He crushed his lips against hers, giving a punishing kiss. She shoved at his shoulders but he only held her tighter, smashing her against the door beneath his weight as his tongue plunged between her lips. He groaned as if he was in pain and cradled the back of her head, to protect it from the hard door.
Just as she began to melt for him, he pulled away from her, staring at her lips and scanning her face breathlessly. Finally, the tough-guy façade fell away. “I couldn’t stand seeing him touch you. I missed you, doll. Now I’ve gone and fucked everything up even worse, just like James told me not to do.”
“Oh, shut up,” she muttered and threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. He kissed her again, a bruising, conquering kiss designed to set her innards on fire.
She bit his lower lip when he pulled back and he growled in response as his hands strayed down to her ass and gripped her there so she could feel the hard ridge of his erection pressed to the apex of her thighs. “God, I missed you somethin’ fierce, woman.”
Waves of heat swept through her as she pressed her breasts against his chest, her nipples tight and stinging as they rubbed the lace of her bra. “I missed you, too.”
He buried his mouth against her neck and tremors rocked through her when his teeth scraped against her throat. “You make me crazy. Thinking about you keeps me awake at night. I need you.” He licked at her throat.
“I’m covered in construction dust. I need a shower.”
“Fine,” he murmured, and after he put her back on her feet, he lifted her blouse over her head.
In the shower, he lathered a washcloth with her bodywash, grinning when he noticed the lavender scent. “We chose well for you, huh?”
“Mmmm,” was all she could manage as he rubbed the soapy cloth all over her, washing her from the top of her neck to the tips of her toes. He would’ve washed her hair for her, too, but she’d pinned it back. She could wash it in the morning. Urgency to be with him outweighed all else.
After bathing himself, he climbed out of the shower while she finished cleansing her face. When she came out of the bathroom he had the lights turned down low and the shades drawn. He lit a candle that was there in the room for guests to use, and then he came to her, stealing her breath with another soul-searing kiss. His hard, hot cock branded her abdomen and her cunt ached to be filled with him.
“On the bed,” he growled. He stopped her the second she crawled onto the comforter on her hands and knees. “Just like that. Don’t move.”
She heard a soft thump directly behind her. “What—oh, Vincent!” she cried out as his hot mouth made full contact with her pussy. He’d gone down on his knees at the end of the bed. He growled as he tasted her and sucked her lips and her clit into his mouth in teasing, tugging motions that made her swell with arousal. His pace was ravenous, commanding, and she had a feeling she was about to experience an orgasm in record-breaking time. She could barely breathe and her heart was thumping like a bass drum when he suddenly let go of her and backed away. She howled in frustration, poised right on the brink.
“Ready, doll?”
“Please, Vincent!”
“Want my cock in your pussy?” he asked, and then she heard a familiar whirring sound.
She looked over her shoulder and watched him grin as he held up her bullet vibrator. “You! You got in my luggage?”
“James owes me ten dollars. I bet him you owned at least one toy. He said you didn’t.”
Even irritation didn’t dampen her arousal as he brought the toy around her hip. “I need it to help me sleep!”
“No. You need me and James to help you sleep, doll.”
Any further reply escaped her mind as he held the vibrator alongside her clit on the lowest setting, pressed against her so it was incredibly intense and she couldn’t hold back the loud moan. Her cunt clenched when he gripped her hip with his other hand and the broad head of his very hot cock nudged firmly at her swollen opening, enough to make his demanding presence known but not enough to plunge inside her.
Her breath caught in her throat and heat filled her cheeks as she froze in position, waiting breathlessly, anticipating that first hard, stinging thrust, making her take him, accommodate him. She was ready to beg.
“Tell me what you want, doll. What do you need?”
She hesitated, unable to say the dirty words she knew he wanted to hear. She was afraid she’d fumble, make him laugh at her and ruin the mood. She arched her back and wiggled back on him a little. He just chuckled and didn’t let her have her way.
“Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”
She could picture the way they must look, poised on the brink of him thrusting home, and the animalistic way he’d fuck her. Rough and gentle at the same time, taking what he needed but taking care of her, too.
He shifted the vibrator so it was directly over her clit and whispered in a steely voice, “Tell me, fluff.”
The increased stimulation on her clit sent her to the very edge and shredded her vocal inhibitions. “Fuck me! Oh, honey, fuck me until I scream! I can’t take any more teasing. Gimme your cock!”
“Good girl,” he rasped as he wrapped his hand around the front of her left thigh and pulled her back hard onto his shaft, detonating the mother of all orgasms within her. Instead of dissipating, it swelled and grew larger and larger with each hot, slick thrust until her muscles tensed into one great knot and then unfurled in a second blinding climax. She could hear the loud cry emitting from her throat and there was no holding it back as she came and came.
When the peak finally receded, her head was down on the bed and his thrusts had gentled. If possible, he felt even bigger and hotter than he had the first time he’d fucked her.
“Did you come good, sweetheart?” he asked in a gravelly voice as she rose back up to her hands and knees and braced her hands on the covers.
His tender tone, so unlike his rough fucking, brought tears to her eyes.
“Yes,” she whimpered, aware of how wet she was for him as he picked up his pace a little.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “I came here intending to take this slow with you. Show you I could be more like James. I could be that guy for you. You bring out the beast in me, Leah.”
“I…I think I like that beast,” she whispered, her jaw dropping as his thrusts increased.
“What?” he asked softly.
“I love the beast, Vincent. Fuck me like an animal. Right now.” She arched her back and ground her hips against him, enticing him with her display until he growled and climbed up on the bed with her, and still joined with her, he forced her to the head of the bed.
“Hold on to the headboard and don’t let go.”
She spread her legs a little wider for him and her pussy muscles clenched as he slid the vibrator back into place next to her clit. He began pumping hard, showing no mercy. The tension and pleasure drew into a tight knot inside of her and she cried out when the knowing sensation that preceded an orgasm shimmered through her.
“Yes! I’m coming! Don’t stop!”
The knot grew tighter and tighter as she begged over and over again. She thought her head might explode as he pushed her further up the precipice.
He seemed to grow even bigger, hotter, and harder. “So fucking tight, fluff! I love watching your sweet little cunt take my cock. Woman, I love you so much!”
Her breath hitched at his words and the orgasm struck like lightning as her cunt fisted his plowing cock until she could barely breathe. She rode each wave of pleasure until her arms went limp and he caught her against his chest before she face-planted into the headboard.
Wrapping his arms around her, Vincent held her and kissed her neck as he whispered, “I love you, Leah. God help me, I love you so much.”
She was still breathing hard as she said, “I love you, too. But let me tell you…when I can think straight, you are in big trouble, mister.”
A halfhearted chuckle and then a soft curse reached her ears as
he gently pulled from her but her brain was already shutting down. Moments later, she was barely aware as he brought a warm washcloth to the bed and cleaned her up. Then the bed jostled as he climbed in and spooned her from behind.
“We need to talk, doll. I need to tell you something—”
“Give me a minute,” she said, squeezing his hand. She could barely even think at the moment, much less have a coherent conversation. He held her close and kissed the back of her head. His chuckle was the last thing she heard for a while.
It wasn’t the soft chime sounding from nearby or any other noise that roused her from sleep. What finally awakened her enough to open her eyes was the gentle, callused hand that stroked her bare back. It had been months since she’d been awakened by anything besides a nightmare.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” Vincent murmured in a cajoling voice before pressing a soft kiss to her head. She turned toward his warmth and breathed in his spicy, clean scent. He’d already taken a shower and was even dressed, she noticed, as she reached out to touch him.
She opened her eyes and looked up at him. The room was still dark but she could make him in out in the weak light flickering from the candle. Regret surfaced when she remembered he’d said they needed to talk.
“I’m sorry I passed out on you like that. You have to go now?” The clock on the bedside table read three thirty.
She sat up and moved toward him and he gathered her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her. For several seconds he just held her silently, breathing in slow and deep. The simple gesture made her warm, and she slid a hand up past his ear and into his short dark hair, holding him close to her, letting him know she wished he could stay longer. Her pussy tingled as thoughts of the night before flooded her memory and she wasn’t surprised when hot moisture wet her inner thighs.
Finally he said, “If I leave in the next ten minutes and eat breakfast on the road and don’t encounter any holdups, I can make it in to work for my shift without being late.”
“You said we needed to talk. I’ll be home tonight. We can talk then.”
He chuckled and said, “Yeah, and by then you’ll have had a chance to work up a good head of steam, too.” He kissed the top of her head after he said it.
“You can’t blame me, can you? I didn’t appreciate you getting into my luggage, or betting on my sex toy usage with your brother, who I’m now slightly pissed at. A girl likes thinking she has some mysteries about her.”
He snorted. “That’s not what I meant when I said we needed to talk but I do need to remember to get that ten dollars from James.”
She sighed. “Don’t be an asshole, Vincent. That’s the sort of thing that ruins the memory of last night for me. I also don’t appreciate the supposition that I’d come to Abilene so I could go out on a date. My life is complicated enough right now.”
“I apologize for both.” He hesitated for a second. “What I was trying to tell you last night before you fell asleep was that I forgot to use a condom.”
She climbed from his lap, her earlier arousal vaporizing as she realized the slickness she’d felt between her thighs was his cum.
“I’m sorry, doll. Things got crazy between us and in the heat of it, I forgot. I swear I didn’t do it intentionally. I wouldn’t do that to you.”
“I’m not on the pill, Vincent.”
“I was afraid of that.”
“I asked you and James to use condoms. Was I not clear?”
“You have every right to be upset. You could get a morning-after pill.”
She shook her head. “I’m not doing that. It’s against my personal beliefs. Damn it, I should’ve made sure you used one. I trusted you.”
He got up from the bed and faced her. “You have every right to be angry with me, doll. I screwed up. I hope you believe me when I say I didn’t do it purposely. I’ll also take responsibility for my actions if you wind up pregnant because of this.”
The whole time he was talking she was doing the math in her head, trying to remember the first day of her period and whether or not she could indeed be pregnant. She groaned as she recalled some slight cramping and achiness on Sunday. It was possible she’d been ovulating. It’d been a while since she’d been sexually active and she didn’t like the way birth control pills made her feel. Birth control was one of the decisions she’d needed to make if she decided to continue on with James and Vincent. Right now, all she wanted to do was wring Vincent’s neck.
Well, this throws a monkey wrench into all my decision making. As if life wasn’t complicated enough. And what if I’m pregnant and I have to tell Dad he has two daughters knocked up out of wedlock?
She must’ve looked like she was in shock because he put his arms around her and whispered, “I’m sorry.”
“You need to go. You don’t want to be late for work.”
“I hate leaving like this. I fucked up and I want to make it right.”
“Getting in trouble on the job won’t help any of us. Just go. I’ll be all right.”
“We can talk more about it when you get home.”
She cleared her throat and said, “I really don’t think there’s more to be said.”
He pulled away and looked down at her, pleading in his eyes and his voice. “Please don’t say that, Leah.”
She backed away a step. “Why do you think it is I’ve held you at arm’s length so long? You’re too pushy. Too impulsive. And I should’ve known something like this would happen with you. You got yours so you should just go now.” As soon as the spiteful words were out her mouth she regretted them. “I’m sorry. I know you’re not really like that, but…”
“I understand,” he murmured quietly. She felt the warm brush of his lips on the back of her head and a soft touch on her shoulder. “Please be careful on the way home. For what it’s worth, I meant what I said last night. I love you.”
Her heart ached as the door closed quietly behind him. This was not at all how she’d wanted to part with him, not under any circumstances. She regretted not being more careful the night before, knowing she bore some of the responsibility for the lapse. But it was a big deal, not a little oopsie mistake that would be okay either way. She had plans for her life and her career. A baby would be a major game changer.
Chapter Seven
James was sitting on the bench in front of his locker when Vincent finally breezed into the locker room at work, looking like a man without a care in the world.
“Hey,” his brother said as he set his cowboy hat on top and began unbuttoning his denim shirt.
Breathing deep, flexing his hands, James rose from the wooden bench and faced him. “‘Hey?’ That’s all you have to say?”
Vincent frowned and took in a deep breath. “We need to talk.”
“I’ll bet,” James enunciated with hard syllables. “Seems like you’ve said those words once before since last night.” Understanding dawned in Vincent’s eyes a split second before James planted his fist square in Vincent’s gut. He wanted to hit him in the face but the chief and the public frowned on on-duty officers who looked like they’d been brawling.
Several other officers in the locker room looked poised to intervene, but Vincent held up a hand to them as he held the other arm over his middle. In a strained voice, he said, “It’s okay. I earned that.”
James grabbed him by the open collar of his denim shirt and yanked him close. “You could’ve gotten her pregnant, Vince. She might very well be. What the fuck were you thinking? You weren’t, that’s the problem. You were thinking with your dick!”
Vincent didn’t struggle and surprised him when he nodded. “No, I wasn’t, but I understand why you’d think that. I’ve been thinking all those same thoughts all the way home.”
“Why did you go in the first place, dumbass?”
“I wanted to tell her I loved her.”
“Well, I guess you made that clear. And to top it off you also got to tell her you might be her baby daddy. Dipshit, she already knows you love her?”
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He released him and turned back to his own locker and Vincent continued changing.
“I wanted her to hear it from my lips.”
“Mission accomplished. If she breaks everything off between us, I’ll never forgive you.” He knew the words were a lie before he’d even uttered them, but he was furious. He couldn’t believe Vincent had jeopardized everything they’d built so far to satisfy a whim.
“You need to reach out to her when she gets home, James. She’ll listen to you.”
“Peachy. What you keep forgetting is that you need to listen to her and respect what she tells you. With your impulsive actions you’ve made the decisions she’s faced with even harder to make.”
“You talked to her this morning? I’ve been trying to reach her since I left Abilene.”
“Would you want to talk to you if you were in her shoes? Yes, I thought it was worth a try and my call was patchy but it went through. She was packing and getting ready to go to the store. She wouldn’t admit to it, but I could tell she’d been crying.”
Vincent leaned his head into his locker and groaned. “Fuuuuck.”
“Everything was fine, Vince. It was going fine. Then this.” He got up and walked past his brother, barely resisting the urge to shove his head into the back of the locker. And to top it off, they were working the same shift today so he’d have to look at his brother’s stupid mug several more times than he wanted to.
Hank Stinson caught up to him on the steps outside the police station. “Hey, James.”
“Mornin’, Hank. How’s everything?” It was a question that didn’t really need to be asked. The answer was plastered all over Hank’s face. He was a man contented with his world, judging by his smile.
“It’s all good. Travis is busy with the boys’ ranch full time these days and Veronica is at home, writing. How about you? You okay?” Hank’s brows drew together and he took off his sunglasses to take a good look at James.
“Let’s just say things could be better.”
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