13. Blair
CHAPTER 13
Blair
My thoughts go back to Jace’s words. He thinks Vance is using me. Does he think I’m not privy to his past? I know about all of Vance’s one night stands. He has not had many girlfriends. I trace his jaw with my finger, gazing into his eyes. “As much as I want to go after him, right now I just want to be with you.”
I moan as he pulls me into a kiss, his tongue delving into my mouth with a hunger that matches mine. Vance's hands are all over me, gripping my hips, tugging at my hair, squeezing my ass. One thing is certain, we can’t get enough of each other.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groans, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down my neck. He sucks and bites, leaving a trail of marks that I'll wear with pride.
“I need you inside me,” I gasp, fumbling with the buttons of his pants. I want to feel him, all of him again.
Vance helps me, kicking off his pants in one swift motion. His cock springs free, hard and thick and ready for me. I wrap my hand around him, stroking him from root to tip as he growls and thrusts into my grip.
“You didn’t even put underwear on.”
He reaches between us, teasing my clit with his fingers before plunging two of them inside me. “And you didn’t either.”
I'm so wet, so ready for him, that he slides in easily. I moan and buck against his hand, my orgasm building quickly.
But it's not enough. I need more. I need him. Vance must sense my desperation because he withdraws his fingers and positions himself at my core. He thrusts into me, filling me up completely. I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he starts to move. He fucks me hard and fast, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through me.
“Oh god,” I moan, my legs wrapped around his waist as I meet him thrust for thrust. “Don't stop. Please don't stop.”
He grunts in response, his hips slapping against mine as he pounds into me. Another orgasm builds, this one stronger than the last. I'm on the edge, teetering on the brink of pure ecstasy.
And then I'm falling, my body shuddering and convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. Vance follows me over the edge, his cock twitching inside me as he fills me with his release.
We collapse onto the couch, panting and sweaty and completely sated. Well, maybe for now. Vance wraps his arms around me, holding me close as we come down from our high.
“I love you,” he whispers in my ear.
“I love you too,” I reply, knowing that it's true.
My brother might not like our relationship, but I can’t walk away from this chance. And if my brother cares about my happiness, maybe him seeing us together will show him it’s not just some fling.
I turn to face him, drinking in the sight of his chiseled features, his dark eyes filled with concern. He might be freaking out inside after that show of anger. I’ve never seen my brother so pissed at him. “What if he doesn’t accept us?” The words tumble out. “He's your best friend, my brother.”
Vance's jaw tightens. He reaches for my hand, his calloused fingers intertwining with mine. “It’s gonna take some time. Once he sees that I’m not going anywhere, maybe he’ll change lanes.”
I search his face, looking for any hint of doubt. There is none. “How can you be so sure?” I ask, hating the tremor in my voice.
Vance cups my cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear. “Because what we have is worth fighting for. And I won’t lie, if I have to choose between him and you. Well, he won’t like the answer.”