. “I was so good at it that I made you fall in love with me, huh?”

  “Pretty much.”

  “I’ll make sure to keep that in mind,” he says with a little wink that inadvertently kindles the smoldering lust I have for him.

  “So, like…we’re gonna have sex a bunch more times tonight, right?” I say, unable to contain my craving. “We can go again right after this, can’t we?”

  He laughs loudly and nods. “Basically, we can keep going until it doesn’t feel good anymore—and you have to say something if it doesn’t, okay? No pretending like it doesn’t hurt because you think I want to keep doing it.”

  I roll my eyes, but I laugh. “I just…I want to do it all the time.”

  He cracks up, throwing his head back with loud laughter. “I got you hooked, huh?”

  “Yes! It just felt so perfect and I loved looking in your eyes, and the fullness of it and everything…I don’t ever want to stop.”

  “Fuck, Lola, that’s so hot!”

  We both hurry to finish dinner, and then he suggests we take a bath, which sounds wonderful. My old bathroom has a decent sized tub, so we pour in lots of bubble bath and wait for it to sufficiently fill up.

  James lifts me up on the counter and stands in front of me, placing soft, tender kisses all over my face as he holds my head in his hands. I find myself grabbing his hips and pulling him into me until he’s pressed right up against me.

  “Beautiful girl,” he whispers as he looks in my eyes. “My beautiful girl.”

  “Yours,” I softly reply.

  “And I’m yours too. You’ve got my whole heart, Lola. It belongs to you and it always has.”

  I lean up and place a sweet kiss on his lips, and he touches foreheads with me, occasionally running his nose up an
d down mine.

  The water fills up, and I giggle at the thought of both of us fitting in the tub. Sure, it’s a lot bigger than the one at my apartment, but James is huge and this is going to be a tight squeeze.

  “How are we both gonna fit in there, Hulk?” I tease.

  “We will. So get your little ass over here and let’s do this.”

  I snicker and hang my robe on the hook as he slides into the bath.

  “Goddamn!” He looks me up and down when I turn around. “My cupcake’s the sexiest woman alive!”

  I blush and feel incredibly flattered by his comment.

  Somehow, we both manage to fit in the tub, and I recline against him with my back to his chest. He wraps his arm around me and uses his other hand to tilt my chin so he can kiss me.

  Pretty soon, his hands are roaming down my body, cupping my breasts as his fingers tease my nipples. I’m so on fire for him anyway that this makes me glow white-hot. His right hand drifts between my legs, and I moan the second his fingertip makes contact with my clitoris. He knows exactly what to do, exactly how to touch me to drive me completely wild, and soon I’m moaning as my hips subtly rock with each of his tiny, outrageously wonderful motions.

  “My gorgeous girl,” he whispers as he tilts his head and kisses my neck. “So beautiful and responsive.”

  I moan louder, and my back bows as I writhe against him. He slides a finger inside me and rubs me at exactly the right angle. I detonate almost instantly.

  “Just like that,” he whispers. “You’re real sensitive tonight, huh?”

  “Yeah,” I breathlessly reply. “It’s you, the things you do to me and how good it feels. I just have this…I don’t know…voracious lust for you right now.”

  His chest bounces me a little as he laughs. “Leave it to you to use a word like ‘voracious’ when you’re describing how bad you want to fuck.”

  “Speaking of which…” I turn around to kiss him, flicking my tongue over his bottom lip.