Chapter 15 Vincent
“What the fu…” The words die in my throat as my gaze settles on Kat.
They’re both out of breath, as if they ran down here, and while I’d intended to ask, I can’t seem to figure out how to do that when she’s standing here in what appears to be Des’s shirt, and only Des’s shirt from what I can make out.
I’m positive there’s no bra; does that mean she’s not wearing panties either?
Fuck, no; that’s a dangerous train of thought.
I shake the curiosity away, but it’s too late; my cock is hard as a rock in my jeans.
Reaching out, I snag my beer, tossing the rest of it back in just a few gulps.
I could really go for something much stronger right now, but that seems like it will be out of the question with the way Des is currently watching me. Not to mention the state of me.
“What?” I push every bit of my annoyance into the word and direct it at Des. I’m used to his games, and I’d be a fool if I didn’t see this for what it was.
A setup.
Despite directing it at Des, I see Kat’s face fall slightly, and I hate that I care.
“Not you, Beauty. It's Dumbass I’m annoyed with.” I let the venom seep into my words as I direct them at him, holding up a stack of papers I’d been sifting through when they barged into the room. “Some of us are trying to work.”
Kat’s lips pull down in a frown, and she tugs on Des’s hand. “Let’s go back to your room, Des. Vince is busy.” She attempts to pull him away, but he doesn’t budge. Des is nothing if not a stubborn jackass; I’d know, I had a pretty big part in his upbringing.
The way she said my name plays over and over in my head. The slight tinge of sadness tugs at heartstrings I would have sworn I cut out years ago. Judging by the look on Des’s face, he knows it too.
Fucker.
“Don’t worry, love, we won’t get in his way.
He can keep working over there, and we’ll work right here.
” He drops into the chair opposite me, and because everything in this house is big and extravagant and the best money can buy, they really won’t bother me.
The table is plenty big enough; even with meals, it’s never crowded, no matter if there’s one dish or fifty.
The problem is that being in the same room with Kat is always distracting.
Des pulls her toward him, and she lets out an adorable little yelp when he grips the back of her thigh and tosses it over his lap to leave her straddling him.
I sit frozen, my hand reaching for the beer that I’d unfortunately just finished, as I look and try to make sense of what I just saw because it couldn’t possibly be what I thought it was.
Right?
There’s no real other explanation, though, not with her yelp and the shit-eating grin on his smug ass face.
No, there’s only one explanation for this: Kat’s not wearing underwear, and Des has come here on a mission to show that off.
Their hushed whispers are like background static as I watch them, trying to figure out my next move. Even so, years of training allow me to subconsciously notice cues, like the color blooming on her cheeks and her furrowed brows.
If I had to guess with Kat, I’d say Des has embarrassed her.
A normal reaction given her unintentional flush of skin, but that’s it.
She doesn’t appear to be the least bit upset or put off that I saw, though.
I should leave.
My job is to keep them safe, which means handling Kat’s stupid-ass-ex-waste-of-space. With no real leads as to where he might have tucked tail and ran to, I need to get through his damn paperwork, no matter how much I detest this part of the job.
It’s necessary, but it’s not necessary to be done right here. If Des wants to play, I could just as easily take the wind out of his sails in the best way.
So why am I still sitting here?
“Trust me, Kitten.” Nothing about Des is trustworthy unless you’re family or Kat.
She takes a second, and I’m almost unsure she will agree, but when her shoulders sag and she gives him a nod, he’s ready for it.
The sound that leaves her mouth a moment later makes my cock go from semihard to granite in less than a second, and I can only imagine what he’s doing.
“Oh, don’t mind us,” Desmond says, catching my eye over Kat’s shoulder as he wraps his arm around her waist and lifts her before pressing her back down, slowly. This time, there’s no guessing needed as his eyelids become heavy, and they both make sounds of clear pleasure.
I struggle to keep my hands above the table as my cock aches. I’ve never masturbated as much in my life as I have since she moved into this damn house, not even as a horny teenager who was ready to stick my dick in anything that walked.
So what is it about her?
And why is he fucking her in front of me?
I’ve never shared with them, well, with the exception of Nathan back in the day, but that was a long time ago. We don’t have the same tastes in women, and while he’d been happy to find a wife, I’d wanted anything but one.
Des thrusts up into Kat, making her breath catch and her body jolt, and even though all I can see is her profile over her shoulder, it’s enough.
Fuck, it would be enough even if I were blindfolded, the sounds she makes… I’d thought it was bad when it was food or that night under the tree, but this—fuck, this could be classified as torture.
Her teeth dig into her plush lower lip, and I wish it were my own.
I can’t look away as her eyes screw shut, her head falling forward to rest on his shoulder.
I watch as Desmond grips her hips hard enough to bunch up the shirt she’s wearing and fight myself to stay in the chair, knowing her ass is deliciously bare just below the table.
He encourages her to roll her hips, and my eyes widen in surprise when she takes over the movement for herself, making him hiss.
I’m hardly holding it together, the need to speak, to demand she open her eyes and look at me, to tell her to let those no doubt beautiful sounds ring around the room for not just me but the rest of the house to hear… the need to fuck her myself.
I’m not sure what Desmond sees on my face, but I don’t much care anymore.
“Did you know that Kat listens beautifully, Vince?”
I can imagine, though I don’t have to. Des has every intention of showing me what he means, and I’ve given him my undivided attention to do it.
Tucking a finger under her chin, he gently lifts her head. “Open those beautiful green eyes for me, love.”
It looks like it takes a lot of concentration, but she manages, her eyes fluttering open until she stares up at him like he hung the fucking moon.
“Good girl,” Des says with a grunt as he thrusts up into her, making her gasp, her teeth finally releasing her abused lower lip so that it falls open in the most perfect little o that leaves my cock begging to fill it for her.
I watch his eyes narrow, and I’m sure he just had the same thought as he moves his hand back to cup the back of her head as he presses forward, sealing his lips to hers, making her eyes fall closed again as she melts into him, her hips still grinding down on his lap.
Until this very second, I’d never really much understood Alex’s love of watching; it seemed silly, like watching a routine at a club or a porno, fun but not as alluring as actually fucking someone.
This is different, though, because I honest to god might finish without ever touching her or seeing more than a brief flash of her ass, like a fucking virgin with his first taste of a woman, minus the taste.
Desmond pulls back, leaving Kat panting, the most adorable little whine falling from her lips at the loss of contact that leaves him smiling like a fool.
He presses a kiss to her cheek before moving down her throat.
Kat lets her head fall to the side, giving him full access to her in every way he wants.
So fucking trusting and responsive, no wonder they can’t get enough of her. She’s perfect.
“She also loves to be watched,” Des says, his eyes cutting up to meet mine even as he continues to bite and suck on her neck.
“Don’t you, beautiful?” he asks Kat with just a bit of steel in his voice.
“Yes,” Kat cries, giving a nod, and I can hear how close she is from the way her voice trembles around that one word.
Desmond pulls back enough to press his lips to her ear, but this time, whatever he says is just for her.
If I weren’t so distracted, I probably could have heard, but I’d been too focused on the sound of her labored breathing and the little moans that keep falling from her like pieces of candy I can’t wait to devour.
His hand falls back to her hip, lifting her up to slam her back down on his cock, and this time she doesn’t bite her lip.
Her mouth falls open as her head falls back nearly boneless as he fucks up into her, and her gaze catches mine.
The sound of their skin smacking together fills the room, and I swear I can see her orgasm as it builds, her eyes never leaving mine.
I’m a weak man; this beautiful little tornado who came in and destroyed everything for all of us has me in a fucking chokehold, and I’m not sure she wants me past this moment, but I’ll take what I can get.
I’m no Lawson, but I’m also no saint, and I only have so much fight in me.
I drop my hand into my lap and get the immense pleasure of being her sole focus as her eyes track the movement.
The table hides so much of her from me that I know she has no idea what I’m doing. Her brows pull down in a frown, but with the way Des is fucking her, she isn’t able to do or say anything more than that.
Without warning, Des pushes up from the chair. It clatters to the floor behind him, but it’s quickly forgotten as he lays Kat down onto the table as he continues to fuck into her.
I still can’t see much, but the milky white of her long legs wrap around his waist; that fucking shirt is covering her no doubt delicious pussy, but I hear how fucking wet she is, and I can’t help but imagine that’s for me, from me watching her.
My own release barrels toward me faster than ever before, and I might find it embarrassing in another situation. Still, right now, all I can think about is how this beautiful woman is about to come right before my eyes, and I want to come with her.
Des thrusts into her harder, faster, and I watch as she struggles to keep her eyes open until her orgasm hits her like a fucking truck. Her back arches off the table, breath catching as her hands reach for Des, her nails biting into his arms, and her eyes get heavy.
Fuck.
I grip myself through my slacks, and that is all it takes.
Des follows, pumping her full of cum before he collapses forward, bracing his hands on the table on either side of her head, peppering her with kisses anywhere and everywhere he can, making her smile a lazy, happy smile that is almost just as sexy as her face when she fell apart.
Nobody speaks. After a moment, Des huffs a sigh, wrapping his arms around Kat and pulling them both off the table to stand where the chair had been a few moments ago.
He tucks himself back into his pants and presses a kiss to her forehead before looking back up at me.
“I forgot I’m supposed to go and finalize all the travel plans with Dad, so I’m gonna go do that. You can get her back to bed, right?” He’s already moving away, a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Wait, what?” Kat looks from him to me and back to him with shock clear on her face, but that doesn’t stop Des, and the next second, he’s gone.
Motherfucker.
And here I thought his plan was to make me watch him fuck her; I should have known it was more than that.
We stand in silence, Kat’s gaze fixed on where Des disappeared a moment ago.
“Let’s get you back to bed, Little Beauty.” I hate how easily that nickname slips from my lips, but I can’t take it back now, and I love that, despite just watching Des fuck her, that name makes her cheeks darken.
“You don’t have to…” She looks up at me before quickly looking back down at her hands, twisting and fidgeting in front of her. “I know how to get to my room.”
Her voice is quiet, mumbled, and hard to make out. I know she’s embarrassed; she’s so easy to embarrass, but some part of my brain tells me it’s more than that.
Maybe she regrets what she just let happen.
Ignoring my own discomfort at my current situation, I move around the table, pressing a hand to her lower back to lead her from the room and back toward the stairs and her room.
She needs sleep, and I need to get the thought of her out of my mind. I have a job to do. I’m here to keep them safe, not try to intrude in their life… No matter how much I might actually want to.
And for once in my life, I do think that’s what I want, but we can’t always have what we want; men like me often can’t.
Life’s not fair.
I lead her into her room as if she doesn’t know the way, waiting by the door as she moves into the bathroom to clean herself up.
My mind takes the opportunity to replay every moment of what just happened.
Thankfully, it only takes a few minutes before she comes back out in tiny shorts and a tank top that hugs her like it was made for her and her alone.
“Sweet dreams, Kat.” I can’t stop myself as I lean in, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
She looks up at me like she wants to say something, but no words come out, and when I gesture to her bed, she moves to crawl in without a fight. I flip the covers up for her and leave, flicking the lights off and pulling the door closed. I stand in the hall for a moment, fighting for composure.
Kat’s not mine, never will be; she’s a Lawson, or will be, and if all I can ever do is protect her, I’ll make sure she’s safe even if it costs me every moment of sleep and every resource. I can’t let Carter or anyone else ever get their hands on her again.
I have work to do.