Chapter Seventeen Still Yours
Still Yours
Joseph
WE MANAGE TO MAKE IT TO the penthouse before we launch at each other.
Five days. Five fucking days without my girl.
“Never again,” I hiss as our mouths collide in a needful, hungry kiss.
She moans, latching on to my hair and the back of my neck, trying to consume me, keep me from pulling away.
No way am I stopping. Not now. Not ever.
I lift her off her feet, and she wraps her legs around my waist as I cup her bite-worthy ass. To the soundtrack of our moans and lustful kisses, I make my way to our bedroom and drop her on the bed. She giggles on a bounce as I free my cock and relieve her of her panties. “Thank god for skirts.”
She squirms as I gather the material over her hips and settle between her thighs. All thought of removing shoes or any other articles of clothing is lost in a single thrust, sheathing my rock-hard cock in her warmth. “Fuck.” My eyes lock on hers, telling me everything I need to know.
“Kiss me,” she pleads, lifting her legs, spreading, welcoming me to sink in deeper.
And I do. I anchor my forearms under her shoulders, and my hands are lost in her hair.
My lips brush hers tenderly as I grind my hips, burrowing as deeply as I possibly can.
She clutches me to her, pulling, as if she’s trying to absorb me into her body.
“Kiss me,” she repeats, but I know what she really means is fuck me.
“Sweetness,” I breathe before the caveman takes over, consuming her mouth as I drive my cock into her over and over again, setting a relentless pace.
Ravenous, my girl asks for more. “Harder. Faster.”
“Fuck.” She’s gonna unman me with her moans and need for me to claim her, to take her, to love her even in this heated mania.
My phone starts ring.
“Ignore it,” I command myself and her, kissing her harder.
Her phone starts to ring.
I growl and pound harder. “Stay with me…”
A door slams as shuffling feet and low murmurs come from the entryway. “Joe!”
“Christ. Fuck. We’re not done. Don’t move.” I pull out on a groan and stalk to our bedroom door. “Fifteen minutes. You better be dying!” I bellow and slam the door, locking it.
Samantha giggles from the bed, closes her legs and starts to pull down her skirt.
“No. No fucking way are those assholes stopping me from making love to you.” I climb back on the bed and still her hands.
“It’s okay. We can do this later.”
“Do this later?” I hover over her on all fours, my eyes searching hers, watching her trying to calm her breathing.
“No, Sweets. You came back to me, and not even the end of the world could stop me from being with you.” I settle between her thighs, rubbing my cock through her wet folds.
“Now, where were we?” I pull back and push into her deliciously slowly.
Her back arches. “Oh, god.”
I pull out and push in again slowly, ever so slowly. “Was this where I was?”
“Nearly,” she mews.
Out and in a little faster, a little deeper. “Here?”
“Almost,” she moans, her eyes begging for more.
Ah, fuck, my sexy girl. I thrust. Deeper. Harder. Pumping. In. Out. In. Out.
She moans, clutching me to her. Her whole body shaking, begging for release.
“How about now, baby? Is this where I was?”
“Yes! Oh, god, yes!”
My mouth consumes hers, plunging, teasing, sucking as my body rides her like the best damn seesaw I’ve ever been on. Back and forth. Our hips rocking together. Back and forth. Her knees come up. Her feet lock below my ass and squeeze with each thrust.
“Fuck. Just like that, my Sweets.”
Harder. Deeper.
Faster. Faster.
“Joseph.” She’s warning me, praising me, telling me she’s coming.
“Yes. Come for me, baby.”
And she does. Christ Almighty, she does. Gripping my cock with the most glorious pussy I’ll ever know, she shatters, calling my name, begging me not to stop—like I’d ever stop. She comes undone and takes me with her.
I groan my release with quick thrusts, bury my face in her neck, and nearly weep—so thankful to have her back in my arms, in my life—asking me to fuck her and never stop.
Never stop.
My girl.
Samantha
I’m panting, trying to recover with Joseph’s dead weight pressing me into the mattress, or maybe it’s me still clutching him to me—with my arms and legs—like he’d float away if I let go. A deep breath, a steady exhale, I slowly loosen my grip—not completely—but enough for him to lift his head.
His lips and warm breath kiss along my jaw, nip my chin, and down the other side. “You okay, Sweetness?”
“Yeah. You?”
The green eyes I love so much come into view.
A slow smile ticks across his lips. He thrusts his hips, reminding me we’re still joined.
“I couldn’t be any better.” His mouth moves lovingly over mine with slow brushes of his tongue pushing my lips apart, languidly kissing me until he starts to harden and twitch inside me.
He pulls back on a groan. “I guess I need to go see what the guys want.”
Dazed, I simply nod.
He smiles, then presses his mouth to mine softly. “Hurry, come join me.”
I whimper when he pulls away, sliding out of me.
Before I can close my legs, he dips his head and lays a gentle kiss above my clit, his tongue sweeping out and pressing ever so tenderly.
I gasp and nearly bow off the bed.
He does it again and again, holding my legs open, pinned to the bed. His fingers plunge inside slowly, caressing that tender spot that makes me want him even more.
I clutch the comforter, close my eyes, and pray he doesn’t stop.
He doesn’t.
Thank god.
Thirty minutes later, we walk into the living room.
Joseph sits on the couch and pulls me next to him with my legs flung over his, one arm behind my back, while the other rests over my legs.
Michael, Victor, Jace, Fin, and Matt are scattered around the room, talking, getting drinks from the bar, food from the kitchen, and completely oblivious to us joining them.
Fin quirks a smile when he spots us. “Nice of you to join us. Enjoy yourselves?”
Joseph squeezes my leg. “Fuck off.”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Fin teases, offering to get us drinks.
Once everyone has settled, all eyes focus on Michael, who looks to me and then Joseph. “So, you told her?”
My love’s hand kneads my leg as if to soothe his response. “No, not yet.”
Michael’s eyebrows arch as if to say why the fuck not?
I meet Joseph’s gaze, his eyes hopeful, if not a little sad. “Right before you came to me, we discovered that it was actually Matt in the pictures with Veronica and Lydia.”
Holy shit! I seek out Jace and then Matt to see how they’re handling this news. “Matt, you were in Vegas?”
He simply nods, obviously embarrassed.
“But how…your face?” I stumble, looking to Joseph.
“They were doctored,” Victor speaks up. “With Matt and Joseph looking so much alike, it’s easy to do.”
“Not you?” I whisper to Joseph’s blurry face.
He swipes at my tears. “Not me, baby.”
“Oh, god. I’m so sorry,” I bawl.
Joseph pulls me to his chest, my face buried in his neck. “Shh, Sweetness. None of that. You believed me before you had proof. There’s nothing to be sorry for. Anyone would have doubted with the evidence stacked against me.”
That only makes me cry harder.
“Asshole! I can’t believe you fucked her!” Jace’s voice breeches my meltdown.
Matt backs up, hands in the air, not wanting to fight Jace. “I didn’t sleep with her, brother. She wasn’t interested. I didn’t even know who she was. If I’d known Bonnie was actually your Veronica, I never would have done anything with her. I swear.”
Jace halts his advance. “You didn’t sleep with her?”
“I swear. The only thing that happened is what you saw in that picture. She didn’t even touch me. I thought she had some crazy kink and only wanted to watch, take pictures.” Matt lowers his hands and slowly moves toward Jace. “I swear, brother, I didn’t know it was Vee. Your Vee”
Vee? His Vee? “Jace?”
He glances at me. “Leave it, Sam.” He’s hurt, really hurt.
“I swear,” Matt reiterates.
Jace simply nods, grabs his glass full of what I assume is Fin’s favorite indulgence, and sits in the nearest chair, brows drawn, not open to further discussion.
We take a break and devour the Chinese food Fin ordered.
Jace joins in, alcohol having mellowed his anger.
Matt, a little self-conscious, is quiet but not closed off.
Michael and Victor keep exchanging glances like they have a secret, which they usually do.
Fin watches everyone, calculating who is gonna freak out next.
Me? I keep looking at Joseph, finding him looking at me with a beaming smile.
My heart soars but flutters a little each time I think about how I doubted him.
Reading me like he always does, he simply touches me, gives me a squeeze, or a kiss—each time telling me he forgives me—he loves me—and to stop beating myself up.
Once dinner is cleaned up, we reassemble in the living room. I reclaim my seat next to Joseph, who can’t keep his hands off me—not complaining.
This time it’s Victor who speaks. “After the revelation this morning, Matt agreed to call Lydia and ask that she and Bonnie meet him for an early lunch under the ruse that he had gifts for them as a thank you for their time in Vegas.”
None of us misses Jace’s scoff from across the room.
Victor gives him a sympathetic glance before continuing. He points to Matt. “Needless to say, Matt didn’t show. However, the ladies did.”
Joseph leans forward. “Tell me you have them.”
“We have them.”
“Holy shit,” Fin says.
“No. Fucking. Way,” Joseph punctuates before meeting my gaze. “We have them,” he whispers, pulling me closer.
“What does this mean?” I ask.
Michael moves to sit on the coffee table in front of me. “It means it’s over, Princess.”
I lean forward. “But we can’t hold them. It’s not legal.” I glance around the room. “Have they broken any laws?”