Chapter 20
The next month was a blur of secrecy, stolen glances, and nights tangled in Vaughn’s arms. I couldn’t get enough of him, especially after being deprived for so long. Every touch, every kiss felt like a forbidden thrill, and I craved it.
To keep up appearances, I spent more time at the mansion than I had in months, using the excuse of renovations in the bedroom I once shared with Colson.
I retreated to my old room, but the nights belonged to Vaughn.
He would slip in after everyone had gone to bed, and we’d lose ourselves in each other, the danger only heightening the attraction.
When Easter arrived, it brought with it the Ashworth and Shaw families under one roof, a tradition none of us dared break. The mansion was filled with the buzz of family, preparing for Sunday breakfast like we always did. But even with everyone there, all I could think about was Vaughn.
Saturday evening, while the rest of the house slept, my phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with Vaughn’s name. I answered, pressing the phone to my ear, keeping my voice low.
“Why are you calling me?” I whispered, glancing at the closed door as if someone could hear.
A soft chuckle came through the line, the sound wrapping around me like a tease. “Why are you whispering?”
“I don’t want to wake anyone,” I murmured, feeling the tension coil low in my belly just hearing his voice. Vaughn had that effect on me—effortless control.
There was a pause, then his voice took on a dangerous edge. “I could come down there, and we can wake everyone.”
My breath hitched, my nipples hardening at the thought. The idea of him sneaking into my room with our families just down the hall sent a thrill through me, but I wasn’t ready to blow the lid off our affair. Not yet.
“Don’t you dare,” I hissed, though my pulse quickened at the idea.
He chuckled again, but this time it was darker, more wicked. “I have a better idea.”
I couldn’t help but bite. “What?”
“I downloaded the app for your vibrator.”
His words hit me like a jolt of electricity. My breath stuttered, heat flooding between my legs. “No, Vaughn. I can’t.”
“Do it,” he commanded, his voice low and firm. “Or I’ll come in there and fuck you until you scream. Is that what you want? Easiest way to let everyone know we’re sleeping together.”
My stomach clenched with anticipation. God, he knew exactly how to push me, how to make me unravel. I squeezed my eyes shut, knowing I was already lost. “No,” I said quietly, barely above a whisper.
“I’ll wait,” he said, his voice a purr of control.
With trembling hands, I reached into my nightstand, fingers brushing over the cold surface of the vibrator case. I swallowed hard and pulled it out, my heart pounding in my chest.
“I have it,” I whispered, my voice betraying how completely I was in his grasp.
“Are you wet, Joey?” His question was raw and unapologetic.
I was. I could feel the slick dampness in my panties, my body betraying me even as my mind screamed at me to stop. “Yes,” I admitted, my belly tightening with need.
“Strip.”
I sucked in a breath, my fingers fumbling as I peeled off my panties, then my t-shirt. The cool air hit my skin, but I felt anything but cold. Naked, vulnerable, I climbed back into bed, shivering as anticipation thrummed through me.
“Did you do it?” His voice was a quiet command.
“Yes.”
The line clicked off, and a few seconds later, his face appeared on my screen as he FaceTimed me. Vaughn's wicked grin stretched across his lips, dark blue eyes gleaming with mischief. He leaned closer to the camera, his voice a low growl. “Show me your pretty pussy.”
“Vaughn…” I whined, heat rushing to my face at the brazenness of it. But there was no denying the thrill it gave me.
He chuckled darkly, his gaze never leaving the screen. “Show me. Open your legs.”
I leaned back against the padded headboard, spreading my legs slowly, placing the phone between them so he could see everything. I heard the sharp intake of his breath, and it sent a shiver up my spine.
“Jesus, Joey… you have such a pretty cunt. I want to lick it.”
My thighs tensed at his words, a mixture of arousal and embarrassment flushing through me. “Stop,” I muttered, even though I didn’t want him to.
“Touch your clit,” he commanded, his voice soft but firm. “Rub it for me.”
My breath hitched, and I couldn’t resist. My fingers slid down, brushing over my swollen clit, the contact sending a shock of pleasure through me.
I moaned softly, biting my lip to keep from being too loud, but God, it was hard.
The house wasn’t empty like it usually was. Everyone was asleep nearby.
“Come here,” I whispered, desperate for him, for his hands on me, his mouth on mine. “Come to my room.”
He shook his head, a wicked smile curling on his lips. “No. Have some control. Use the vibrator.”
I whimpered but did as he said, positioning the vibrator at my entrance and pushing it inside. My body clenched around it as I adjusted the second arm to press against my clit. My breath was already coming in short gasps when Vaughn turned it on, sending a wave of vibrations through me.
Then, just as quickly, he shut it off.
“Vaughn!” I hissed, clutching the sheets, my body screaming for more.
He grinned, his breathing picking up as he shifted the camera. The screen filled with the sight of his hand stroking his cock, the head glistening with precum. My core tightened at the sight of him, my desire spiraling out of control.
“Fuck, you look so good,” he growled. “So fucking wet for me.”
I could barely think, my fingers digging into the sheets.
He left me hanging for a moment, his cock hard in his hand as he watched me writhe, and then—finally—he turned the vibrator on again.
This time, the intensity was stronger, the rhythm more erratic.
I arched off the bed, a moan escaping my lips as my body tensed, spiraling closer and closer to release.
“Vaughn,” I gasped, my hand clutching the phone as I watched him stroke himself, his jaw tight, his eyes fixed on me.
“Come for me, Joey,” he growled, his voice thick with need. “Come for me, right now.”
And I did, my body exploding in pleasure, every nerve alight as I came hard, my fingers clenching around the sheets as I cried out his name.
The phone screen went black, leaving me in a haze, the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through me.
Confusion settled in as I tried to catch my breath, but before I could process it, the door creaked open.
My eyes snapped to it. Vaughn stood there, framed by the doorway, his white terry bathrobe hanging loosely off his broad shoulders, barely containing the evidence of his arousal.
I gasped, my pulse quickening all over again.
He shut the door behind him with a quiet click, his gaze locked on me as he strode toward the bed.
There was hunger in his eyes, a fire that had been simmering beneath the surface all day.
Without a word, Vaughn tore the vibrator from me and tossed it onto the bed like it was nothing, his hands rough yet careful, impatient but precise.
He climbed onto the bed, his weight pressing into the mattress as he positioned himself over me. In one smooth motion, he slid inside, his entry effortless as I was already soaked from the teasing he’d put me through. My head fell back, a low moan slipping from my lips as he filled me completely.
We’d made a pact once we realized this was more than a one-time mistake. We both got tested—no barriers, no holding back. I’d gone back on my birth control shot, and with nothing standing between us, we were insatiable.
“Oh God,” I moaned, my fingers tangling in the sheets as he buried himself deep inside me, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge all over again. “Feels so good.”
Vaughn’s breath was hot against my neck as he kissed a path along my skin, his voice a low growl. “I needed this,” he confessed, his lips brushing against my collarbone.
So did I. All day, we had been dancing around each other, pretending like we weren’t sneaking glances, brushing fingers, stealing secret kisses when no one was looking. The tension between us had been unbearable, and now, here in the privacy of my room, it was finally being released.
He moved with purpose, his hips driving into mine with steady, deep thrusts, each one pulling a whimper from my throat.
My body arched against him, desperate for more, for everything.
I was addicted to him, to this. My hands found his back, nails dragging across his skin, leaving red marks in their wake.
Vaughn groaned, his mouth crashing down onto mine, his kiss bruising and full of raw desire. Our lips moved together, tongues tangling as his pace quickened, his breath ragged against my mouth. I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking him in tighter, wanting to feel every inch of him.
The familiar tightness coiled low in my belly, growing more intense with each thrust, and I knew I wasn’t going to last long. Vaughn’s hips ground against me, sending jolts of pleasure through my body, and I clenched around him, my moans becoming louder as I edged closer to release.
I hated to admit it, but our sex—what we had now—was better than anything I’d ever experienced with Colson. It was wild, unrestrained, raw. Vaughn brought out something in me that I hadn’t even known was there, something primal, something I couldn’t control.
“Vaughn,” I gasped, my nails digging deeper into his back as I felt myself slipping over the edge, the tension in my body finally snapping. “Oh God—”
“Come,” he whispered harshly into my ear, his voice a command wrapped in need.
And I did. My body shuddered beneath him, waves of pleasure crashing over me as I came, the world fading away until all that was left was him.