Tearing Down Walls (Love Under Construction Series Book 2) (54 page)

Within seconds he felt the familiar tightening, and he moaned out, “Precious, I’m about to come. I can’t help it. You can stop if you want and I’ll finish off.” Before he finished speaking, Laura grabbed his hips and forced her mouth all the way down to the base of his shaft, her tongue trailing up and down the underside, and he realized that she had every intention of seeing him through to the end.

The grand finale rolled over him like a tidal wave, and he turned loose of Laura’s head and grabbed the headboard with both hands, his back arching and his body going rigid. Every hot, salty-sweet, bitter drop he’d been holding for her all those days, weeks, and months shot out of him as he cried out, “Oh, god, fuck me!” and felt Laura swallow around him. By the time she finished licking every little bit of cum off of his cock like she was savoring a lollipop, Vic was a trembling, quivering, exhausted mess. When he could open his eyes and look up, Laura was sitting between his legs, a slight smile on her lips. She looked at him and asked, “Did I do okay?”

Vic burst into laughter, and Laura was a little upset until he said, “Sugar, if I had to pay you for that, there wouldn’t be enough money in print to settle the debt! Come up here. There’s something I need to do.” When she scooted up the bed and dropped her head onto his shoulder, Vic reached down and pulled her face up to his. He kissed her hard and ran his tongue straight into her mouth, exploring everywhere. And there it was – the taste of him in her mouth, on her lips, and it warmed everything inside him, knowing she’d done it all willingly, her own idea and her own desire. “Oh, god, baby,” he moaned to her, “how was that for you? ‘Cause it was
awesome
for me.”

She grinned. “It was kind of weird, but I just wanted so badly to give you something. You’ve been so patient with me. I felt like I owed you at least that. I hope it was okay.”

“Okay? Sweetie, there was nothing ‘okay’ about that. And you don’t owe me anything, but I’m sure glad you thought you did!” he chuckled. “I didn’t know you knew how to do that.”

“I didn’t. I, um . . . I asked . . .” She seemed a little embarrassed. “Well, there was Nikki, and Brittany, and Molly, and Kathy . . .” she mumbled.

Oh, my god – Molly. I’m never going to live this down!
, Vic thought, dreading his ex-sister-in-law’s smirk when he walked into the office the next day.
Wait – she didn’t say anything today and she didn’t know what went on after we left the big house. Maybe she won’t bust my chops.
Hell, who was he kidding? He would walk into the office the next morning with a huge smile on his face and Molly would know. It would be a rough day – rough until he could get back here to Laura, and then everything would be fine.
And I need to send all four of those girls some flowers. I owe them – big time.

“I don’t know exactly what they told you, but if they spoke from experience, those are some lucky men in our family, I’m telling ya!” Vic laughed. He watched as Laura’s eyes dropped to look at his cock again, then she burrowed into his collarbone and threw an arm across him. “Anything I can do for you, babe? I’d be glad to reciprocate,” he whispered to her.

“No. Not yet. But Vic?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“I’m almost there if you’ll help me.”

“Sweetheart, you know I will. That’s the best news I’ve had in a long, long time. And I’d do anything to help you – anything. I love you,
la mia piccola farfalla
.” He rolled toward her and wrapped both arms around her, holding her tight as she snuggled into his chest and closed her eyes for the night.

“The least he could do is call me back,” Miranda grumbled under her breath. “I don’t appreciate being fucked and forgotten.” She’d been back to the club over and over, but Vic hadn’t been there. She wanted to ask one of the guys where he was, but she hadn’t. Maybe it was time she did.

“What’s with the giant thing of flowers?” Tony asked when he came into the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge and twisting off the cap.

“Did you look at the card?” Nikki was trying hard not to grin.

“Nah. I thought you’d tell me.”

“Well,” she said, unable to fight off the grin anymore, “they’re from Vic, to thank me. Brit, Molly, and Kathy all got some too. It says, ‘To one of the best teachers in the world from a grateful recipient of the benefits of your teaching.’”

“Why?” Tony took a big swig from the bottle.

“Because, remember, I told you,” she said, “we taught Laura how to give head.”

Tony choked and spit beer everywhere. “Shit! She did it? Are you kidding me?”

“Not kidding. And we must’ve done a pretty good job!” she laughed.

Tony was still wiping beer off his chin. “Care to let me in on what you told her?”

“How ‘bout I show you?” Nikki turned off the burners on the stove, dropped to her knees in front of him, and started unzipping his jeans.

“Wait! Let me put down my beer first!” he cried out, then threw his head back and moaned as she drew his instantly-hardening dick into her mouth and ran it into her throat.
Damn it, now
I
need to thank Vic,
Tony smiled to himself.
This just keeps getting better all the time.

“O
kay, so I’ll see you tonight at eight o’clock. And thanks, hon,” Vic said as he hit END on his cell. Then he went to his recent calls and dialed Laura’s phone.

“Hi!” she chirped at him when she answered. “What are you doing?”

“Just got done at Tony’s jobsite and headed to another one, the one in Georgetown. What are you doing? Hope you’re outside enjoying this weather.”

“Wish you had come up to the house when you were done. I’m here with Nikki. You should see these flowers somebody sent her. They’re
beautiful!
” she gushed.

“Uhm, that would be me.” Vic was trying not to laugh.

“You sent her flowers?”

“Yeah. Her, and Brittany, and Kathy, and Molly.” He struggled even harder to keep his voice even.

There was silence on the other end, and then she said, “Oh, is that right? I was the one who did all the work. Where’s mine?” she said, trying to sound offended.

“Well, if it’s work, then maybe . . .”

“No, no, just kidding! All pleasure, really!” Laura laughed. “And thanks for being patient with me,” she added.

“No patience necessary. If I hadn’t known better, I would’ve thought you did that every day. Wait – that didn’t come out right. What I meant was . . .”

“I know what you meant! It’s okay. I’ll take that as a compliment,” she giggled.

“Good. I called you to tell you that I want to take you to dinner tonight. Will that work?” he asked with crossed fingers.

“Sure! I’ll leave here in an hour or so, go home, get changed, and be ready. Where are we going?”

“About that. Wear a black tee and black jeans. And boots if you’ve got ‘em.” He hoped she didn’t pick up on his apprehension.

“Again – where are we going? Because I know what it sounds like, and I . . .”

“Wait. Before you say anything else, the lady I told you about? She’s going to meet us there at eight. She agreed to let you sit in. I hope that’s okay. It was kind of hard to make plans with her and check with you at the same time, so I just went ahead.” He wondered if she’d explode or shrink.

There was silence, then she said, “Okay.” Nothing else.

“Laura? Are you sure you’re okay with this? Because if you’re not, we can . . .”

“No, it’s okay. I’m okay. I’ll be ready when you get home.” She didn’t sound upset or excited, just flat. And Vic would take that. It was better than screaming or running.

“I should be there about five. I’ll shower fast and we can get something to eat. And hon?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you. I wouldn’t have set this up if I didn’t think it would help.”

“I know.” She sighed. “I’m just scared.”

“It’ll be okay. You’ll see. I’ll see you about five.”

“Vic? I . . . you too, you know?” And the phone went dead as she hung up. It was a shame that she couldn’t see Vic’s face light up and the smile that broke out across it. If anyone had been around, they would’ve thought he was lit up from inside.

I can do this. It’ll be okay
, he thought as he got back into the truck.
Step by step. We’ll get there.

“That was a good dinner,” Laura told Vic as they made their way to the club.

“Not as good as some of the things you make.” He patted her knee as he drove.

“I’m not a very good cook. Well, I am with the things I make. I just don’t know how to fix very many different things,” she said, looking at her new nails that Nikki’s tech had done for her.

“Oh, baby, you do fine. Spend more time with Nikki – she’s a
really
good cook. She could help you with some tips, I’m sure. Although she’s not very good with bread,” he added, thinking about the July Fourth fiasco with Molly’s rolls. Vic parked the Mustang in the club’s parking lot and turned to Laura. “Ready?”

She let out a huge sigh and tried to smile, but it just didn’t work. “Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess. Let’s go.”

There was a good-sized crowd for a weeknight, but what struck her was the way heads swiveled when Vic stepped through the door behind her. Every woman in the joint went on red alert, and several of them almost swooned.
God, I don’t think I can compete with all of this
, she thought, panicked. When Vic reached over and took her hand, she could’ve sworn she heard half of the women growl. He pulled her straight up to the bar to – Nikki? Laura’s mouth fell open until the woman turned, and she saw that it wasn’t Nikki, but someone who looked an awful lot like her. She saw Doug smiling from behind the bar as he realized Laura had made the same mistake everyone else made when they first saw the woman.

“Evie, this is Laura. Laura, I want you to meet Evie. She’s a sweetheart!” Vic hugged the woman, who was quick to hug him back. She turned to Laura and extended her hand.

“Laura, I’m so pleased to meet you. Vic’s says lovely things about you. I was hesitant to do this, but I decided if it would help someone else, it was the right thing to do. And I owe Vic, so I don’t mind at all.” She grinned and put her hand on his shoulder but, for some reason, coming from this woman it didn’t bother Laura one bit.

“Nice to meet you too. Are you sure this is okay with you?” Laura asked her.

“Yes, honey. I just hope it helps you somehow, although it’s kind of unconventional. But then, unconventionality is what this place is all about, right?” She winked at Laura, who couldn’t help but like Evie; she was warm and friendly, and Laura got the distinct impression that the woman actually cared about both of them.

“You tell me when you’re ready. No time constraints here,” Vic told Evie.

“I’m good to go right now. Dungeon?”

“Yep. You know the way. I’ll get the key on the way down,” he told her, then turned to Laura. “You ready, babe?”

Laura swallowed hard. This was it – the first step. Her insides were churning and she felt lightheaded, but she nodded. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

But on their way down the hallway, to Laura’s surprise, a nearly-naked woman stepped out in front of both of them, hands on hips. “Well, there you are! I was wondering what had happened to you!” The woman was almost purring, and Laura could feel something going on under her skin, an itch that she wanted to scratch by planting a fist in the woman’s face.