Chapter 22
Fin
Clark walked away, leaving me standing on the first floor, staring into space. It’s as if each interaction with that guy was weirder than the last. What was with the sweating and dilated pupils? Did Clark do drugs?
I couldn’t imagine Vee staying with him for two years if that was the case.
My thoughts went over our brief encounter as I rode the elevator up to the seventh floor. By the time I made it, I decided Clark was acting paranoid. That was what it was. He was looking around as if he didn’t want to be seen talking to me.
Is he that worried that something will happen to Vee?
Fuck, I put off telling her as long as I could. I needed to tell her. Even if it was a crazy, unsubstantiated story that was turning Preston Clark into an even-stranger character. As I opened the front door, a new concern came to mind.
The alarm was disabled.
My pulse kicked up a notch or two. Vee always set the alarm when she was home alone. Looking around, I saw that there was an open bottle of cabernet on the counter, and Vee’s leather satchel was hanging over one of the kitchen-island stools.
“Vee,” I called.
My heart thumped in my ears.
“Vee,” I called louder.
“I’m in here.”
The relief of hearing her voice was short-lived. Something didn’t feel right.
I headed toward the bedroom. Pushing the door open, I was met with a trail of clothing.
The sexy cowboy boots were first, followed by the amber skirt.
A white blouse led me toward the en suite bath.
Next was her bra and finally her panties.
I lifted those from the floor, bringing the sweet scent of the crotch to my nose.
As I pushed open the bathroom door, Vee looked up at me with glazed eyes as she tied the sash of her pink bathrobe.
Water swirled down the drain in the large bathtub.
“Hi,” she said.
Something in her expression drew me toward her like a magnet. The woman on today’s sidelines was gone, replaced with the more vulnerable, raw version, the version that I couldn’t resist.
I took a step closer. My brow creased with concern as the floral scent of the bath water filled the air. I reached for her waist and pulled her closer. “Hi. Is something wrong?”
Tears glistened in her gorgeous green orbs. “Just one hell of a day.”
Palming her cheek, Vee inclined her face to my touch.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked.
“Not really.”
Clarks’ warning evaporated as I concentrated on the beautiful woman before me.
Lowering my face, I covered Vee’s lips with mine. Fever burned through me as she melted against my chest. One hand moved to her neck as the other held tight to her ass. The sweet taste of wine and cranberries came to me as our tongues wrestled.
It was as if I needed to hold her tight, to know she was safe.
In this moment, Vee couldn’t get away from me if she tried. By the way the air filled with her moans, it didn’t seem as though escaping was her plan.
When we came up for air, I stared into the depth of her emotion-filled orbs. “Are you upset about Simpson?”
She blinked, her long lashes veiling the emerald green. “Simpson? No.” She shook her head. “I’m concerned. I haven’t received a final medical report, but Drew said six to twelve weeks. I think it will be longer. We’re sure he’ll be out for the season.”
“I met some of the team for a beer downstairs. Troy said Coach Pratt agrees. It’s a season-ending injury.”
Vee took a deep breath and stepped away. “I’m glad you met with some of the team. I shouldn’t monopolize all your free time.”
“You monopolizing my time is my choice. I choose you, Vee.” Shadows swirled in her green stare as I stepped back and scanned from her bare feet to her dark hair piled high on her head.
Her makeup was gone, reminding me not of the woman behind the Coopers dynasty, but the girl I met at a party I never wanted to attend.
Tilting my head, I asked, “How about we don’t think about the outside world for a while?”
Her nostrils flared as she nodded.
Although I longed to know what had upset her, I was more than willing to distract her for the time being.
A step closer and Vee lifted her chin. With my shoes on and Vee with bare feet, her forehead came up to my chest. Keeping my gaze focused on hers, I loosened the sash from around her waist. If I expected her to protest, I’d be wrong.
Her shimmering emerald stare remained on me.
As I dropped the sash, it dangled from its loops, and her robe gaped, revealing the sides of her pert breasts.
My Adam’s apple bobbed at the realization she was completely nude beneath the robe.
Without a word, I ran the pad of my finger over her exposed flesh. From the sensitive skin behind her ear, I trailed down her neck, her collarbone, and lower between her breasts. Vee’s lips gaped, her eyes closed, and her head wobbled back.
Gently, I pushed the lapels of her pink chenille robe until the soft material fell from her shoulders and puddled around her feet. Vee’s flesh was a radiant pink from her warm bath. I trailed my finger from her neck to her arms, an almost imperceptible touch that left goose bumps in its wake.
My focus went to Vee’s breasts. Desire filled my tone with a deep, husky edge.
“Your body is irresistible.” I focused on her breasts.
“I could concentrate on your alluring breasts for hours.” They felt heavy in my hands.
“I love how your nipples don’t only harden but how the color darkens when you’re aroused. ”
“Fin.” She drew out my name.
Without hesitation, I lifted Vee from the tile floor, placing her round ass on top of the vanity between the dual sinks. Tugging her forward, I brought her ass to the edge of the marble. Bright lights shone down as I spread her legs. My gaze met hers as I knelt in front of her. “Hold on.”
“Oh God,” she panted. Her fingers blanched as she gripped the edge of the marble top.
The sweet aroma of her essence replaced the earlier floral scents as I spread her legs even wider, baring her glistening pink pussy.
My kisses began on her inner thighs, one leg and then the next, each one higher and closer to my goal as Vee’s soft mews and moans reverberated throughout the bathroom.
My solid grip held Vee in place as my tongue delved between her folds, in and out as I swirled her clit. She yelped as my teeth gently nipped the nerve-filled nub. A peek upward and I saw that her head was lobbed back, her eyes closed, and her lips agape.
A power play wasn’t what I set out to do. Nevertheless, the more of her essence I tasted, the harder my cock grew. If this were a battle between my cock and tongue, my cock urged me to allow him to take over.