Chapter 29
Serenity
We left soon after the auction ended, deciding to stay the night at Victor’s house outside the city. Somehow, he listened when I encouraged him to purchase some of the art pieces. The house is too bland and depressing for my tastes.
If I had my way, the pieces would already be decorating the walls, but the art wasn’t ready to bring home yet. Home. I haven’t thought about this house as my home until now. It sounds too … permanent.
I don’t think my heart can handle the thought of us lasting past a year, especially after watching him tonight at the auction. He’ll never belong in Granite Falls, and I can’t fool myself into thinking otherwise.
Victor’s gaze burns into the side of my face as I sit down on the rock-hard sofa, and I can imagine him pushing me back on this concrete slab, his hands on me.
Thoughts about sex shouldn’t even be entering my thoughts.
It’s as if my mind is boggled after he reawakened my desires that laid dormant for years.
I try to focus on anything other than my sexy husband.
Or the fact that we’re alone inside our home.
“Do you want to watch a movie?” Victor asks, moving to sit beside me. His voice is gentle, as if I’m a baby animal and he’s afraid he’ll spook me. “I’m up for anything.”
His leg brushes mine as he adjusts, but neither of us moves away. I’m not sure if I should be relieved we have clothing in the way of our skin touching, or if I should burn everything. Okay, I might be exaggerating, but Victor … He knows how to make me feel alive.
“Are you sure you don’t have to work?” I ask, praying he doesn’t pick up on how my voice rises an octave.
He nods. “I’m handling all the day-to-day work, so I promise I’m not behind.” He picks up the remote from the coffee table and turns on the TV, completely unaffected by me. “I haven’t watched a lot of movies. The only other time I watched something was when I was with Elias.”
I think back to the night where Harmony, Summer, and I had some much-needed girls’ time. “Are you talking about the night of the break-in?”
He nods. “I’ve never sat down with a friend and had a beer while watching a sporting game.”
I laugh, tears springing to my eyes. Victor really is one-of-a-kind. I don’t think I’ve ever met a man who didn’t enjoy at least one sport. “Did you even know what you were watching?”
“Nope.” He says the single word so seriously, but a grin forms on his lips.
I don’t break eye contact as I turn fully to him, placing my hand on his hard leg. Even through his slacks, heat radiates off him, warming me to my core.
The tension in the room thickens immediately as his normally light blue eyes darken a shade or two—almost like an approaching storm is moving in. I’ve never been one to storm chase, but I’m considering it now.
I’ll never get over the fact that I can drive this man wild.
Victor clears his throat. “We don’t have to do anything tonight other than enjoy each other’s company.”
Butterflies flutter to life inside my chest. Stop it, I chide them. This is just sex.
“I definitely plan on enjoying your company tonight.” My voice comes out so breathless it sounds like I just went for a run. “In any way that you want.”
A groan rumbles out of his chest, and he grips my hips, pulling me against him. “I’d be happy watching a movie with you. Eating some popcorn.”
Somehow, the thought of him eating popcorn is as foreign to me as doing a complicated math equation. “You eat popcorn?”
“There’s a first time for everything.”
That’s a cherry I’d like to pop but not tonight. I push up on my toes, our lips hovering, and I ask, “Maybe next time?”
He doesn’t respond but instead lowers his mouth to mine like my lips are a magnet and he can’t resist any longer.
I sigh as he sweeps his tongue inside my mouth.
Heat flows through me as his hands tug on my shirt and lift it over my head.
He drops the fabric on the floor. His fingers find the clasp to my bra, and he unsnaps it with a single hand and lets it fall in a heap with my clothes beside the sofa.
As his hungry gaze sweeps over me, goose bumps follow, pricking at my skin.
He lifts me off the couch, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I fuse my mouth back to his as he carries me. I’m addicted to his soft lips—to his minty taste. Grinding my hips, I ache for friction against my core. If I’m being honest with myself, I’m aching for him to be inside me.
Once inside his bedroom, he pulls away, and I almost whimper. This one room has been forbidden to me until now.
Placing me on my feet, he says, “Take off your stockings, and lay on the bed for me.”
My hands find the rims of my thigh highs, and I peel them down my legs without a second thought. Keeping my eyes on Victor’s heated gaze, I slide down my lacy black panties and drop them.
I sit on the bed and scoot back, crooking a finger for him to come to me.
Victor strides forward, still entirely clothed. “Tell me if things get to be too much for you.”
I nod, waiting for whatever comes next.
“Say it.”
I smile. I love that he wants my consent spoken out loud. “I will tell you.”
“Good girl. Now lay back and spread your legs.”
A rush of excitement flows through me at his praise and command. For once, I can relinquish all control and just feel pleasure. I listen and lay back, letting my thighs fall apart. A growl breaks the silence as Victor’s eyes feast on me.
He moves away and sits in a lounge chair across the room, and when I’m about to sit up and protest, he says, “Touch yourself.”
I blink a couple of times. “But I want you.”
Victor’s lips tip up on one side—his eyes almost as dark as the night sky. “You’ll have me if you listen and touch yourself.”
Excitement shoots through me. Mr. Nice Guy knows how to take control of the room.
My pulse quickens as I drop my hand to my pussy and swirl my clit.
A moan escapes my mouth as I push a single finger inside.
I’m already soaked and ready for him, but this sends a thrill through me that I’ve never experienced.
I push in and out, and when it’s not enough, I shove a second finger inside.
He undoes his slacks, pulls out his already hard cock, and starts to stroke himself.
I loll my head back, and my eyes close, but Victor interrupts and says, “Look at me.” His voice is deeper than I’ve ever heard. “I want your eyes on me when you get off.”
Fluttering open my eyelashes, I lift my head to meet his gaze again. I push a third in and continue to finger myself. His hand quickens to match my pace as if he’s imagining he’s fucking me. I can’t help but picture him inside of me, stretching me with his throbbing cock, and I scream out his name.
“Fuck. My name on your lips is pure heaven.” Victor pushes to his feet and kicks off his slacks. “You’re such a good girl you make me want to come when I’m not even inside you yet.”
He sheds his suit jacket and then his shirt and tie. I continue to push in and out even as he prowls toward me with the eyes of a predator. His glorious abs are on full display and for my eyes only.
He lowers himself so he sits on the bed beside me, and goose bumps raise on my skin as he kisses a trail from my neck and down my stomach. I remove my fingers and wrap my arms around his neck as he kisses back up to meet my mouth.
He leisurely swipes his hand up my thigh until he’s at my entrance while his second hand palms my breast. He flicks my nipple, and I arch into him.
His fingers replace mine, and he pushes one inside of my pussy.
Flames ignite inside my veins, threatening to burn me whole, as he works a second finger inside.
I dig my nails into his back and buck my hips as he hits exactly the right spot—a place I never knew existed. “Please, Vic, I need you inside of me.”
He lowers his head and takes my nipple into his mouth as he continues to finger me. His teeth graze against the sensitive skin. “Oh God.” The words burst free from my mouth as my walls tightened around his fingers. “Fuck. I’m going to come.”
He doesn’t slow his motions. No, instead he slides another finger inside and increases his speed. “Come for me, baby.”
In. Out. In. Out. My pussy tightens around him again, and my body shudders as my orgasm slams into me. Wave after wave overtakes me, and he continues to move his fingers, helping me ride out this orgasm.
I slump my head back, my body limp. He’s the only man to ever make me come. And that’s without him fucking me.
He pulls me close, and my fingers graze raised ridges on his shoulders, suspiciously where he was shot when we had to save Harmony.
Both other times we were together, he never took off his shirt, so I hadn’t realized. I pull back to inspect his puckered skin when Victor says, “I’m okay. It was months ago.”
I nod even though my brain protests what he said, and my eyes stray to his lips. Better to go back to what we were doing than think about that day. “Are you going to fuck me?”
He chuckles and puts his cock back in his hand. “How are you still so mouthy even after an orgasm?”
I pout. “I thought that was just the appetizer. I’m ready for the whole meal.”
“I’ll give you dessert, too, if that’s what you want.”
His eyes slip back down to my spread out, naked body. My gaze finds his cock, and I lick my lips.
Reaching to his bag that rests beside the bed, he pulls out a condom, and tears open the foil package. Within seconds, he has it on, and he’s positioning himself to line his cock up to my slick entrance.
He pauses for a second as if hesitating, but then he’s moving again. I don’t take my eyes off him as he pushes inside of me. A sharp breath escapes my lips.
He pushes in more, inch by agonizing inch, and he groans. He leans down, and I swallow the sound. Our lips are molded together as he gets the remainder of his cock inside of me.
Fuck. He doesn’t move for a second, so I move my hips, trying to propel him into action. I continue to wiggle beneath him. “Fuck, Victor, please move.”
He pulls out and pushes back inside of me gently.
I need more. So much more. “Harder, Vic.”
As if my wish is his command, he withdraws again and slams into me.
“Oh, God, Vic, yes!”
His remaining restraint disappears as he pounds into me mercilessly. I cry out and scratch my nails down his back so hard I’m certain they will leave a mark. His thrusts are brutal, but I take every inch of him time and time again all while my walls clench him.
I moan as I drag my hands back up his torso. “I’m so close.”
He unleashes himself even more than I thought possible, running his thumb over my clit and circling it until I buck against him. The walls of my pussy clench him even harder, my muscles spasming, and I’m so close I’m terrified he’ll stop before I’m done.
Before I can finish that thought, an orgasm slams into me like a freight train. And moments later, Victor lets out a guttural groan, falling off the edge into the abyss with me. He keeps pace and doesn’t stop moving until my aftershock spasms slow to a halt.
He places a gentle kiss on my forehead before heading to the restroom, still fully naked, and as I’m about to snuggle under the blankets, I push into a seated position. I need to get changed, but I don’t want to go to my room, so I head over to his dresser and find solid navy matching pajamas.
Note to self: steal some of his pajamas.
After pulling on the pants and tightening the band to fit my waist, I glance toward the doorway. When I don’t see him, I press the shirt to my nose and inhale like the creeper I’ve become. The fabric smells like fresh cotton that hung out in the summer breeze to dry.
I jerk the shirt away—the last thing I need is for him to catch me smelling his clothes—and pull it on over my head. Just in time.
He reenters the bedroom, strutting in, not caring he’s still naked. I take him in, his scar and all, and gulp. I didn’t believe he could be any sexier than he already was, but seeing him with the scar he got while trying to help save my sister, he’s even hotter.
“If you don’t stop looking at me like that while wearing my clothes, wife, I’ll have to undress you again.”
I lick my lips, but I’m still a little sore. I have another idea though. I blink my eyelashes at him and say, “How about I pop your cherry, and we watch a movie now and eat popcorn?”
Victor slides into his boxers and puts on his button-down shirt. As he’s doing up the buttons, he says, “I think that sounds perfect.”
As he hurries off, I sit on the edge of his bed, finally able to take it all in.
Unlike the rest of the house, the room has pictures on his bedside table of his dad and sister.
Not surprisingly, his mother isn’t in any of the pictures.
I turn to look at the other side of his bed and find a picture of Summer and me.
My mouth turns dry, and my tongue is heavy. Everything about tonight felt too … easy. Like I’m slowly getting comfortable with him without even realizing it. Seeing the picture of Summer and me in his bedroom reminds me that this is more than sex for Victor.
For some reason, he wants us for the long run, but this world isn’t meant for Summer and me. We don’t fit in, and we never will. I have to remember that before one of us gets hurt.
Who am I kidding? We’re past the point of no return.