17. Wells
17
WELLS
I paced the kitchen the entire morning, waiting for Vienna to get home. I’d barely seen her after she’d shown up at the bar with Jace. He’d ordered her drink— a Sazerac— like I needed him to tell me what she likes.
Vienna is spicy and, just like her drink of choice, goes down with a kick.
So many nights over the summer started with us meeting up for a drink, but eventually we weren’t able to keep our hands off each other long enough to even order one.
Having her in my space has been maddening in the best and worst ways. My daughter is thriving and Vienna’s made our house into a home. On the other hand, I’m constantly hard and frustrated and aching to be inside her.
But more than that—I miss her.
I miss the intimacy and the undeniable connection we’ve had since the very first night.
Which is why I’m wearing the shirt I swore I wouldn’t as I continue to wipe down the already clean counter while Haven just shakes her head at me.
“How was your meeting?” I ask, her eyes narrowing as her gaze locks on to my shirt.
“It was great. She’s going to pull some properties and set up a time to take a look.” Draping her coat over the kitchen chair, she adds, “How was your morning?”
“So fun!” Haven supplies, failing to read the room. “Daddy and I went for a walk, and there was this dog playing fetch with a stick as big as he was!”
“That sounds really fun!”
“And daddy said we can get a dog!”
“I said we could talk about getting a dog. They’re a big commitment, Haven.”
“I know.” Haven’s eyes are big and bright and full of so much hope that I’m caught off guard when Vienna moves in close.
“I told you not to wear that shirt,” she murmurs as she passes me to get something out of the cabinet. Her arm brushes against mine, and even though it seems innocent, I know it’s anything but. Vienna’s been driving me out of my mind the last few weeks, her ass brushing accidentally against my cock as she moves past me at the bar, a touch here, a look there.
And my restraint is fraying.
Fast.
But I need to know I’m not alone in what I’m feeling.
So far, it’s working, if the way she’s glaring at me is any indication. I’m not na?ve enough to think that she’s going to make good on her promise for this particular clothing item, but even just the fact that she’s staring at me like she’s slightly unhinged is enough.
“Do you need anything else?” she asks Haven who shakes her head but doesn’t take her eyes off the picture in front of her as she dips her paintbrush in the well of blue. “Okay, I just need to talk to your daddy for a minute, okay? We’ll be right back.”
Vienna’s eyes lock on mine as she stalks toward me, grabbing my bicep and forcing me down the hall. Her nails are digging into my skin, and I’m about to protest when she looks over her shoulder and pushes me into the laundry room, pulling the accordion door closed behind us.
“Vienna—”
Her hand on my chest has me backing up until I hit the wall, her hands immediately falling to my belt as she hisses, “I told you not to wear the shirt. You did this.”
She drops to her knees and pulls my cock immediately into her mouth, sucking and stroking and massaging my balls. My head falls back against the wall as I brace myself for the orgasm that she’s commanding from me.
I know I should stop this, but it feels so damn good and it’s been so long since she’s touched me—since anyone’s touched me. Because I couldn’t stomach the thought of anyone else’s hands or body on mine.
Not after her.
My eyelids flutter closed and I swallow the curses that want to spill from my lips, instead choosing to sink my teeth into my fist as I finally give in and thrust my dick into her mouth. She takes it and gives it back tenfold until every muscle in my body is flexed and begging for release.
I’m strung so tight, and I know she can feel it because she sucks me harder until I fucking shatter.
And I can’t stop.
I come so hard, my knees damn near give out as she swallows down my release. Her eyes are bright and furious as they stare back at me—not leaving me for a second as she tucks my cock back into my pants and stands.
“I told you what would happen.” Her gaze is like a physical caress as it travels over me. “Don’t do it again.”
“Vienna,” I croak out her name, her hand on the door handle as she looks at me over her shoulder.
“Take a minute to get yourself together, Wells. It looks like you just had your cock sucked.”
She turns and leaves me standing in the dark with my back still pressed against the wall as I try like hell to catch my breath.
The woman is a goddamn menace and I think I’m in love.
Fucking hell.
Game on.