11. Blair
CHAPTER 11
Blair
I watch as his gaze sweeps the apartment, taking in every detail. The colorful throw pillows on the couch. The framed photos on the wall. The stack of dog-eared paperbacks on the coffee table. Is he judging? Approving? His expression gives nothing away.
“Make yourself at home.”
Vance nods and sets his duffel by the door with a soft thud. “Nice place,” he murmurs.
“Thanks.” I fidget with the hem of my shirt. “It's not much, but…”
“It's you,” he finishes. His lips curve in a slight smile. “I like it.”
But as Vance moves further into the room, uncertainty creeps back in. This is uncharted territory for us both. What comes next?
Barking ensues and I rush into the bedroom to get Oliver out of his crate. He rushes straight toward Vance, almost knocking him over, not able to control himself. He is just as happy as me that he is back. My lips curve. Vance pets him, waiting for him to calm down before he anchors down and hugs him. “I missed you too, boy. You got bigger. Looks like your mom has been feeding you well.”
I watch the play of muscles beneath his t-shirt as he looks over at me, but Oliver wants his attention. So to get it back, he puts his paws on his chest and pushes him back on the floor, hovering over him and licking all over his face. He laughs and that sound… is what I’ve missed. My fingers itch to touch him, to confirm he's really here. But I hold back. Oliver deserves his time too.
Vance turns to me, his expression softening. “You look like you're scared. You okay?”
I nod. “Yeah. Just... processing, I guess. Still can’t believe you are home. Here, in my apartment. It just seemed like it was never going to get here.”
He gets up and closes the space between us. “I told you, I would do whatever it took to make it back to you.”
His quiet confidence steadies me. I look up into those dark eyes and stand on my tip-toes and my lips crash against his. His hand comes up to cup my cheek. So many nights I tossed and turned so worried we found each other too late. But, he’s home. He is right here in front of me and I don’t want to waste a single minute of happiness.
“Oliver, crate.” I yell, pulling myself from his lips and shutting Oliver in the bedroom. I can’t wait any longer. I need him right fucking now.
I close the space back between us and instead of kissing him again, I drop to my knees, looking up at him through my long lashes. I plan to show him just how much I have missed him. I reach for his buckle and his hand stops me.
“I’d rather wait until after I shower. I didn’t get a chance before we left.” He pulls me up and leans in and kisses me. “But I’ll take a rain check.”
That’s a first. I’m not going to lie, it hurts my feelings. “I don’t give a fuck about that. I just need you, Vance. It’s been a year and…”
He takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom, letting Oliver out, and then closing it behind us. We walk into the bathroom and he turns the shower on, and starts to get undressed. I want to be mad about the rejection, but my eyes fall on his body as he takes his shirt off over his head, revealing his broad shoulders and new scars. I wince, thinking about what happened. His eyes never leave mine, watching me watch him. When he reaches for his belt, I put my hand on it. “Fuck no, the rest is mine.”
I unbuckle his belt, sliding it out of the loops, and throw it to the floor. His breath catches and it makes me smile. I unbutton his pants, unzip, and then let them hit the floor also. Fuck, he is a god. It should seriously be illegal for anyone to look this delicious naked.
He steps into the shower, the water cascading over his body, steam rising to the roof. “Your turn, but slowly. I wanna savor every second.”
I peel off my sweater, savoring the sensation of the cool fabric against my overheated skin. My heart races as I undo the button of my jeans, my fingers trembling with barely contained desire. His gaze is on me, burning into my flesh like a branding iron. My brother’s best friend, the man I’ve been lusting after for years, is watching me with hooded eyes. His hands wrap around his cock, stroking it.
I slide my jeans down my legs, inch by fucking inch, making sure to give a good show. I bend over to step out of my pants, and he growls, a primal sound that I haven’t heard come from him before, but it makes my pussy clench with need. I turn to face him, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He’s staring at me like a piece of meat, his eyes dark with desire.
“Get in this fucking shower now!”
I step in, my fingers lingering on his skin for a moment. He shivers at my touch, his eyes closing before flaring open again. I lean in closer, my lips barely an inch from his. And then it comes, his lips against mine, the soft brush of his tongue against my bottom lip. I open my mouth, letting him explore. It’s fucking heaven, pure bliss.
My nipples harden into little peaks and my pussy grows wetter by the second. I press myself closer to him, his hard cock against my stomach. I grind against him, letting him know exactly what I want, fuck what I need. He growls again, deep and guttural, and then he’s lifting me up, his arms strong and carries me to the bed, soaking wet.
“We are going to soak the bed,” I yell right before he lays me down.
“I’ll buy new everything. I fucking need you.”
I watch him, my eyes drinking in every inch of his perfect body. His abs, his chest broad, and his thick and long fucking cock. I lick my lips, my mouth watering at the sight of him. I want him inside me, filling me up and making me scream.
He crawls into the bed, his body hovering over mine. He brushes a strand of hair from my face, his touch gentle. And then he leans down and whispers in my ear, “First, I'm going to take you and let you come and after that, I’m going to make you beg for more.”
And then he kisses me again, his lips devouring me. He trails kisses down my neck, his tongue tasting me. I moan softly, my finger digging into his shoulders as he makes his way down to my breasts. He takes one into his mouth and I cry out, the sensation overwhelming me as pleasure shoots through my body.
“I fucking need you… Now!” I’m writhing beneath him, my hips bucking as I try to get closer to him. But he’s not listening.
“In due time, princess.”
He kisses his way down my stomach, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He nips as he makes his way lower and lower. And then he’s there, his face between my thighs as he gazes up at me with a devilish grin. “You taste so fucking good.” And then he dives in, his tongue flicking out to taste me, to explore me more. I cry out, my back arching off the bed.
“It’s coming,” he growls.
His fingers join in to torment even further. I’m moaning, thrashing beneath him, and my legs tremble and then he finds that magical little place that sends me straight over the fucking edge. I scream his name as I come, my body convulsing.
“Now, you’re ready, princess. So wet for me.” He gets up off the bed, grabs his wallet out of his pants and slips a condom on. He positions his cock and teases me with the tip, sliding it up and down before slowly pushing it inside me. He stretches me wide open as he fills me… fuck!
He sinks deeper and deeper, and then he starts to move, his hips back and forth as he fucks me so good that it takes my breath away. He fucks me harder and faster, another orgasm building inside already. Fuck, it’s been too long! A tight knot of pleasure that’s growing bigger and bigger. It bursts, sending me flying over the edge again as I scream his name and dig my nails into his shoulders. He grunts with effort, chasing his own release. And then he’s there, filling me up before collapsing on top of me.
He lifts his head, his eyes meeting mine. “I love you… with every fiber of my being. You don’t have to worry. I’m not going anywhere.”
I roll him over, take the condom off, tie it and throw it into the waste bin. “We are not fucking done yet.”
I straddle him. He isn’t getting away with only one round tonight. Hell, I have big plans and already took tomorrow off in anticipation. We have a lot to make up for. I lean in to kiss him when Oliver starts barking.
“Are you expecting someone?” Vance asks, looking at the bedroom door.
I shake my head but get off of him and head to my closet to throw on a quick sundress. “Get dressed.”
I make my way to the door, acutely aware of Vance's eyes following me as he gets his pants on real quick and then his shirt. As I swing it open, I'm greeted by a blur of curls.
“Surprise!” Sofia exclaims, throwing her arms around me in a tight embrace. Her warmth envelops me, and the tension in my shoulders dissipates.
“Sofia! What are you doing here?” I ask, returning her hug.
She pulls back. “Can't a girl drop by to see her best friend?” Her gaze slides past me, landing on Vance. Her eyebrows shoot up, and a knowing smile plays on her lips.
“Oh, I see I'm interrupting something,” she says, her tone playful. “Should I come back when you two aren't busy making googly eyes at each other?”
Heat rushes to my cheeks. “We weren't—I mean, we're just—” I stammer, but Sofia's laughter cuts me off.
“Relax, Blair. I'm just teasing.” She steps inside, giving Vance a friendly wave. “Hey there, soldier boy. Long time no see.”
I watch as Vance's lips quirk into a small smile. “Good to see you too.”
His eyes meet mine and I can tell he’s irritated.