2. Isla #2
I chortle and use my hands to indicate my outfit. “Great, your standard is models, and here I am before you in yoga pants and a sweatshirt.”
His dimples appear again from his wide smile. I really do love dimples. “Oh, but your sweatshirt literally says ‘A Simple Woman’ with an icon of a donut, wine, and a hockey puck with sticks. That indicates that you’re exactly the woman I need.”
My face falls into my hand where my arm is propped on the bar, slightly embarrassed by my outfit choice, but I’m having a blast. “Least it’s not my ‘I like life in the penalty box’ sweatshirt.”
His eyes grow bold. “We can make that happen.”
I search the room and see only a few people here, mostly watching the television or checking their phones. “Shouldn’t we seek safety or something?”
“We’re fine. Almost everyone is staying on the second floor, so not too high because of wind, and we’re okay from flooding even if it rains a lot.”
“You thought through all aspects, huh?”
“Even included snacks, flashlights, and bottled water,” Vaughn deadpans.
I lean in to whisper, “What a thoughtful person. So…” My voice turns awkward, as I’m not sure what is next—well, I’m aware what is next, but I’m trying not to appear too eager.
He answers for me. “Take my hand and let’s head upstairs.” His tone is straightforward. He’s past trying to persuade me; he knows that he has me. “But you might want to bring your suitcase so we can be kind citizens and let others have your room.”
Good judgment is way beyond me. I think I was committed the moment I turned to find him next to me.
Which is why I easily take his offered hand.
Quickly, I grabbed my things and checked myself in the mirror before I went to Vaughn’s room which was only a few doors down.
I told the front desk they can have my room back very aware that I appeared in a rush and eager.
Arriving, Vaughn lets me in with a sly smile.
Behind him, I see he is watching the radar on the screen.
It’s raining outside, and I notice the trees blowing, but it’s tame so far compared to the storm fronts that pass through Illinois.
Vaughn turns the TV off and throws the remote onto the bed before he strides my way with an overpowering heat in his eyes. My chest is on fire from my heart rate that’s higher than normal because I love the pure purpose that seems to have possessed him.
We bypass small talk, and he grabs the hair at the back of my head to yank me forward, a power move that tells me he has a dominant side. When his lips slam down on mine, I’m already sinking into this moment.
He kisses hard yet tantalizing, his tongue swiping into my mouth, and it’s the right amount of tickle against the tip of my tongue.
A hum draws out from the back of my throat because I’m eager for his mouth to explore more.
The feeling of his hands framing my face to ensure I can’t escape is a sexy move that I enjoy.
We gently part to lock our eyes and check in with one another, only for him to growl and meld our lips together. The man devours me through a kiss, and inside, my body screams more, more, more.
But I refuse to just stand here, which is why my hands begin to roam his body, searching for the bottom of his t-shirt so I can encourage us to keep moving.
I tug then yank as we walk in a circle with our mouths never parting.
That is, until we must, to pull his shirt up and off.
I can’t help myself and lean slightly back so I can give him the once-over, and my pussy clenches from the view of his chiseled chest and stomach, and the tattoos on his shoulder and chest; a small black Celtic pattern.
My fingers trail the lines of definition on his skin, biting my lip in the process because he is magnificent.
“Isla, you clearly see something you like, and I refuse to be the only one undressing here. Let’s get this off of you.
” Vaughn begins to guide the fabric of my sweatshirt and tank top up, and when that’s off, his eyes laser in on my pink lace bra.
I’ve always been lucky with my cleavage, a perfect C cup.
Taking the liberty, I crawl onto the bed on all fours and glance over my shoulder as Vaughn watches, then I crook a finger to invite him to join me.
“Damn, which one of us is luckier tonight?” he says right before he grabs hold of my hips to flip my body onto my back, causing me to squeal in delight.
He hooks his fingers around the waistband of my yoga pants and tugs them down and off.
Vaughn’s gaze rakes over my body, and he nibbles his bottom lip as he gently shakes his head in approval, clearly satisfied with the view.
When my fingers begin to draw circles on my cleavage and I drag one hand down below my navel, his eyes grow big and his patience breaks.
He is over me in no time, with his hands pinning my wrists to the mattress.
“I bet you’re ready to go.” He’s sure of himself.
My head dips back into a pillow as I offer my neck to Vaughn, which he gladly trails his mouth with the occasional nip before heading lower to my breasts. His lips skim my skin and send vibrations down my body, causing a tight knot to form between my legs.
“This round you might not need to work so hard.” My breath is heavy. “But something tells me somewhere between round three and four, you’re going to have to use that tongue of yours and go incredibly slow.”
A deep chuckle leaves his lips. “Babe, that’s already going to happen this round. So spread those thighs of yours.”
Obeying, I soak in the feeling of his tongue circling a nipple through the lace, while his hand delves between us, and he slides his fingers into my panties, instantly hitting the aching spot that I desperately want relief from.
His hard cock rests against my inner thigh, and I just want to wrap my legs around him.
“Fucking hell, you’re drenched,” he notes with a rasp.
“I guess that happens when you’re around, and I know any moment you will demand I get on my knees to suck you off.”
Something about this man breaks open the doors inside me, making me let go of all inhibitions. The attraction between us feels like luck, because this simmering need to go wild is unbearable to most.
Vaughn curses under his breath. “You’re a mind reader, which is why you know a spanking is going to come to you next round when you’re lying over my lap with my hand tangled in your hair.” Then he’s slithering down my body, ready to prove a point.
He roughly pulls the lace to the side right before his tongue flicks against my clit, and his finger finds my entrance. My entire body writhes under him as I moan in response.
Vaughn isn’t going to treat me like a delicate flower, and I’m completely here for that. Heat sends a wave through my body, desperate for him to continue.
“You taste so fucking good. Now, let me make you come,” he urges before his tongue returns to my bundle of nerves that will unravel me. I don’t even question why we’re moving so fast; I guess our attraction is the type that combusts.
He adds another finger inside of me, and I swear I’m getting dizzy with overpowering lust.
I hum in approval, enjoying every second until I vibrate against his mouth, and he grips my hips down to keep me stable.
He even interlaces our fingers against the mattress to steady me, or rather, be possessive.
Either way, I’m not complaining. Give the man a reward for allowing me a few seconds to recover.
But we are a blazing flame, and he flips me over to my stomach and tilts my hips up.
The moment the tip of his cock explores my pussy to coat his length before he circles around my entrance, I’m desperate for a new orgasm.
When he fills me up with his cock I must appear as a woman wantoned by neediness.
His first thrust feels far too good, pleasure that I’m not quite sure I could have ever fathomed. We’re on a wild train due to our eagerness.
We’re fast, primal, and raw with one another.
It’s only when he curses to himself that I’m broken from my cloud of ecstasy.
His breath is already heavy. “Condom, Isla. We completely forgot. I’m safe but…”
I have a strong instinct of trust with him, and I’m not logical right now. “I’m on the pill. Safe. Now don’t stop.” I string words together in a sentence.
His crusade to thrust into me with abandon continues. “Isla, I’m going to fuck you so deep that you’ll discover new spots that make you want to scream and come all over my cock.”
Him inside of me with no condom. Bare and hard. It only ups the ante between us, and my moan is as loud as the wind outside.
Lying in bed, I catch the protein bar that Vaughn just threw at me. “Really?” I’m entertained.
He smirks to himself. “Gotta keep us strong for the night ahead… but really, I forgot I had one in my bag.”
It causes me to smile as the lights flicker because the storm is going to hit us in the next hour. The outer bands are already overhead.
Vaughn throws his phone onto the chair. “We will miss the eye but looks like we might get the right side of the storm.” He joins me back on the bed.
“I’m not worried.”
“See? That’s what the safety of my cock does. Calms you down.”
I breathe out a sound as the corners of my mouth hitch up. We’re both lying on our sides, resting from round three. I feel this is the moment to highlight the obvious.
“What happens tonight is what it is, okay?”
“Absolutely,” he agrees. “We’re making up for our missed opportunity during the wedding reception.”
“We can pretend nothing ever happened,” I add confidently. Deep down, I think that’s what I want too. Our lives barely overlap. “Even if you have a game against my brother.” Okay, I ignore that our paths will cross then.
Vaughn bobs his head side to side. “I don’t know. It would really throw your brother’s game off.” I give him a death stare, and his response is to touch my shoulder. “Relax. You’re right. I’ll even make it easier and be gone by the time you wake.”
Oh.
“That’s maybe for the best.” There’s disappointment somewhere within me, even though I initiated this conversation, but I choose to ignore it.
Vaughn grabs the protein bar from my fingers and throws it to the side before he pulls my body flush on top of him, causing me to lean onto him. It’s warm, and ooh, I’m going to enjoy myself tonight.
“What are the chances I can get you to ride me reverse cowgirl right now?” he mumbles into the top of my head, nuzzling my hair.
The thought of what his fingers could do to me while I ride him is too overwhelming. “Very high,” I tell him, and instantly the tip of his finger comes to play with my clit, creating that internal agony of needing a release again. He encourages me to get in position.
The rain pours outside, the wind picks up, and there is an unusual feeling in the air. I’m not sure if it’s the change of air pressure or the fact that tonight is one that I will remember, because I am truly happy by this very planned coincidence.
Which is why I’m grateful he keeps his word. Because when I wake, Vaugh Madden is gone, just like the hurricane that passed.