by Violet Paige
“Cut it out, Chantel,” Isaac barked. “You’re a better journalist than this. Show some class for God’s sake.”
“These are the producers’ questions.” She ruffled her notes in his face. “I have a job to do, and that sometimes means asking questions that are uncomfortable.”
“It’s fine.” I wanted to put an end to the bickering. “Chantel, ask me whatever you feel is necessary.”
Both men’s heads swiveled toward me at lightning speed. “I’ve got this,” I whispered.
She smiled, looking like one of the villainesses in a Disney movie. “See? Vanessa is fine with the questions.”
I didn’t want to give her any more fuel. The more we resisted, the harder she was going to push back. I just wanted to get to the floral arrangements and the colors of the bridesmaid dresses. Enough with the family drama questions.
Twenty-Four
Isaac
I stood behind the camera, watching the rest of the interview. Chantel let up after the first commercial break. She steered things toward the wedding planning and asked Vanessa questions like how she planned on balancing running a team and planning a wedding. I rolled my eyes, the more she tried to pin Vanessa into a corner.
I knew things about that woman the rest of the world couldn’t fathom. She was stronger than she looked. She was sweet. She was kind. She had been hurt. But she was brilliant and she was driven to do the right thing. It might be what I respected about her the most.
The Warriors may have an owner who didn’t know how to run a team, but no one else in the league had an owner who cared so much about getting it right. This girl was going to set the world on fire. We just had to give her time.
The lights dimmed and Dylan and Vanessa handed their mics back to the sound assistant.
“Thanks for coming in,” Chantel quipped.
“Of course. I hope you can make it to the wedding.” Vanessa smiled before walking off the stage. She swayed over to me.
It took everything in me, not to grab her in my arms and kiss the fuck out of her. She deserved it after what she had just been through.
“You think the rest of it was ok?” she asked.
“Yeah, baby. You did great.” My chest hurt. I wanted those pillowy lips. The only way that was going to happen was if we got out of here.
Dylan was still trying to put Chantel in her place. He was pissed she was such a bitch during the interview.
I drew Vanessa away from the scene. She had already figured out they had fucked. No need to hear it again.
“I have an idea.” I looked in her blue eyes. I could see how tired she was.
“What’s that? Does it involve a hot shower and a glass of wine?”
My cock twitched. Damn. The thought of fucking her in the shower was crippling.
“It definitely could.” I kept my voice low. The production staff was buzzing around us, taking down the set. “Why don’t you come back to the ranch for the night?” I offered. “I’ll make sure there’s plenty of wine and hot water.”
She bit her lip. “Dylan too?”
“Of course. He has a room there. The bastard shows up all hours of the night. I gave him a key so he can crash his drunk ass there.”
She nodded. “Yes, please. Can we go right now? If you have wine … and you … I need it.”
I held in the groan. She needed it? I fucking needed her. I wanted to hear her cry out. I wanted to watch her as her body lost control orgasm after orgasm. I wanted to make her come on my cock. And fuck, if I didn’t want to watch Dylan make her come too. It was the hottest fucking thing watching that women take pleasure from us the way she did.
“Let me get Dylan away from Chantel before she scratches his eyes out. Did you drive or did a car bring you?” I wanted to figure out the fastest way to get all of us to the ranch.
“I drove myself.”
“How about this? Dylan can drive you over?” I knew I couldn’t leave the station with her. Especially not with this many reporters in one place.
“Tell him to hurry,” she whispered. I saw the gleam in her eye.
“Done.”
I thought I might have more patience, but my cock didn’t.
As soon as Vanessa walked over the threshold of my ranch, I crashed my lips into hers. She threw her arms around my neck. I felt the diamond graze my neck.
I pushed her back. “Take the ring off,” I ordered.
“Why?” She looked confused.
Dylan followed us inside a few seconds later. He had parked her car inside the garage.
I reached for her hand. I wanted him to see it too.
“Out there, people might think you two belong together, but in here you’re ours.” I wiggled the diamond over her knuckle and off the tip of her finger. I placed it on the foyer table in a bowl made from Austin granite. “You’re mine too, baby. Understand? That ring doesn’t belong in my bed.”
She nodded. “I’m yours, Isaac.”
“Good.”
Dylan slammed the door. “What the fuck happened at that interview?”
I shook my head. “You should have warned everyone about Chantel.” I eyed him.
We all wandered into the kitchen. I’d made sure my house manager stocked the fridge and bar with plenty of wine for Vanessa. I had caseloads of Texas beer. I tossed one to Dylan. He twisted the top off.
“That was a long time ago. She has a boyfriend. I don’t know what the fuck her problem was.”
I showed Vanessa the different wines she had to choose from. She selected a white and smiled. “I like bubbles sometimes.”
I popped the cork off the bottle and poured a tall glass for her. It was some kind of Prosecco. I wondered if this was the gateway to me learning about wines.
She twirled to face Dylan. “Sometimes women just don’t like to see men with other women. It’s that simple.”
His eyes widened. “Really?”
She nodded. “Yep. That’s all it was. She was jealous.”
“Who the hell knew that,” he mused, chugging the beer.
“At least we got that over with.” Vanessa sat on the tall wooden bar stool. “I didn’t know where she was going with those questions. I was nervous. More nervous than I should have been with all that prep Steve did.”
I leaned against the counter, pressing my leg next to hers. “What was that shit about your brother?” I asked.
The beer was cold. I was going to need more than one tonight. I had no plan of us turning in early.
Vanessa sighed. “Danny isn’t coming back. It’s not anything you have to worry about.”
“Where is he?”
She played with the edge of her glass. “My half-brother is probably partying in Paris. Hong Kong? I can’t keep track anymore.”
“Are you kidding?” Dylan pulled up the seat next to her.
“No. He dropped out of college and started the Danny McCade world party tour. That was eight years ago. He went through his inheritance pretty quickly. I don’t know how much of it he has left.”
I rubbed the back of my head. “Shit, Vanessa. That’s crazy.”
“Did you say half-brother?” Dylan asked.
“Yeah. Same dad. Different moms.” She seemed nervous to look at us. “I never met Danny’s mom, or mine. We were the products of some quick romances my father had. At least that’s how my grandmother explained it.” She smiled nervously. “I know now that they bought us for exchange for their silence. My dad wasn’t exactly father material. I shouldn’t be surprised my brother is just like him.”
“You don’t know who your mother is?”
She shook her head. “No. And there’s no way to track her down. She could have been a waitress, maybe a Warriors dancer. There’s no telling. I used to pretend she was an artist and ran off to Paris to paint. It sounds better than telling people your mother was possibly a stripper.”
“Damn it, Vanessa. That’s messed up.”
“It is, but Danny lived the same life I did. If I could stick aro
und and face it, why couldn’t he?”
“You don’t think he’s going to show up and want the Warriors?” Dylan asked. It was the first time I had seen him look worried through any of this.
“God no, but can we talk about something else?” she asked. “I don’t like talking about my brother. I shouldn’t have opened the McCade family vault. It’s dark in there. I’m sorry. Can we change the subject? Please? Anything. Tell me about practice. Distract me.”
I had a lot of misconceptions about the McCades. One, was that the money gave them everything they wanted. They lived in their billion-dollar compound, surrounded by servants and staff. They owned an incredible franchise. Another was that life must be easy for them. I honestly had no idea Vanessa’s brother was AWOL. Or that she had no idea who her mother was. It never occurred to me to care about corporate. I kept my head down and played ball.
But seeing the hurt flash in her eyes, I knew both of those things weren’t the case. There was a lot the McCade money hadn’t given her and her life had been anything but easy.
“Oh no. No more work talk.” I looked over her toward Dylan. “I think I promised you a hot shower. After today, you need it.”
He nodded. It was weird how we had this new way of communicating when it came to Vanessa. It was like we could read each other’s mind. I labeled it as our new fuck radar.
“Oh, yes. Just point me in the right direction.” She tilted her lips so she could drink the rest of the bubbly prosecco. “I’d love to try your shower.”
I took that as my cue. I lifted her in my arms.
“Isaac.” She looked at me, tilting her head in a way that made my heart race.
“We’re going to make sure you’re plenty hot and wet tonight.”
Her eyes rolled back. “Really?” she mewed.
I carried her to the back of the house where my master suite was. Dylan had started shedding clothes on the walk through the hall. He was naked by the time I lowered Vanessa’s feet on the tile floor.
I turned the water on to full heat, and pressed the steam button. Within seconds the steam was billowing over the tall towered glass walls of the shower. I’d had this place remodeled when I bought the ranch two years ago.
I pivoted, taking Vanessa’s mouth, while Dylan started to undress her. She moaned as he raked the clothes from her body. Her fingers worked the buttons on my shirt until they were unfastened.
I sucked the corners of her mouth, tasting the sweet wine on her tongue. My hands coasted over her shoulders to her breasts, twisting her tits between my fingers.
“Ohh,” she whimpered.
“Shower,” Dylan said, exhaling sharply.
I stepped out of my pants while he led her inside. The water ran over her gorgeous body. The droplets outlined the curves of her tits and the softness of her stomach. I dropped to my knees in front of her.
Her hands fingered through my hair, threading the water through the strands.
“Give me your pussy, baby.”
She looked in my eyes.
Dylan knelt behind her. As she rocked her hips forward my fingers splayed her velvety folds wide, exposing her glistening clit.
“Fuck.” I dove in, devouring her relentlessly.
“Oh Isaac.” She trembled as I flicked her clit, pushing my tongue in her pussy. I’d never tasted a woman like Vanessa. So ripe for me. So fucking eager to let me fuck her this way.
Dylan’s hands gripped her hips, sending her thrusts backward at a deeper angle. He rounded over her hips until he spread those sweet cheeks of hers.
I knew he had penetrated her ass when I heard the hiss from her lips turn to a groan of pleasure. It was the fucking hottest thing. She see-sawed between us as my tongue fucked her swollen pussy and she rode back on Dylan’s tongue. Back and forth, fucking our mouths. Grinding in our faces. Receiving pleasure on both sides. Abandoning her reservations. She was letting go—more than she had last night.
“Oh Dylan. Isaac. Shit. It’s too much. Stop. God, don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
She was wild and frantic. Her breath was ragged. I spread her lips wider, sinking my tongue as far as I could. I felt her squeeze and clamp down around me. I could only imagine how tight her asshole was for Dylan. Fuck. This was hot.
I let my eyes drift up. Her hands were twisting her nipples, contorting them as she started to take off from the orgasm.
“Oh fuck,” she screamed.
I watched in awe as she came undone between us. The juices flowed in my mouth like honey. I lapped and sucked every ounce of them. Damn, I loved going down on this girl.
She gulped for air as we slowly backed away, trying to give her a chance to catch her breath.
“Oh my God.” She looked at me then Dylan.
“Feel good?” I waggled my eyebrows.
She collapsed on Dylan’s chest. She nodded. “I don’t think I can move.”
I reached over Dylan’s shoulder for the soap. “You don’t have to. You got her, brother?”
He nodded. “Oh yeah.”
I brought my lips to her mouth, letting her taste how sweet her own juices were on my tongue. “We’ll help you get cleaned up before things get dirty again.”
She nodded. “So sweet.” She smiled sleepily, relaxed into Dylan’s hold.
“Now spread your legs, baby,” I commanded.
She had the most perfect wax job I’d ever seen. I ran my hand over her heat, admiring how clean and perfectly angled she was manicured.
“Ohh,” she sighed. “It’s so sore. But it’s a good pain.”
I rubbed between her thighs, taking the bubbles to her knees and down to her ankles. Every inch of her skin was beautiful. I didn’t think a more perfect woman existed.
I ran up the other side, landing between her folds again. “Ohh.” Her head rolled back on Dylan’s shoulder.
He bit at her ear. “I want to watch him fuck you a little.”
I looked at him.
“It’s hot as shit,” he explained.
He didn’t have to tell me. I knew. Something about her made every sexual fantasy a reality.
“I want you,” she whimpered, looking in my eyes with desperation.
I wanted to give that to her. She deserved everything she wanted. I hoisted her leg around my waist.
“I don’t have any condoms in the shower, baby.”
She mewed so sweetly.
“I promise I won’t come inside you.”
She nodded eagerly.
I pressed my cock against her clean pussy. So soft and wet. My mouth covered hers in a fevered kiss as I slid my dick inside her, pushing as far as I could. I thought I would lose control inside her heated velvet with nothing sheathing my cock. It was incredible. I’d never been this hard.
“Fuck that’s insane,” Dylan growled.
I rocked into her, lifting her other foot from the shower floor. I was deep inside her. This angle was perfect. I could drive myself inside her. Fuck her with abandon. Shake her to her core. Her tits bobbed, grazing my chest, slick with the bubbles I had drizzled on her.
“Fuck, I want her,” Dylan grunted.
Our moves were seamless. One giant play to the next—just like in practice.
She opened her eyes, twisting a kiss off my lips before Dylan wrapped his hands around her. I passed her over as she sank on his cock. I held her under her arms so he could slide in her pussy from behind. He had a tight grip on her waist, sending her forward into my chest.
She bit her lip. “Oh God.”
I was hard as steel. Fucking concrete. I’d never seen anything like it in my life.
She was wild with ecstasy. Beautiful. And she was ours. Only ours.
The water poured between us. The steam billowed in clouds.
“We have to get out of here,” I groaned. “We need condoms.” We needed more space. More leverage. More ground to cover. My bed was an oversized king. We could fuck all night.
I took her chin in my hand. “I bought you something special today.
A surprise.”
Dylan scooped her up in his arms.
“You did?” She looked so innocent. Her bright blue eyes filled with purity.
“We want you to have everything you want. And after tonight, I think you’ll have it.”
Twenty-Five
Vanessa
It was a road I never thought I’d be on. But I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to see what was around the next corner. What was at the next intersection. Who was going to show me something I’d never seen on this journey? Dylan? Isaac? How many stops were on the way?
I looked in Dylan’s eyes as he carried me to Isaac’s bed. I felt light and delicate in his arms.
“Wait here, while I run to the truck for that surprise.”
He deposited me in the center of a pile of sheets. It was my first chance to take in Isaac’s room. There wasn’t much. I noticed a picture of a group of men with their arms slung over each other dressed in military uniforms. There was another one on the other side of his dresser of him and Dylan in Warriors T-shirts.
The furniture was heavy and dark. There was a big leather chair in the corner, that matched the massive leather tufted headboard.
Isaac walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. The water glistened on his chiseled body. He took my breath away.
He leaned down, sweeping my leg to the side, planting a kiss on my knee before settling his tongue between my folds. I bucked with the sensations. He pushed my knees wide and I arched into him, loving how his tongue felt inside me.
He licked from my clit to my navel, kissing my skin. His eyes drifted up with hazy lust. “I’m so fucking addicted to your body, Vanessa. Do you know that?”
I shook my head. “No.”
He slid forward, pressing the ridges of his muscles into my soft flesh. He plucked my nipple between his teeth.
“It’s the only reason I even considered this arrangement. I can’t get enough of you.”
I bowed under the intensity. He sucked my breast into his mouth, roughly.
“Got it,” Dylan announced from the doorway. “Glad you got a chance to pick this up today.”
