“I’m starting to get that.”
She swallows, and I watch the movement of her throat, the anguish she carries. “I loved your brother. Deeply. With everything I had. I would have stayed with him forever.”
My smile is gone as I listen to her confess what I already knew. “It could still happen someday.”
Even if that thought scares me to death. I don’t want to watch them destroy each other. “He doesn’t think we’re a good fit, and he’s right. We would be an absolute disaster. But maybe I'm not meant to be happy.”
“That’s not true, Viv.”
Her eyes peel away from the wine bottle she was staring at like she was in a trance, and she looks at me. “I seem to only be attracted to men who will hurt me.”
“Sawyer has grown up a lot.”
“And still . . . your first inclination when you saw me upset was that he did something bad.”
I flinch. “I care about you. I don’t want to ever see you hurting.”
“Life is painful. Love is even more painful.” She places her hand over mine that’s resting on the table. “Your client, huh? Are you dating him? Or just sex?”
“I don’t know.” It’s the only answer I have. Hayden and I didn’t really discuss what we were after our night together.
“Well, you seem awfully happy.”
“I was a virgin.” I don’t know why the hell I just blurted that out, and she’s clearly surprised. I’ve never told anyone, not even Penelope.
“Ummm . . . Wow.”
“Yeah . . .” I feel like an idiot. I guess because she confessed something to me, I felt I also needed to.
“Was he good?”
Not why did you wait so long? Not you’re a freak. “Yes.” I smile and bite my bottom lip. “Really, really good.”
She laughs. “Sounds like you waited for the right one for the job.”
I smile. “I think I did, but we barely know each other. I guess I was tired of being so in control.”
“I think certain people bring that out in us.”
“Are you talking about my brother or Sawyer?” My eyebrow kicks up, and she laughs.
“Both of them. They both have taught me things about myself and helped me not to be so uptight all the time.” She shrugs her small shoulder. “I guess I owe Asher for that.”
“I hope you guys can be friends again someday.”
She stands from the table, swaying slightly but holding on to the table to steady herself. “I wouldn’t count on it, Lola.”
She takes a deep breath and starts to leave the kitchen.
“Never say never.” I say to her back.
She turns around, her face somber. “I don’t know how to be his friend after loving him. But he’ll always be Baz’s uncle, and that, I won’t mess with.”
I give her a nod, and she turns away, heading to her bedroom that is thankfully on this level.
I’m worried about her. And Asher.
But I’m still smiling as I make my way up to my bedroom, feeling lighter and freer than I have in a long time.
And I know it’s all because of one dangerously sexy man.
Lola’s black Louis Vuittons dig into the middle of my back as I devour her sweet pussy, making her scream. I can’t get enough of this woman. Her heels burrowing into my back muscles only intensify the pleasure.
We’re both completely naked except for her heels, and as she comes, screaming my name, her fingernails clawing my biceps, I suck harder on her clit as two of my fingers stretch her.
I didn't want her to leave yesterday, and when she showed up at my house today—to work—I ended up taking her up to my room, caveman-style over my shoulder and stripping her naked.
Her hands move to my hair as she tries to push me away, the pleasure too intense. I smile against her, lapping her once more before her legs drop to the side. I drag my mouth up to her belly button, swirling my tongue around it and up to her nipple, nipping it hard enough for her to hiss with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
My bare cock is sliding along her slickness, but I don’t enter her as my lips crash against hers. I can’t stop thinking about her.
I’ve never felt like this before, and it’s disturbing.
She nibbles on my bottom lip. Her voice is full of gravel and lust when she says, “Make me come again, and I'll give you a present.”
I kiss her lips and push my body up, away from her. Grabbing her hip, I flip her over and then pull her flush against me. My chest is against her back with her on her knees. My hand wraps around her throat, not applying a lot of pressure but holding her to me as my other hand snakes down between her breasts and over her flat stomach to cup her pussy. “I’m pretty sure you’ve already done that.”
She doesn’t pull out of my grasp, just leans back against me, totally relaxed, and it does insane things to me. “I’ll give you something else.”
I smile, my fingers easily sliding through her wet folds and dragging over her clit as I slide my other hand up her throat to her chin, tipping her head back into a slightly awkward kiss, but it doesn’t matter.
Somehow we’re connected as I release her chin, my mouth moving to her neck as I line my cock up at her entrance from behind, entering her with one sure thrust. We both groan as I pinch her clit and she clenches around me.
Once I'm inside her, my arm wraps around her waist, pulling her to me as we fuck with reckless abandon, my fingers on her clit, driving us both toward a crashing orgasm.
We aren’t even finished yet, and already, I want her again. This is fucking bizarre.
Her hands grip my wooden headboard as she leans forward, giving me better access to her tight pussy. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
Her back arches. I know she’s close from the way she tightly squeezes my cock and her voice goes into a higher octave. “I never knew this could feel so good.”
There’s that pride again.
It’s not long before she’s coming around my cock and I'm emptying inside of her, one hand in her hair and the other still strumming her clit. My teeth nip along her neck. I want her for myself. A sick feeling of wanting to keep her and never letting her go washes over me. I feel oddly possessive.
She leans back against my chest as my dick begins to soften inside her before I pull out and lay back on the bed, taking her body with mine. She rolls so her chest is against mine and looks into my eyes. “This is so strange.”
I know what she means. “I’ve never met anyone like you.”
She presses a kiss to my lips and then climbs off my body, my own shuddering at the loss of contact as I sit up and watch her walk in only those heels out of my room.
Where the fuck is she going?
She returns with a small, cardboard bakery box in her hands, a fork and a lighter. “Where did that come from?”
She shrugs. “I had it in my bag.”
She grabs my dress shirt from the floor, pulling it on over her shoulders. Although I hate seeing her covered, I don’t hate her in my shirt. She brings out my inner caveman, that’s for sure.
“What is it?”
She smiles and sits down on the bed. “I missed your birthday.”
She opens the box with a slice of what appears to be lemon cake inside with two candles, one a three and the other a zero. She lights them and then places the lighter on the table next to my bed. “You were with me on my birthday.”