Tearing Down Walls (Love Under Construction Series Book 2) (33 page)

“Oh, god, fuck me,” Cassandra mumbled. She tried to sit up and, when she did, Vic buried himself in her as deep as he could go and she squealed.

When Trevor pressed back into her, Vic whispered to him, “Stop. Be still.” He unwrapped Cassandra’s arms from around his neck, put his hands on the fronts of her shoulders, and pressed up. As she rose upright, Trevor wrapped his arms around her, holding her against his chest, his hands on her breasts, and when she was upright with both cocks filling her, she cried out. “Oh god! Oh, I . . . I . . .”

“You come first, angel.” Vic began to stroke her clit, and Cassandra screamed out. She clutched at Trevor’s hands, still on her breasts, then started to tremble. “Give it up, baby. I know you want it; I can see it all over you. Turn loose, Cassandra,” Vic growled. She cried out again and thrashed her head back and forth on Trevor’s chest, and Vic worried that he was losing her. “Cassandra! Come for me, precious,” he ordered and slapped her thigh. A scream formed on her lips and her body knotted, her hips jerking and back arching while Vic kept up his relentless stroking, the orgasm overwhelming her. As he slowed the movement of his finger, he whispered to her, “Come on down, honey. Let it out.”

When she stopped shaking, his hand left her clit, then reached for her shoulders and let her fall toward him and onto his chest. Once she was planted on him, Vic wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, then looked up at Trevor. “She’s yours, Trevor; fuck her.”

Trevor gripped the girl’s hips and began to stroke into her ass with purpose, and her body responded in waves of pleasure. She tried to push up against Vic’s chest, but he held her firm. He stroked her hair as Trevor set a rhythm that was challenging to her as she cried out for more and tried to push up again, but Vic gripped her to his chest. “Oh my god, baby, you’re so damn tight!” Trevor growled, and Cassandra shrieked again. When she tried to claw Vic’s shoulders, he grabbed her hands and held them together behind his neck, and she howled and screamed into his chest, begging for release. “I don’t think I can hang on much longer,” the younger man moaned.

“Cassandra.” She didn’t respond, and Vic reached down and slapped her hip. “Cassandra, come for us, princess. Let go.”

She shook her head in a wild defiance of her desire. “I don’t want it to stop,” Cassandra moaned. “Please, don’t let it stop. Please?”

Vic ignored her and repeated, “I want you to come for us, Cassandra. Trevor and I need to feel you grip us, baby. Turn loose.”

That was all it took. The girl shrilled and Vic felt her pussy contract around his shaft in an almost unbearable tightening. He felt Trevor slamming his full length into her ass, then the younger man stilled and came muttering, “Fuck! Oh my god, Cassie!” Vic smiled as he watched Trevor drop onto Cassandra and begin to kiss her shoulders, the back of her neck, anywhere he could reach. It was obvious to Vic that he loved her – he was beaming. Then he looked at Vic and said, “Hey, bud, do you need to . . .”

“That’s up to you. She’s yours.” Trevor nodded, so Vic wrapped his arms under her ass and carried her to the bed across the room, where his slow, sizzling rocking opened her eyes. She gazed up at him, smiling.

“Hey, princess!” Vic ran a finger down her cheek as he moved above her.

“Oh, god.” She ran her hands through her hair, then reached up and held Vic’s face. “Did I please you?” Her eyes were only partially open, her gaze distant and satisfied.

“Oh, honey, you did very well. I’m very pleased. You came twice. Want to come again? Once more for me?”

“Yeah, Vic, please. Please, I want to come again. Please?”

Her begging set his skin on fire. “That’s where we’re going, baby. Hang on.” Vic started to pound into her in earnest, her body succumbing to his will with every stroke. When his balls tightened and he knew he was almost there, he leaned down and bit Cassandra’s neck, a lusty nip that sent her over the edge. Her hips snapped up toward him, and Vic rammed her hard three times, and gave it up. When he managed to press himself up on his forearms, he kissed her deeply, and she kissed him back, a soft, warm, tongue-filled kiss that was more gratitude than passion.

“Well? What do you think of your boyfriend’s idea?” Vic smiled at her and rolled them onto their sides.

Cassandra closed her eyes and sighed. “That was . . . where’s Trevor?” Vic motioned for Trevor to join them on the bed, and he scooted in behind Cassandra and wrapped his arms around her while Vic cuddled her to his chest. She turned her head toward Trevor and whispered, “Thank you, baby. That was, oh my god, I don’t know what to say. I started out a little afraid, but it was . . . I love you so much.”

“I love you too, sweetie. I’m so glad you gave me this. You need to thank Vic too.”

Cassandra kissed Vic’s chest. “Thank you, Vic. I hope you enjoyed this as much as we did.”

Vic squeezed her tight. “Baby, you’re beautiful. And I can tell that this guy loves you. I’m glad I could be part of this for both of you. It meant a lot to me.”

The three of them lay there for almost thirty minutes, laughing and talking in the peaceful room, Cassandra giggling and kissing both men, until Vic laughed and said, “Whew! You two wore me out! I’m going to the shower. Stay here as long as you like.” He kissed Cassandra on the nose, slapped Trevor on the shoulder, and started pulling on his leathers.

“Vic?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“You’re such a sweet guy. Do you have a sub? I hope you do.”

Vic was quiet for a few seconds before he said, “No. I just keep loving women who don’t love me.”

Trevor shook his head. “I don’t understand how any woman couldn’t love you.”

Cassandra nodded in agreement.

“Thanks, but from where I sit, it must be pretty easy.” Vic picked up his shirt and threw his condom in the can by the door on his way out.

What he didn’t know was that they’d been watched, and not just by the monitor. And she managed to run away just as he opened the door.

The shower was warm and Vic’s muscles were past tired. Squirting a big dollop of body wash on the cloth, he lathered up, enjoying the fragrance and the way it glided over his skin. He dried off and redressed in his leathers, then went back out to the bar.

“Doing okay, big boy?” Doug asked him. “You’ve had a busy night!”

“Yeah, but it was very productive. I helped two couples learn to do some things that will improve their relationships.
That’s
why I wanted to do this in the first place. Well, that and . . .” He couldn’t finish the sentence, but he was thinking,
That and to heal myself and other people, like Laura.

About that time, Trevor walked up, stuck out his hand, and said, “Vic, thanks so much. I appreciate it.”

Vic shook his hand and clapped him on the shoulder. “You’re very welcome. Thank you for being willing to share her with me. Can I give you a little advice?”

“Sure. I’d love to hear what you have to say,” the younger man said.

“Your girl? I was no Dom in there because she’s no sub. She’s not even a bottom. She just needs a man with a firm hand, someone who’ll tell her exactly what he wants from her and will listen to her tell him exactly what she needs, then push her boundaries in ways that will satisfy her. The way she relaxed on my chest, let me hold her, stroke her, kiss her? She wants to be
loved
, not just fucked. Do you love her?” Vic asked Trevor.

“Yes. Very much,” Trevor said, getting a little misty-eyed.

“That feeling? Right there? The one that’s making your eyes tear? Keep that.
That’s
what she wants from you. Get it?”

Trevor smiled from ear to ear. “Yeah, I do. Thanks. I won’t ever take her for granted, I promise.”

“Oh, and a couple more things,” Vic leaned in to the younger man for some privacy. “I know you enjoyed the DP and watching me with her, and doing that again is well within your skillset now. But please,
please,
if you decide to do it, be careful who you choose as the third, okay? One or both of you could get hurt, and I’m not just talking about the act. I’m talking about things that come back to bite you in the ass later. And don’t ever forget; don’t go from back to front. Always clean up after anal before you do anything else, and always wear a condom.”

“Gotcha,” Trevor told him. “I needed to hear that. I want to have a good time, but I want us both to be safe.”

“You’ll be fine, buddy. You love that girl and she loves you. Have fun and thanks for including me,” Vic told him.

“Might just include you again!” Trevor laughed, then shook Vic’s hand again before he collected Cassie and headed for the door.

“Seems like a nice guy,” Doug said, watching them go. “You done for the night? Want something strong?”

“Yeah, Southern Comfort straight up.”

Jared walked behind the bar. “Hey, Cabrizzi, Laura called a little while ago looking for you.”

“Huh? My phone didn’t ring.”

“She said it was going straight to voicemail.” Vic looked at his phone; as usual, he’d forgotten to turn it back on before he took his shower. “Anyway, she wanted to know if she could talk to you, and I told her you were busy getting fucked!” Jared said with enthusiasm. Vic froze, his glass halfway to his mouth. “She didn’t believe me at first, but then I told her about all the action you’ve been getting lately.” Doug looked at Jared like he’d lost his mind, and Vic turned to him, his face a complete blank, his glass still not making it to his mouth. “I asked her if she wanted you to call her back, but she said no.” Doug groaned, but Vic still didn’t say anything. He just threw the liquor down his throat, got up, and walked out.

Doug shook his head as he watched Vic go. “Jared, you just fucked Vic Cabrizzi.” Jared stared at him in disbelief. “So you’re pretty much fucked too.”

Once Vic got in the car, he hit the hands-free button on the dash of the Mustang. “Call Laura,” he spoke into the air.

“Calling . . . Laura,” the electronic voice announced. The phone rang several times, then her outgoing message kicked in: “Hi, this is Laura. Please . . .” He hit END and tried again. Same result.

Vic kept calling. When she didn’t answer on the fifth call, he left a message. “Laura, it’s Vic. I need to talk to you. Please call me back.” He pulled over, tapped open the messaging app on his smartphone, and sent her a text:
Plz call me.

At home, he took off his clothes, put on some pajama pants, and got ready for bed. As usual, his phone rang while he was brushing his teeth. Spitting toothpaste everywhere, he grabbed a towel and wiped his mouth as he answered without looking at the screen, “Cabrizzi.”

There was silence for a few seconds, and then a soft female voice said, “Vic? Um, it’s Laura.”

“Hey! Yeah! Um, Jared told me you called. Sorry – I was in the shower and forgot to turn my phone back on.”

“That’s okay. He told me you were busy.” There was silence again.

“Laura? Say something. What’s wrong?”
Just be honest with me, please?,
his mind screamed.

“Nothing. I was just calling because I was bored. No big deal.” She wanted to tell him what she was thinking, wanted to ask why he would do what Jared said he was doing, but she couldn’t. When Steve had made that comment in her hospital room and the time before that, she’d assumed that he was just being a smartass, but now she wasn’t so sure. Jared was a little ditzy, and he didn’t have the capacity to make a joke that perverse. Did Vic have sex every night with anyone who came into the club? And why would she care? She didn’t have any claim on him. She didn’t even know how she felt; how was she supposed to tell him?

“Listen, you have to understand . . .”

“No. It’s really none of my business, Vic. I’m sorry I bothered you. Talk to you later.”

“But Laura! Just a second! Please . . .” The phone went dead. Vic wanted to call her back, make her talk to him, but he knew she wouldn’t. Now she knew, and somehow it had hurt her. He’d wanted to tell her to her face, after he knew for sure that she cared about him and he’d left the club behind, but he wouldn’t have the chance. The bed felt good to his muscles, still tight from all the night’s activity, but he couldn’t sleep. He just stared into the darkness, thinking about Laura, wondering if she was being honest with him and didn’t care, or if she was hurt and afraid to tell him.