Fatalism Page 9

  His hands moved from my hips to my breasts. I pushed my chest out, and his mouth wrapped around my nipple. I moved my hips causing the head of him to ease into me. I slowly moved sucking him tightly inside of me.

  “Jesus, you feel so fucking amazing,” he growled.

  I stared down at him with need and moaned. I pushed myself up so I was sitting on top of him. He was extremely deep inside of me at this angle that I had to stop my movements. I rested my hands on his chest and looked into his eyes. His hair was a mess, and a thin sheen of sweat already covered his skin. He started to move his hips, and I moved along with him.

  He stretched his arms above his head, completely naked below me, allowing me to take full control. He turned his head to the side, closing his eyes and clenching his jaw. I continued to move as I leaned down to kiss him. I was eager to have his tongue in my mouth again.

  When I leaned down, he wrapped his arms around me. We moved like this, in the same position, for a while. Both of us enjoyed the pleasure and the closeness of our bodies. I could tell from his noises that he was close to coming. I rocked harder, up and down, while caressing his tongue. He grunted violently, sending my body into a spiral. I found my release with him as he gripped my ass, digging his fingers into my skin. It felt like he was pinching me, but it didn’t hurt, it only intensified my orgasm as he continued to move me up and down his length.

  We slowed our movements, and I laid on top of him, resting my head on his chest. We stayed like that for a long time, not wanting to separate. He stroked my hair and ran his fingers over my body. I loved the peace and calmness I felt when I was with him. I thought of what sparked this escapade and asked him.

  “Have you slept with anyone else in your bed?”

  He kissed the top of my head. “No, beautiful, I haven’t. It’s only been you.”

  A smile extended across my face. I never knew how much a small detail could mean to me. I kissed his chest, and my stomach growled, telling me I needed to eat.

  I didn’t want to move, but I had to. I needed to pack so we could get to the store and get back to his place to cook. I slid off him and walked into the restroom, he laid there and watched me walk away naked. When I walked back into the room he was already dressed. He helped me pack, and I had everything I needed for the weekend, including my clothes for work on Monday. I needed to come back on Monday to work things out with Cara. I felt horrible that I had blown her off last night, when I was supposed to help her get ready for her date.

  We loaded the car and drove to the store to grab what we needed for dinner. Arriving at the store in the Bugatti was an experience to say the least. Everyone stared as we pulled in and parked. It continued when we walked into the store.

  “Do you ever get tired of people staring at you?” I asked.

  “Are people staring?”

  I laughed at him and wrapped my arm around his waist. We moved through the store, tossing everything we needed into the cart. Vincent moved with his usual confidence and authority. Even in a t-shirt and shorts, he still caught the attention of everyone around us. So it wasn’t just the car that made people stare, it was him.

  “Do you want dessert, beautiful?”

  He chuckled when I nodded my head.

  “Do you have any idea how cute you are?”

  I nodded my head again. He grabbed my face, turning it up to meet his. He kissed me softly and let our lips linger together. I grew impatient and wrapped my arms around him sliding my hand underneath the fabric of his t–shirt and stroked his back. I deepened the kiss, and he accepted my tongue.

  “Holy shit, Vincent. Is that you?”

  I pulled away to look at who was speaking. I was mortified to see a group of guys staring. They had a cart full of groceries, and were all in Denver Fire t-shirts and traditional blue cargo pants. Vincent kept me wrapped in his arm which I was thankful for.

  “Abel, how are you? Sorry I haven’t called.”

  They exchanged a brotherly hug.

  “Nah, man, it’s all good. Dad said you were back. I figured you were busy getting settled. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you guys.”

  He smiled politely at me, and it reminded me of how Vincent looked when he smiled. He was shorter, probably just six feet tall, his eyes were the same hazel, and they had the same dark colored hair, except Abel’s was shaved. They were strikingly similar, minus the tattoos that covered Abel’s arms.

  “No, its fine. We were just getting ready to check out. Abel, this is my girlfriend, Alexa. Lex, this is my brother, Abel.”

  I met his gaze, and he smiled at me, reaching out to shake my hand.

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Alexa.”

  I smiled back. “It’s nice to meet you as well. I’ve heard a lot of great things about you.”

  Abel introduced us to his fellow fire fighters. “This is Sam, Danny, and Troy. Guys this is my brother Vincent and his girl, Alexa.”

  They all nodded and said ‘hi,’ and we did the same. It gave me the creeps when Sam winked at me, but I just politely smiled.

  Vincent immediately pulled me closer against his side.

  “It was good seeing you, Abel, but we’ve got to get going.”

  Vincent hadn’t spoken much on the drive back to his house, so I just looked out of the top of the car at the now night sky. Vincent had my hand enveloped in his. I didn’t want to push the situation with Abel, but something had clearly happened there. I wondered what had set Vincent off. Sometimes he was hard to read, but I didn’t want to ruin the evening, so I wasn’t going to pry.

  We pulled into the driveway and Vincent backed the Bugatti to the garage with precision. He opened my door, helping me out, and then we grabbed all of the bags.

  Heading inside, he said, “Next time, you’re driving.”

  Uh, no way.

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea. What if I hurt the car?”

  We sat the bags on the island in the kitchen, and he grabbed my hips pulling my body against his.

  “I told you, cars can always be fixed. If it makes you happy to drive them, then drive them.”

  I leaned my body into his, and wrapped my arms around his waist. In the short time I had known him, he had treated me better than anyone had in my entire life.

  “Okay. Next time I’ll drive.”

  “Good girl,” he said, slapping me hard on my ass. I didn’t make a noise because all it did was turn me on. I kissed him softly, and he let our lips rest against each other’s. When he pulled back, I looked into his eyes and saw anxiety etched across his face as his eyebrows were creased.

  “I’m sorry for getting upset at the store. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did.”

  “No worries. Do you want to talk about what happened?”

  He took a deep breath and said, “Remember when I told you that my last relationship didn’t end well?” I nodded my head as he continued. “I was engaged. Her name was Angela. She had cheated on me once. It killed me, but I forgave her. Things between us were going well, at least, I thought they were. Then I caught her having sex with someone else in our bed. The worst part was, when I walked in on them, she didn’t see me, but the guy did. He winked at me while he kept fucking her. I stood there like an idiot in shock. So when that guy winked at you, it pissed me off. My instincts kicked in, and I wanted to protect you. I’m sorry for overacting today.”

  I hugged him tightly. “Vince, please don’t apologize for that. I’m not her. I would never hurt you. I’m glad you told me though, honesty is everything to me.”

  “Good. Then we’re on the same page?”

  I smiled and stood on my toes to kiss his cheek. “Yes. We’re on the same page.”

  He squeezed my backside and smiled down at me. I watched as the expression on his face changed to calmness.

  “Come on, let’s cook. You need to eat.”

  Cooking with Vincent was fun. He was extremely playful in the kitchen, and we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, but we man
aged to complete the meal.

  After we ate, I laid curled up in his arms out back by the pool. We watched the fire as it crackled in the fire pit. I thought back to our earlier conversation. I couldn’t imagine walking in on someone you loved, and were planning on spending the rest of your life with, to see them cheating on you. I shivered at the thought.

  “Are you cold?” he asked as he ran his large hands up and down my arms.

  “No. I’m perfect. I was thinking about a late night swim. Are you in?”

  In that moment, he stood and scooped me up in his arms. Walking us towards the pool, he didn’t hesitate as he headed down the steps.

  “We still have our clothes on,” I said, but it was too late, we were both fully submerged in the water. I laughed at him and shook my head.

  “I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait for you to get undressed. Plus, I wanted to see your body through your clothes, especially your nipples.”

  I was in black tight booty shorts and a white tank top. I wasn’t wearing a bra and of course no underwear. Vincent demanded that I wore this while we cooked dinner; he had packed it himself with the items we brought from my house.

  I followed his gaze, his eyes were locked on my dark swollen nipples visible through the wet white fabric.

  He pulled my tank top down below my breasts, causing them to swell above the water. His mouth moved and wrapped around one of my sensitive buds. He sucked on the skin and gently tugged on my nipple, and then he moved to the other. I reached for the hem of his shirt and managed to get it off. His hair was now dripping with water, and I took the opportunity to the weave my fingers into it.

  I tightly wrapped my legs around his waist, and he walked us over to the edge. We pressed our mouths together and eagerly kissed one another. A hungry moan escaped his throat, and his hands moved to my shorts. He tugged them down my legs. Once they were off, they floated to surface. Vincent worked his shorts down his legs.

  “I can’t wait to be inside of you,” he said between kisses.

  I yearned to have him fill me. My arms and legs were wrapped around him, and he nudged his erection against my sex but didn’t push himself inside of me.

  “Please. I need you.”

  He chuckled softly against my mouth and continued to enjoy slowly kissing me. He sucked and nibbled on my lips and took his time enjoying my mouth. I wiggled myself against him to find a release. I needed to be fulfilled by him, but he wasn’t budging. I stopped kissing him and bit his neck, sucking on his sensitive skin. That was the push he needed. Instantly, he sank deep inside of me. I enfolded myself tighter around him and began to move my hips. He cupped my ass and helped guide me up and down his cock. His rhythm picked up as he indulged himself inside of me.

  “Look at me,” he demanded.

  My eyes met his, and I was tangled in that moment with him. The zest from within him was deep in his eyes as he moved faster and faster inside of me.

  “Fuck. You feel so good. I love how tight your pussy is,” he said.

  Those words pushed me to the edge. I dug my finger nails into his back and whimpered into his skin. My body was all sensation, and I was hanging on by a thread, about to explode. He grunted as he poured himself deep inside me, causing me to shudder and convulse as I squeezed his cock, coming along with him.

  Fuck, he was amazing!

  I rested my forehead against his with my eyes intently locked on his. This man was truly a blessing. How had I gotten so lucky? If I had known that things between us could’ve been so good, I never would’ve fought him. He was honest, caring, and genuine. I couldn’t ask for anything more, and because of that there was no doubt as to why I wanted to give this, us, a chance.

  I lay with Vincent in bed, tucked tightly in his arms. He fell asleep long ago; his breathing was even and shallow. I was dreading the weekend ending. I didn’t want to go back to reality. I wanted to stay in this world forever.

  Monday would be here before we knew it, and I didn’t know what to say to him about work. I didn’t want to tell anyone there that we were dating, not yet anyways. It was too soon. I was nervous of his reaction but hoped he would understand. I had broken all of my rules for him, and I was only asking that he give us a little time at work before we told anyone. I had made sure throughout my career that I would never be pegged as a person who slept their way to the top, and I didn’t want that title now. Not only that, but we had a big case going to trial on Monday. I didn’t want to take anyone’s head out of the game. Vincent would be in court for most of the week, so that would make things easier. Then with time, and with our co-workers seeing how we acted around one another, we could slowly tell everyone we were together.

  I woke with a foggy head, unsure of where I was. I opened my eyes to the blue sky, I knew then I was in his bed. I rolled over to snuggle up to Vincent, but he was gone. I sat up and looked around the room, but there was no sign of him. Frustrated, I plopped back against the pillow and threw my arm over my face as work popped in my mind.

  Damn it.

  How was I going to bring it up to him? Before I could beat myself up any longer, I heard his footsteps pattering towards me.

  “Good morning, beautiful.” He strolled into the room carrying a tray in his arms, wearing only his basketball shorts. The tray held an array of breakfast items, Starbucks and a white rose.

  “Good morning yourself. What’s all this for?”

  Setting the tray down, he ran his knuckles down my face and brushed my lips with his thumb.

  “For being you, and for giving me the best night’s sleep I’ve had in years. I had to set my alarm to get up and get this ready today.”

  “Really? I didn’t even hear you leave.”

  He scooted next to me in bed. “I didn’t leave. I ordered it yesterday.”

  How in the world had he got Starbucks to deliver?

  No one had ever brought me breakfast in bed, much less had it delivered. I shook my head; this man was far beyond any and all of my expectations. I threw myself into his arms, and he caught me with ease as if I had only weighed ninety pounds. I faced him and looked into his eyes, but my stare didn’t hold long as my eyes traveled to his mouth. I kissed him with passion and gratitude as he kissed me back, rubbing my thighs with his hands.

  “The food’s going to get cold. We should eat,” he said.

  I rested my forehead against his and pouted. I didn’t want food; I wanted him. My body craved him. I turned around in his lap, not wanting to remove myself from my newfound comfort zone. Pulling the tray over to us, I handed him a fork, and we began to take turns feeding each other. Behind me, I felt his growing erection as I moaned and sucked on a strawberry, in hopes he would devour me.

  “Fuck breakfast,” he growled.

  We stood in the garage as Vincent had said it was my choice of what to drive today.

  “I think we should take the Mercedes.”

  He narrowed his eyes at me and placed his hands on his hips. “Fuck no. We’re not taking the Mercedes. Plus, you already have one.

  “Fine, the Corvette.”

  He kissed my head and tossed me the key. “Good choice. I haven’t had a chance to drive her yet, so you’ll have to tell me what you think?”

  I shook my head. “No way. I don’t want to be the first one. Why haven’t you driven it yet?”

  “I just got it back from Calloway. After I ordered the car, I sent it there for all of the mods. They just delivered it, and I haven’t had a chance to drive it because someone has had me a little preoccupied.”

  He opened the driver’s door of the white Corvette Calloway. “In you go.”

  Oh my God. I can’t believe I’m about to drive a Corvette.

  Vincent slid in next to me and was patient while walking me through how to start the car and adjust my seat and mirrors. I put the Corvette into gear, starting in second, without having to ask. I knew cars. I slowly eased this white beauty out of the garage, and Vincent pushed the pre-programmed button to close the garage.

/>   “So, where to, beautiful?”

  I raised my eyebrows at him and then lowered my sunglasses over my eyes. “It’s a surprise.” Then I threw his words that he had said to me back at him. “Hold on tight. I’m going to handle this car like I will handle you later.”

  He laughed at me like I was joking, and with that, I took off and pealed out of the driveway. This car handled like a dream. I knew just where to take him as we started to head into the mountains. I slowed down a little and enjoyed the scenery, not just next to me, but all around me. Vincent was absolutely breathtaking; today he was in a dark pair of jeans that hung off his hips in just the right way, and a tight grey t-shirt. He looked calm and at ease with his hair messy and Cavalli sunglasses on.

  He rested his hand on my leg and stroked my sensitive thigh. I was in jean shorts because I knew he’d like them, and I wanted to make him happy. He gave me the confidence to feel beautiful in my skin. I matched the shorts with a silver sequined tank top and black sandals.

  “Watching you drive this car has my dick so hard. I want to fuck you right now.”

  I gasped at his words. This man was sure to be the death of me. I looked over and saw his cock straining against his jeans, he wasn’t joking. I wanted to pull the car over right now and slowly unzip his pants to free his huge erection. “I think I know a place where we can fulfill your needs,” I said.

  I sped up the curvy mountain road until I reached our destination. I pulled off of the main street and drove towards a secret spot I had visited often to clear my mind. And for the second time in two days, we had car sex. Only this time, Vincent sat me on the hood and fucked me as he looked into my eyes. As always, it was mind blowing.

  We ate lunch on the river at one of my favorite spots where they specialized in wine and cheese and have the best desserts. We had explored the tiny shops, and then fed the ducks as we walked along the river. The best part of the day was how well we got along and could just talk. We had more in common than I realized. We both loved cars, basketball, and were suckers for accessory shopping. I found out that Vincent had an extensive watch collection, just like my purse and shoe collection.