Chapter 26 #3
The world fell away, stripped of everything except the sensation of his cock pounding inside me and the sounds of his grunts mixed with my cries.
Like our kiss, this felt impossibly right, as though we were two lost puzzle pieces that had somehow found their way back together. Vincent filled me up so perfectly that I couldn’t remember a time when he hadn’t been there, and we weren’t connected.
My moans were loud and desperate, and I could feel myself getting closer with every thrust.
“I’m going to come,” I panted, my voice breaking. “Harder, please. Fuck me harder. I need to—I’m so close—”
Vincent’s grip tightened around my hips. His next thrust was so brutal it sent me pitching forward on the bed, and the pressure inside me wound just a little tighter, a little closer to snapping.
“Do it,” he growled. “Come for me. I want to feel that pretty little cunt drenching my cock.”
That was all it took to tip me over the edge.
I came with a scream, my pussy clenching around him as white-hot lightning streaked through me.
It was so bright and intense, the world fractured at the edges.
I was nothing more than a thousand pieces of sensation held together by one shuddering heartbeat—nerves alight, limbs trembling, mind wiped of everything except heat and pleasure and him.
Vincent grunted, his thrusts growing more erratic as he chased his own release. He came seconds after me, right as someone pounded furiously on the bedroom wall.
“Shut up!” My neighbor’s cranky voice bled through the thin wood. “I’m trying to sleep over here!”
I was still caught up in the tail end of my orgasm, but I couldn’t help my giggle. Vincent’s groan of pleasure also melted into a laugh as he pulled out of me and disposed of his condom.
“Congratulations.” I stretched and yawned. I always got so sleepy after sex. “You won the bet.”
“Upset you lost?”
“Oh, I think I’ll get over it.”
He laughed again, his eyes crinkling in a way that made my chest glow. Now that was a real smile, not the media-trained one he’d pasted on during the auction. “Good.”
He disappeared into the bathroom and returned with two small towels. He cleaned us up before sliding back into bed next to me. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders while I curled against his chest, basking in the remnants of my post-coital glow.
But now that the fun was technically over, it was time to have a long-overdue conversation.
“I told Scarlett about our kiss earlier, at the gala,” I admitted.
Vincent stilled, his tone turning wary. “How’d she take it?”
“She said, and I quote, ‘thank fucking God’ because apparently, our repressed sexual tension was driving her nuts.”
He relaxed as quickly as he’d tensed. “Classic Scarlett.” He chuckled. “I should’ve known that would be her reaction. Not that she has any right to be angry, considering she was sneaking around with my rival behind my back for months.”
“Now they’re dating, and you two are besties. All’s well that ends well.”
His glower made me giggle again. “Asher and I are not besties.”
“That’s open to interpretation.” I hesitated, then asked, “And us? What happens next?”
Vincent’s frown softened. “What happens next is simple. We’re together.
Exclusively. No more games, no more uncertainty.
” He brushed a stray strand of hair out of my face, his voice turning tender.
“In case you had any doubt, you’re mine, and I’m yours.
I don’t care who knows. In fact, I want the whole fucking world to know because I’m done hiding. ”
Emotion swelled in my throat, but I swallowed it before I committed the clichéd sin of crying after sex. “It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes, you know exactly what to say, DuBois.”
He laughed, his arm curling more possessively around my shoulder. “What can I say? It’s one of my many talents.”
“I see that.” I bit my lip. “My dad’s going to lose his shit.”
Telling him was what I looked forward to the least. Between my relationship with Vincent and the knowledge that my dad had pulled strings for me behind my back, our next conversation was going to be a doozy.
“Probably. He stopped me after the auction and asked why you bid on me. I seriously thought he was going to throw a hood over my head and drag me to some dungeon for interrogation.” Vincent grimaced. “But whatever happens, we’ll deal with it. Two against one. How bad could it be?”
“Don’t say that. Haven’t you ever watched a horror movie? Asking ‘how bad could it be?’ is basically tempting fate.” I glanced around, half-expecting my dad to pop out of the closet. Now that would be a real horror movie.
Vincent laughed again. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” He kissed me softly on the lips. “Lucky for us, we won’t have to tell him until the morning, at the earliest. I’m thinking I should have a last meal in case I die later.”
My pulse quickened at his suggestive tone. “What did you have in mind?”
Instead of telling me, he showed me. He’d been right earlier—he did have great stamina. Enough that for the next few hours, I forgot all about my dad, my neighbor, and everything else except for the man in my arms.