In Sickness & in Health (Vegas Vow)

by K. L. Humphreys

  Something's happened. Drew is currently locked away in his office and barely speaking. It's almost five and I should be leaving any moment, but I can't. I need to find out what's wrong. I hate that he's like this. It's such a contrast to a few weeks ago where I couldn't bear to be around him. Now, I look forward to coming to work, to seeing him. I'm not sure what's happening between us, but things are light and fun.

  He told me as soon as Jameson Theroux left to cancel all his remaining appointments for today and to call his lawyer immediately. I'm worried, this isn't like him. He's usually intense, driven, and focused. But this is different, and I'm determined to find out what it is.

  I quickly send a text message to Cameron and ask him if he could watch Rhea and that I'll be working late. He doesn't even hesitate in responding.

  Cam: Of course. It's about time I get some one on one time with my favorite girl.

  I quickly respond saying thanks and that I'll let him know when I'm on my way home. God, I'm so lucky to have such an amazing family. Every single one of them love Rhea so much and not one of them complains if I ask them to help me out. In fact, my dad begs me to let him spend time with her whenever he's off work.

  Powering down my computer, I get to my feet and move toward Drew's office. I don't bother knocking, knowing that he'll just tell me to go away and leave. But I'm not going anywhere, right now I need to find a way to help him. As soon as I push the door open, his eyes come to mine. He's frowning, but I don't miss the tiredness in them. He's got rid of his tie, the top button of his shirt is undone, his suit jacket strewn across the back of the chair that's in front of his desk, and his shirt sleeves are rolled up.

  "Vi..." he says softly and my heart clenches, even though he's in a foul mood, he's still so gentle with me. "What are you still doing here, sweetheart? Go home to Rhea."

  I close the door behind me and move closer to him, I reach for his suit jacket and hang it up. "Cam's going to watch her for me. He's very happy about it in fact. You'd think that I keep her from him. I mean he's living with us, and he sees her every day." I shake my head, that's Cam for you, he's just happy to spend time with her.

  "He's a great Uncle." He pushes away from his desk and gets to his feet. "What's wrong, Vi?" he asks, pulling me into his arms.

  This is the first time that he's touched me like this since that night five years ago. Being in his arms feels right, as though I'm supposed to be here, it's like coming home and that thought alone scares the ever-loving crap out of me. I can't think that way, feel like this. Drew broke me once already, I can't give him the chance to do it again and falling for Drew is so damn easy.

  I pull away from him and instantly miss his touch. I ignore the way my heart yearns to be closer to him. "I'm worried about you, what's going on Drew?"

  His lips tighten as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

  "Don't even think about blowing me off," I demand. I've known him a long time and I know when he's about to change the subject. I'm not letting that happen. "Tell me, please?"

  He sighs and nods, walking back to his desk. "Sit down, Vi." He sinks into his chair and runs his hand through his hair.

  I do as he asks, my stomach filled with dread. What the hell is going on?

  "I'm being blackmailed..."

  Well that was the last thing that I thought he'd say.

  "What the fuck?" I whisper, anger coursing through my veins. "By who? What can I do?"

  He smiles. Actually smiles. There's something wrong with him, there has to be. "I don't think there's anything funny about this."

  He shakes his head, "It's not funny, sweetheart. But seeing you riled up always brings a smile to my face."

  I bite my lip, the man is a smooth talker. "So, who's blackmailing you and what are we going to do about it?"

  He raises a brow, "We?"

  I nod, "Yes, we, and don't think I know you're dodging my question."

  He grins and the dread slowly starts to ebb away. "Edward Yellow."

  I can't help but shudder at the name, he's an asshole. Worse than Tommy Garant and the man is shady as hell. I've heard the rumors that he and Tommy are involved in a prostitution ring.

  Drew sits back in his chair, his hands locking together behind his head. "Yeah, the man's the biggest asshole to walk the earth's surface. He's found out something that Jameson, Christopher, Adam, and I had thought we had buried and the fucker is wanting us to meet him. He plans to blackmail us and has threatened those closest to us."

  I narrow my eyes as my heart stops, "You're telling me this because..." I trail off needing him to tell me that what I'm thinking isn't what's happened.

  His eyes darken with anger and if it were anyone but Drew I'd shudder, Drew would never hurt me in that way. "Because, the fucking bastard found out that the people who mean the most to me are you and Rhea."

  "But why? I don't mean anything to you..." I shake my head, the denial comes swiftly but the pain in his eyes tells me that what he's said is the truth. "You left me, Drew," I remind him, needing to put some distance between us.

  "I thought we'd had this discussion already. I told you, Vi. I was an asshole, I made a stupid decision, one that I've had to live with for the past five years. I've loved you every day for the past five years. Make no mistake, Vi, if I had the chance, I'd claim both you and Rhea as mine. Give me even the slightest indication that you want me, and I'm pouncing on it."

  My breath catches. My God. He's serious.

  He’s on his feet and stalking toward me. "Told you, sweetheart, you give me an indication, I'd be all over it..." He's inches from me, his lips so fucking close to mine. “You want this?”

  I can't say no. Everything inside of me is begging to say yes, but I can't. I'm scared. So fucking frightened that he'll hurt me yet again. But what Drew said, that even after five years he's in love with me... It resonates so well because I'm pretty sure I've not fallen out of love with him. I nod my head, unable to speak the words.

  "Thank fuck," he growls as he pulls me from the chair and into his arms. He doesn't give me the chance to hesitate or pull away. His lips crash against mine and all I can do is cling to him as though he's my lifeline as he claims my mouth.

  His hands skim my body and I whimper against his mouth. God, I've never had a kiss consume me as much as this one does. His tongue sweeps into my mouth and I'm lost, utterly and completely his in this moment.

  His hand skims past my breast and I break the kiss off, needing to catch my breath. He doesn't stop, his fingers pull on my pebbled nipple as his lips attach to my neck. Heat pools between my legs and I grind against him, his thick cock erect against my stomach. I need the friction, I can feel my orgasm building. It's been too long.

  I can't help myself, I reach down and fumble with his zipper, needing him to be inside of me. "Sweetheart," he murmurs.

  I can't stop. I need him; I'm burning up inside. I've never needed anyone as much as I do him right now. "Please, Drew. I'm begging you, please fuck me."

  The deep groan in the back of his throat has me whimpering even more. It's a heady feeling knowing that I'm making him crazy with want just as he is with me. "Fuck, Vi, I don't want you to hate me."

  I shake my head, "I can't hate you. I've tried for so long, it doesn't work. Please, Drew, don't make me beg again. I need you in me."

  He seems to be waring with himself, his cock is hard as stone and he's unable to stop touching me, but he's not made any move to take me. He rests his forehead against mine. "Sweetheart..."

  I nod, "I know. God, baby, you make me feel so good. I need you."

  "Listen to me, Vi..." He swallows as my hand wraps around his cock, he throbs as I grip him. "I fucking love you. I've always loved you and I'm always going to love you..."

  Tears spring to my eyes at the sincerity in his voice. "Okay..." I croak, unable to return the words. "I'm scared."

  His hands move from my breast to my skirt, where he pushes it up past my hips, "I know, sweetheart, I know. I promise you, t
his is more than a fuck. I take you now, and you're mine. That means that Rhea's mine. Do you understand?"

  I swallow hard, but nod.

  "I need the words, Vi, I need to hear them."

  "Yes, I'm yours. Now please, fuck me." I practically hiss at him as I begin to pump him.

  "I'm not fucking you, Vi. I'm going to make love to you." I nod at his words, as I continue to pump his cock. "Go to my desk and bend over, I want your ass in the air..."

  My feet are moving before he even finishes his sentence. I bend over his desk, my eyes on his and I can see the lust shining through. God, he's so fucking sexy, his jaw clenched, his eyes bright, and his mouth pressed into a hard line. I know that he's trying to get himself together before he comes to me.

  I can't take my gaze away from his pants. They’re open and his cock rigid as it stands to attention, pressed against his stomach. He's different from what he was five years ago, he's all man and I just pray that he won't break me this time. I'm not sure I'll be able to survive it.

  8

  Drew

  She's mine. All fucking mine and I can't believe it. I have no idea what I did to deserve her forgiveness, but I'll be damned if I make the same mistake twice.

  I can’t take my eyes off her. She's magnificent, her whimpers had me close to coming in my pants. It's as though I'm a fucking teenager all over again. She has no idea the hold she has over me. The mere fact that she gave up time with her daughter to check in on me means the fucking world to me. No one has shown me that type of compassion before. I knew she was special, but the woman keeps surprising me.

  "Are you going to stand there staring at me all evening, or are you going to come over here and show me you love me?" she asks with a smile.

  My cock twitches at her words, I'm dying to be inside of her, but it's been five long fucking years. I've not been a monk, but none of those women even compared to Violet, she's in a class of her own. Beautiful, sexy, funny, intelligent, and compassionate. She's the ultimate package and here I am, the lucky bastard that finally gets to have her and I'm not letting go.

  I walk over to her and position myself behind her. Her ass is pointed in the air and I can't resist bringing my hand down onto it. Hard. She jumps and releases a harsh breath and I'm rendered speechless when she pushes her ass back against my hand, silently begging for more. Unable to resist her, I do it again, my hand once again comes down against her creamy skin, leaving a beautiful red handprint.

  "God, Drew." She pants as she grinds her ass against my hand.

  My girl is horny as fuck. I wonder how wet she is? I push one finger into her pussy and I groan as her walls tense around me. "Drenched," I growl, fighting the urge to slam my cock inside of her and fuck her until we both pass out.

  "Yes," she moans loudly as I begin to finger fuck her. "Oh, God, Drew." She's grinding against my finger, and I know she's close, she's trying to get herself off.

  I bring my other hand down against her ass cheek again and she screams as she detonates around my finger, her pussy contracting; it's so tight, it feels as though she's trying to pull it further inside of her.

  "Please, Drew, I need your cock," she pleads with me, it sounds as though she's close to crying and I love how much she needs me, how free she is to tell me what she wants and that she loves what I give her.

  I remove my finger and guide my cock towards her pussy. I groan as I slowly start to inch myself inside of her. "Oh, oh, oh..." she moans over and over again as I slowly thrust into her.

  It's agony and it's sheer bliss. She's snug and if I'm not careful it's not going to be long before I come. I want her to come again. I need to feel her explode over my cock.

  "Fuck!" she cries as I thrust into her. "You're killing me," she says breathlessly. "I need more, baby, please, faster, harder."

  "Sweetheart, I don't want to hurt you." I'm barely holding onto my control. I don't want to take her like a fucking monster, I fuck hard and fast, but with Vi, I want more than that. I want everything.

  "I want you..." she cries as I once again thrust inside of her, filling her with my cock. "Don't you see? I'm all yours, Drew. So fucking take me like I am."

  Fuck. Her words tear apart the last bit of control I had and I'm unable to hold back any longer. I piston in and out of her and no matter how hard and fast I'm doing it, she's there, matching my pace. She's fucking perfect, she's mewling like a cat, begging for more.

  "Vi, get there," I demand with a bite to my tone. I'm so fucking close, I can feel the orgasm looming.

  "Ooooh..." she moans as she grinds against my cock while I continue to thrust into her. She's close, her body's shaking. "Baby," she whispers breathlessly.

  I bring my hand down against her ass knowing just how much she gets off on it and my girl doesn't disappoint. Her entire body locks as she screams out her release, her pussy contracting against my cock, squeezing my orgasm from my balls. I'm unable to hold back any longer. I thrust to the hilt and release my load inside of her.

  I collapse back onto my chair, and pull Violet with me, my cock still inside her but softening. She sits snugly against me as she straddles me, her face shoved into my neck as we both come down from our love making.

  She tenses beneath me and I kiss her forehead, "Vi?"

  Her voice is barely a whisper, "We didn't use a condom..."

  I close my eyes. Fuck. No we didn't. "I'm clean, I've never been with a woman ungloved.” I wouldn’t do that to her, hell fucking no. I lost my mind with her, she’s the only woman to ever get me so worked up, I forget who and what I am.

  She's still tense in my arms. "I didn't mean it that way," she says softly. "Drew, I'm not on any form of birth control."

  I know that I should be worried but I'm not. "Whatever happens, we'll deal with it, together."

  She lifts her head and stares at me with wide eyes.

  "What?" I ask her, wondering what she's thinking. I hate not knowing if she's in her head doubting what's happened between us.

  She blinks as though she's in a daze. "You're just so sure about this. About us. It's weird, I never thought this..." she uses her finger to indicate between us, I bend down and nip it and she pouts. Fuck. She's cute. "That we'd ever be like this again."

  I tighten my arms around her, practically crushing her against my chest. "I hurt you, sweetheart, and I know that it's going to take a lot more than some words and the hottest fuck of my life to even try and eradicate the hurt I laid on you. I'm old enough to know what I want and that has always been you."

  Her breathing is ragged and she doesn't say a word. I'm not sure if it's because she's gathering her thoughts or if she's trying to compose herself. Either way, I leave her be and wait for her to speak. I've let her know what I want and that's not going to change. Fuck no. I've wanted Violet for as long as I can remember and now I need to know where she's at.

  Is this just a one-time thing for her? Or does she want more?

  "You're right, it's going to take more than what's happened today. But I don't hate you and I really want to explore what we have, but I'm scared. I can't go through that again..."

  I press my lips against hers, pleased as fuck that I'm not alone in wanting this. "I know my words aren't going to be enough to elevate the fear that I'd be a fucking asshole again, but sweetheart, give me another chance?"

  She doesn't make me wait, she nods immediately, her hand resting against my chest. "I want to try. I really do. When you're not glaring at me and I'm not ignoring you, I'm actually happy. Being around you has always made me feel something," she tells me with a grin, as she squirms on my lap.

  My cock that was soft, instantly springs to life. I'm still buried inside of her and when my cock hardens, Vi gasps and raises a brow. "Seriously?"

  I shrug as I grip her hips, "What do you expect, sweetheart? You're sitting on my cock and you're wiggling that sexy ass of yours."

  She wraps her arms around my neck and lifts off my cock slowly before slamming back down.

  "Fu
ck," I growl, my hands tightening on her hips.

  She groans, "You feel so good, so thick." Her voice husky and filled with lust. I'm unable to take my eyes off her as she throws her head back and starts to fuck herself on my cock. There's absolutely no better sight than watching Vi lose herself in pleasure.

  It's not long before we're both finding our release. Nothing has felt as good as being with her.

  "Come on," she says as she gets off my lap and pulls on her panties. "You're coming home with me and having dinner. We'll talk about the blackmail and see what we can do."

  I stare at her in awe. She really is going to give it a try.

  Fuck. I'm a lucky son-of-a-bitch.

  9

  Violet

  It's been two days since I gave into my lust for Drew. To say what we have is consuming is an understatement. He's invading every thought; my heart skips a beat whenever I think about him. I should be focusing on Rhea, and I do, it’s just that I think about Drew a little too much for my liking.

  I'm not sure that anything can come from what happened between us. I'll always have feelings for Drew, he was my first love, my first sexual encounter, and as much as he hurt me, he's been sweet and caring since I came to work for him. Those things alone means that he'll always have a space in my heart. But the pain I felt five years ago hasn't gone away and won't disappear in the space of a few weeks.

  Drew shattered me. Since that night, I've only been with one other person and that was because I was lonely and needed some physical and sexual attention. I ended up getting pregnant and Lance wanted nothing to do with me or Rhea. Since then, I've been focusing on my daughter and ensuring that she's safe and cared for.

  "You alright, sis?" Cam asks, pulling me from my thoughts. I hadn't heard him come in. Damn. "Hey, what's going on?"

  "I'm scared, Cam," I say softly, hating that I don't know what I want. I'm not the type of girl that will mess with someone's head but that's exactly what I'm feeling.