12-REAGAN
Why was that the sweetest thing he could have said? All I wanted was a face to go with the appendage, and things started spiraling so fast. Instead of accepting the compliment, I rolled my eyes. “Is this part of the persona? A script you have to say?”
“No.” A breath slipped out before he reached for my chin, pulling me into another kiss. I leaned back towards him and into his chest. Our warm bodies reacting to the touch of the other.
As our lips parted, I asked another question. “So if we met under normal circumstances, do you think we would still want each other?”
Fang snorts. “If I got this on a Friday after meeting you at a bar, I’d never let you go.” He paused, caressing my arm carelessly. “What about you? Is this all just part of the thrill?”
The corner of my mouth pulled up. “I’m not sure. It’s been nice.” I’ve never felt this way, but I’ve never done anything like this either. I wasn’t about to tell him that. As my mom would say, ‘It’s a sign.’ God, why was I thinking about her now?
“Mm. Did you think I would look different?”
“I’m not sure what I expected. But I’m happily surprised. And I feel so dumb for saying how attractive you were when you took the mask off.”
“No, don’t. I liked it.” He grinned.
“If I asked you your real name, would you tell me?”
He paused for a moment, then dropped his hushed tone even lower, “Vincent.”
“Vincent?” I mimicked his tone.
“Mmhmm.”
“Now I know who to thank when you’re balls deep in me next time.”
“Reagan!” He exhales in a breath, shocked by my words, before burying his face in my hair for a moment. “You’re a naughty little wildflower.” There was my safeword again. It was getting hotter every time he said it. Fuck.
He pushes the rogue strands in his hair back. “Did you think about kissing me before I caught you?”
“No. I was expecting Smoke.”
“Do you wish he got to you first?”
“Uh, no. Hell no. This night is locked in my brain forever. I would say it’s a story for generations, but maybe not this story.”
“Oh, come on, our grandkids would love to hear how grandpa railed grandma in the woods.”
Our? He just insinuated we would become this—thing? His eyes widened a fraction, and his chest rose under my cheek, followed by a sigh—like he even realized the slip.
I lifted my head to find his eyes. “Our grandkids?” I echoed, half teasing, half terrified at what that meant.
“Don’t—” Vincent groaned, dragging a hand over his face. “Pretend I didn’t say that.”
“Nope,” I replied, settling my chin on his chest, only a shy grin trying to fight its way out. The confession made something inside me fold in half. I tried to hide it by tracing a lazy pattern over the center of his chest.
His breathing slowed, and he looked at the ceiling for a beat.
“Your turn,” I whispered. “Ask me something.”
He rolled toward me, propping his head on his hand. “Alright…” His thumb brushed the corner of my mouth. “When did the rush turn into curiosity about me? What made you want to know my name?”
A flush crawled up my neck, stopping at my ears. “When you said my safeword like it was a pet name.”
His breath caught, barely perceptible. “Yeah?” he asked. “That did it?”
“Yeah,” I whispered, embarrassed by how true it was. “Ask me another.”
“What would you want,” he murmured, “if tonight didn’t have to end?”
My chest tightened painfully. “I—I don’t know,” I lied, because I did know.
I wanted what I was looking for with Tate.
Part of me was worried that I would be desperate enough to accept the next man with empty promises and an unformed frontal lobe.
Vincent looked nice, but I still had a wall up.
A very thin paper wall. “What about you?”
He smirked faintly. “I’d want to see what you’re like in the morning. I think you’d be mean before coffee.”
I shoved him half-heartedly. “Shut up.”
He caught my wrist and tugged me closer. “Not a chance.”
“Can I ask one?” I murmured.
“Wildflower, you can ask me anything.”
I hesitated. “Were you expecting to like me?”
He laughed under his breath, almost disbelieving. “No,” he said. “Not at all.”
“So you admit you like me?”
Vincent leaned in, a moment away from touching my lips, “Maybe a little.” Letting the kiss seal the confession.
Silence circled us as the night moved on without us. I quickly fell asleep as Vincent’s new familiarity washed over me.
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My vision was black. No matter how hard I blinked. With the weight of Vincent behind me, he was clearly not asleep. His hands moved tenderly to my stirring, and his lips hit my neck. “Wildflower.” He breathed over my skin.
“Mm,” I responded, letting him know I was awake and consenting. He pressed into my backside hard as I squirmed against it. Letting me know his intentions for this middle-of-the-night wake-up call.
My body shifts, rolling towards him like magnets, and I find his cock before our lips have a chance of connecting first. I stroke him with one hand at a time, sometimes both.
Soft breath and wet kisses fill the room as Vincent plays with my nipples. I find the pressure under his thumb seductive as he rolls and tugs at them. Giving each one a turn while his other palm presses into the mattress, laying me flat.
I can feel his body heat drip onto me, and I can’t resist hiking my knees to his sides, ready for him. I had him in my hands and didn’t wait for approval. I pressed his head to my opening, and Vincent slid into me slowly. A slight burn from fucking me twice already made me think of the lube.
Within reach of the nightstand drawer, I blindly grabbed it. Carelessly, I squirt the exterior of my lips, pushing the fluid down and grabbing onto Vincent as he worked it inside me.
My clit was rubbed raw, so I made use of the vibrator. A quiet buzz seemed so loud in a dark cabin in the middle of the woods.
“Fuck, babe.” He hissed, ramming into me. Thumbs caressed both hips as I held the vibrator against myself. Running it down both sides, then back to the center.
His hands move to my breast, giving them a firm squeeze before slipping out of me. “Get on all fours.” He almost demands.
Accepting my fate, I do as I am told and flip over. Vibrator still powered on and under my grip. Vincent eases back into me, and before his rhythm picks up, he pulls my back to his chest as he’s kneeling behind me.
“Let me.” His hand finds the toy and takes over my clit. “Is that good?” He breathes on the shell of my ear.
“Yes.” I whimper.
“Perfect.” His free hand cups my neck. “Now, ride me.”
I find the headboard in front of me with one hand. My other hand on the back of Vincent’s, feeling him worship my body. I start rocking back and forth to find a steady motion, and with his help and raw nerves, I’m going to finish fast. I hoped faster than my thighs would wear out.
The soft buzz rattled with me bouncing off of him. My
Moans grow louder, and my core tightens. I begin to pant when I feel it coming. Vincent can tell, and I find my head hitting the pillow, throwing my ass in the air.
With the excess amount of lube that trickled back there, he pushed his thumb easily into my ass.
The words, “Oh, fuck!” Is drug from my throat.
Vincent thrust into me. Hard. Over and over again.
The vibration at the highest speed is still on my clit, and the slow twist of his thumb throws me into orgasm.
“Fuck! Fuck me!” As my orgasm tapers, I whine, “Fuck, Vincent.” He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down, even though I try to crawl away.
Hands power over my hips and Vincent uses me like his own personal pussy. My breasts shake because of each beat rippling through me. Over and over again. His pulse slows, and I can feel him twitch inside me before dropping out.
“Fuck.” He sighs, sitting for a moment. “Mmhmmhm.” He chuckles behind me. “God. You’re a dream come true.”
“You say that with such confidence.”
Vincent drops next to me. “Because it’s true. You’re beautiful. Your personality is good, from what I can tell. And you fuck me like you want me.”
“Maybe I do.”
He lets out a chuckle, and then a moment passes. “Get some sleep. I’m going to need a departing gift from you in the morning.”
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“Hey, Daisy!” I open my eyes to Vincent dressed, even back in his mask. “You need to get up. It’s almost nine, and we should have been at breakfast by now.”
Still groggy, I force my body out of bed, throwing the sheets off of me. I pause for a moment, feeling like I had a cannon rip through me. “Shit,” I whisper low enough he doesn’t hear.
As I move to the bathroom with a towel in hand, he calls out, “No time for a shower.”
Gross. I didn’t feel gross, but I knew I was dirty. Vincent grasps my arm, pulling me into him. I look into his eyes, and for a moment, it’s like I don’t know what he looks like. “Alright, as long as you don’t tell anyone.”
His mask moves in a way that I know he is smirking behind it, and he cradles my face between his palms. “Tell people how absolutely beautiful you are in the morning? I can’t promise something I know I will break.
” Thumbs caress my jawline, and his gaze burns into mine.
His grungy makeup had fallen into the creases between his brow.
His eyes popped against the intense contrast and flickered between mine, catching light at every movement. “Damnnit.”
Before I realized what was happening, Vincent released my chin to remove his mask again. Pulling it up and over, his wild bedhead sprang free. Keeping the mask in his grip, his fingers weaved into my hair, pressing my lips into his. Without noticing, my body lurched into his.
Drawing back from our embrace, he softly opened his eyes. “I just— I needed that before I leave.”
I took a moment to clear my throat and gather my thoughts.
I wanted to see Vincent again. I just didn’t know how that would be possible.
“Are you going to think about me when you leave?” Was all I could think to ask because maybe the feeling wasn’t mutual.
Maybe Vincent enjoyed the thrill of the one-night stand.
My finger gripped his arm in our last embrace centered in the middle of the cabin, before we had to face the day.
Face reality, like none of this existed.
“What would you say if I said I wanted more time with you?” The light twitch in his lip told me everything Vincent was saying was true.
“Here.” I pushed back and rounded to the nightstand. I thought I saw a pen there last night. It had to have been mistakenly left by staff because I’m sure it was the most dangerous weapon that could ruin it all.
I bit the cap off and grabbed Vincent’s arm.
I strategically weaved my phone number through his tattoo sleeve, acting as a few filler pieces themselves.
“It’s in order, top to bottom.” If Vincent really wanted to continue this, he would have to take the lead.
I wasn’t about to become some groupie, mega-fan, or friend with benefits.
“God, you’re smart, wildflower.”
I dragged Vincent’s lips back to mine just for a moment before stepping away and getting dressed.
He slid his balaclava back over his face and waited with his shoulder up against the front door.
Not sure why I was nervous now with him seeing me naked since I was undressed practically moments into our night together.
It didn’t bother me that his eyes were on me. I just thought of every blemish, bump, and hair that could possibly sneak onto my skin and out of my sight. I worked hard for my body, but mentally, I was still self-conscious of when I was thirty pounds heavier.
I pushed the thoughts out. Vincent’s eyes through his peephole were not screaming disgust. They were giving admiration. After buttoning up my jean shorts, I met him at the door in the shoes I arrived in. I didn’t think I would be so grateful for sneakers.
I met him at the door and gave him one last look of knowing our secret. Something I would leave here and not tell anyone, even Miles or my mother, because I promised him I would not tell a soul. “Okay, I’m ready.”
“Let’s go get you breakfast.” The door clattered behind us as we stepped onto the deck.
The energy of the day was different, lighter.
I could smell the bacon and pancakes as we slowly approached.
I had nothing to say to Vincent as everything was more personal and we had left that part of us in the cabin.
This was the beginning of a bittersweet goodbye.