Untitled Book 2 (9 page)

“Of course I do,” I admit, inhaling deeply. “Fuck, Vinnie. What are we doing here? I don't want us to have any regrets.”

“I know,” he says, running his hand over his bald head. “Fuck!” He stands, and all I can do is stare at his cock. Seriously, I hope he doesn't wear those track pants out of the house. It's like women's yoga pants, there isn't much left to the imagination.

“I'm trying to be good here, Shay, but fuck, with you staring at my dick like that, what the fuck do you expect from me? All I want to do right now is throw you over my shoulder, carry you upstairs, and toss you on the bed. Then I want to eat you out until you come all over my face, then I want to slide inside you and fuck you until you scream my name.”

The air thickens as we stare at each other. My body feels needy, flushed. My nipples harden, and I can feel that my panties are damp.

And he hasn't even touched me.

He moves to walk past me but then stops. Gripping my chin with his thumb and index finger, he leans down and plants a quick kiss on my lips before storming outside. That's it? I touch my lips with my fingers, feeling annoyed even though I know he's being the responsible one here. Did I need to be responsible though? Talon never said anything to me about staying away
from Vinnie, although I guess it didn't need to be said. It's not like I make it a habit of wanting to sleep with the men sent to protect me. Usually I'm more worried about staying alive and out of the enemies' hands, but Vinnie has changed everything. I relax more about all else, because for some reason I trust that he'll handle it. Just like I'm sure he'll know how to handle me. Without overthinking it, I stand, my feet taking me outside where Vinnie stands by the pool.

“Not a good idea, Shay,” he growls, turning his head to the side.

What does he think I'm going to do exactly?

I stand behind him and rest my hands on his back. Suddenly, the need for revenge outweighs my lust. With all the strength I can muster, I push him into the pool. As soon as I see the splash, I don't stick around to find out what happens. I run inside, upstairs and into my room where I lock the door and fall onto my bed, giggling.

That's one way to take care of his erection.

I'm still laughing when he bangs on my door, rendering me silent. I hide under the sheets, as if that can save me, like a little girl hiding from monsters under her bed.

“Shay, open the fuckin' door,” he snarls, banging again.

I pull down the sheet, revealing just my eyes. “No!” I call out to him. “I'm going to sleep. We can discuss this in the morning.”

My eyes flare as I hear him mutter some creative curse words. His footsteps disappear, and I relax into the mattress, staring at the ceiling. It's only a matter of time before the two of us end up in bed together, and every time I think about it, it sounds less like a bad idea and more like a foregone conclusion. I'll never see him again, and the attraction was there, so why not? Who
knows when I'll have
the chance to be with a man next, and never will I find another guy like Vinnie. Who knows how long I'll even be alive? With that very sobering thought, I decide to forget all the details, to stop overthinking everything, and to just let myself enjoy life a little.

Tomorrow, Vinnie is mine.

After he forgives me for the pool incident.

I
SPEND
more time coming up with my revenge plan than I'd like to admit. I grin into my coffee and she comes down the stairs, her steps light and unsure. She approaches the kitchen cautiously, then stands patiently as she waits for me to look at her. When I don't, she clears her throat and says, “Good morning.”

I ignore her, the first part of my plan, and move to the living area, sitting down casually and putting on the TV. She follows me, sitting down and watching me.

“To be fair, you did it to me first,” she says, sighing heavily. “Does this silent treatment mean we aren't going anywhere today?”

She stands and says, “I'm going to make some breakfast, would you like something?”

Silence.

As she disappears into the kitchen, I sit back and wait. One, two, three, four . . .

Her scream echoes throughout the house and makes me smile widely. Yes, the fake spider that took me half an hour to make was well worth it. She runs into the living room and jumps on my lap. When she sees me smiling, she scowls and stops her wailing, her chest panting up and down. She slaps at my shoulder. “You're such an asshole!”

I wrap my arms around her and pull her against my chest. “You deserved it.”

She smells so fuckin' good, like strawberries and icing sugar. Her hair is still a little damp from the shower, and her skin is so soft and smooth. I bury my face in her neck. “You're a little shit you know, pushing me into the pool. No one else would get away with something like that.”

“I don't think I got away with it,” she murmurs, touching my cheek. “My heart is still racing. You successfully scared the shit out of me.”

“Good,” I whisper gruffly, pulling back and looking her in the eye. “What are we doing today?”

“You're letting it go, just like that?” she asks, suspicion written all over her face. “Or do you have more spiders planted around the house?”

“I'm letting it go,” I say, tilting my head to the side. “At least I think I am.”

She rolls her eyes and says, “What do you want to do today? Your choice.”

What I really want to do is spend the day inside her and spank her ass for the stunt she pulled, so really we should get out of this house before I do just that.

Last night Talon finally called me back, and I chewed him out for how he expects Shay to live. He said right now there's no other option since shit's going down with his club, and she won't be any safer there. I told him to get control of his MC,
something he didn't appreciate, but what the fuck? Shay should have the Wild Men at her back, not be hidden away because they can't protect what's theirs. You'd think having a cousin who is an MC president would have some perks, but apparently not with the Wild Men.

“Maybe we could go out for lunch, then go for a swim or something?” I suggest. “I'm guessing you didn't start breakfast.”

“You'd be guessing right,” she grumbles, laying her head on my chest. “You're so comfortable.”

She places both her hands on my chest and slides them over my pecs, then down my abs.

“You know I'm sure we could find something fun and . . . energetic to do indoors,” she says, biting her lower lip and staring up at me with her bedroom eyes. I don't know what's changed from last night to now, but something has.

I lean forward and press my lips against hers, then say, “Shay, I told Talon I wouldn't touch you. Are you going to make me a liar?”

She shuffles on my lap, letting me know she can feel my hardness. “He doesn't have to know. Do you think I talk to my cousin about my sex life?” She pauses. “Even when I had one, I didn't.”

“If he straight out asks me, I'm not going to lie,” I warn her. I don't know what Talon will do to her that could be worse than what she's going through now. I'm not scared of Talon, but I don't like to go against my word.

“Then don't,” she whispers, glancing down at my lips. “I don't want to be selfish, but I want you. I'll worry about whatever comes later another day. This is me letting you know.”

She moves to slide off me but I grip her hips to keep her in her place.

“Vinnie—” She opens her mouth to speak so I take the opportunity to kiss her. And I mean
really
kiss her. Moving my hands to cup her face, I kiss her deeply, savoring her taste, loving the way she feels pressed up against me. Her soft lips. Fuck.

She pushes her body into mine, rubbing herself against my throbbing cock. The world closes in on us as I finally get a proper taste of what I want, a forbidden taste, which makes it all that sexier. I pull back, but just so I can kiss down her neck, sucking gently, my tongue swiping across her skin. The breathy noises she starts to make drive me crazy, and I end up lifting her off me and laying her back on the couch, following her down with my mouth on hers once more.

Wanting to feel her skin, I start to lift off her dress, sliding it up her thigh, then up her stomach. She sits up and lifts her arms so I can take it off entirely, leaving her in a white lace bra and matching panties. Lana's line about women being the ones who decide to have sex if they're wearing sexy matching lingerie runs through my head, making me smile as my lips descend onto hers again.

Shay is something else—the way she goes after what she wants in her own way has me feeling all kinds of crazy. I kiss down her neck, her collarbone, until I reach the top of her breasts. I kiss there, then pull down the cups of her bra, squeezing her breasts in my hands, the perfect handfuls. I lick her right nipple, biting down on it gently before sucking it into my mouth. She places her hand on the back of my neck, the other resting on my head.

“Holy shit, Vinnie,” she gasps as I move my head to her other breast. While my tongue tortures her I run my hand down her stomach and slide it into her panties, sinking a single finger inside her.

She's dripping.

“Fuck, Shay,” I groan, starting to play with her clit. “You're so wet and ready for me.”

I sit back and lift my T-shirt off, throwing it on the floor somewhere, then stand to remove my pants. I admire Shay for a second, lying there in her bra and panties, watching me with lust in her eyes, before I kneel back on the couch and slide her panties down. I stare at her smooth skin, and my mouth starts to water just looking at her. She opens the front clasp of her bra and slides the straps down. She's fuckin' beautiful, every inch of her.

I undo the button on my jeans, then slide them down, my boxers following suit. I see her taking me in from head to toe, and I stay still and let her do so. I can't wait until she explores my body with her hands and her mouth, after I explore hers. When she's finished her perusal she flashes me the cutest fuckin' smile and spreads her legs for me.

I'm in heaven.

I
LOVE
the look in his eyes as he watches me. He likes what he sees. He grabs my breasts again and nips at them. They aren't big, but he stares at them like they're the most perfect set he's ever laid eyes on.

At my age, I've come to completely accept myself and my body, letting go of any hang-ups I had. The key isn't trying to be perfect, it is accepting yourself as you are and to know that to the right person, you will always be enough. I also think men don't notice the small things we do, the imperfections we focus on.

I lose coherent thought as he starts to kiss down my stomach, then down my inner thigh. Holy shit. His brown eyes glance up at me as his tongue licks me, sliding through me before landing on my clit and flicking.

“Vinnie,” I moan, lifting my hips as he grabs them and uses them to help him bring his mouth even closer. He pulls away, making me moan again, this time in protest. He stands up and lifts me over his shoulder in one swift move, slapping my ass as
he carries me up the stairs and into his room. He puts me down on my feet, then lays back on the bed and demands, “Sit on my face.”

Without hesitation, I climb up his body and do just that, lowering my pussy on his face and grabbing onto the headboard for support as he starts to eat me again. I moan loudly when he puts direct pressure on my clit with his tongue, and grind myself down on him shamelessly. The orgasm hits me out of nowhere and blinds me with its intensity.

“Oh my god,” I yell, closing my eyes and just
feeling
, my thighs trembling and my world spinning. He continues to torture me, even after the waves cease, so I lift my leg off him, panting, and look down at him. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and grins wolfishly, making me shake my head and smile back at him.