Page 45 of Lahaina Noon

The credits were rolling, and Bridget stretched, glancing over at the boys. Liam and Gabriel were passed out on the other couch. Both heads back, mouths open, snoring slightly. A bowl of popcorn, half-eaten, sat between them. It was so adorable she did the only thing a mom in her position could do. She grabbed her phone and took a couple of photos of them. She sent the best one to Jorrie with a little heart-eyes emoji. She knew Jorrie would get a kick out of it, and she did, responding with a crying, laughing face. She heard Vaughn laugh quietly behind her as he leaned over her shoulder.

“You bad girl,” he whispered, kissing her neck.

She turned to him, “Hey, I gotta get my blackmail material anywhere, and any way I can. He’s at the age now where me taking his picture is so embarrassing, he’s going to die,” she whispered back. She sighed, “I hate to wake him, but he really needs to sleep in a bed tonight.”

Vaughn waved a hand and shooed her away. “I got this.” He leaned over and tapped Liam lightly on the shoulder. He was instantly awake without a sound. Vaughn pointed at Gabe, then pointed at the back bedrooms in the guest wing. Liam nodded and stood. He stretched,then scooped Gabe up effortlessly and put him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Her jaw dropped. Her hands came up on their own, and she snapped another picture. This one showed Liam’s bulging muscles and tight butt as he walked down the hall. She sent that picture, too and this time, Jorrie was the one who supplied the heart eyes.

She started to clean up the mess when Vaughn scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder the same way Liam had with Gabe. She began to protest when he ran his hand up her calf to her thigh, then smacked her firmly on her butt. She was so caught off guard she forgot what she was about to say.

“So, Bridget, my love,” Vaughn said. “If I remember correctly, I believe some punishment is in order from earlier in my office. Let’s go work this out in the boardroom. I mean bedroom.”

She laughed all the way to the door.

When he got to the bed, he heaved her back over his shoulder and threw her down on the bed so hard she bounced.

She yelped, then fell back laughing again. She looked at Vaughn and saw him watching her with a tender expression on his face.

“I love the sound of your laugh,” he said. “I love watching your hair fall in your face, the way you bite your lip when you’re thinking hard. I love the quick little breaths you take when I kiss your neck. I just love you, Bridget. I love you so much,” he finished in a whisper.

She got up on her knees and began to remove his belt. “Show me,” she said with a sultry smile that instantly got him hard.

Vaughn took his time undressing her so he could watch the slow reveal of her soft skin. He reveled in the way it seemed to glow in thedim light. He found himself wanting to rip her clothes off and take her now, but he quieted those thoughts and kept his hands gentle. She was a thing of beauty, and though she seemed tough and fiery, he knew she was also fragile, and needed to be cherished. He leaned back, pulling his shirt over his head and hissed as her hands fumbled at the button on his pants.

She kept her gaze locked on his as she slowly and tortuously lowered the zipper.

He was dying. It was like all the air had been sucked out of the room. He could feel himself straining under the pressure of her hands on him.

She slid his pants down his legs, and he gasped as she quickly darted forward, biting him lightly on his hip. “Mm,” she said, “I was right; that hip was delicious.”

His eyes almost rolled back as she pressed light, fluttering kisses along the top of his boxers to his other hip, where she lightly sank her teeth into that one as well. “Bridget,” he whispered in a strained voice. “I had no idea you were so… bitey.”

She smiled up at him and slowly inched the last of his clothing down his body. She watched as he sprang free and braced himself.

He shuddered when she wrapped her warm hand around the length of him. Dying. Yes, he was dying, and there was no way he’d rather go.

She stroked him and watched as he quivered, spreading the small drops that were seeping out with the pad of her thumb. “You’re always so in control, Vaughn,” she said quietly, “Let me have a turn.” She leaned forward, and he moaned as her soft velvet lips close around him.

He bucked his hips and almost lost it there. The woman was trying to kill him, he decided.

She put one arm around him and squeezed his butt, humming in pleasure around him. She slid further down his length, and he let loose a strangled cry. She reached underneath and lightly scraped her fingernails over his balls.

He was pretty sure he heard angels singing. This beautiful creature before him was pure sin wrapped in velvet.

She began to glide back and forth on his shaft, sucking and flicking her tongue over the head.

Her fingers dug into his backside as she continued her happy little humming noise, and she moved faster and harder. “Bridget,” he gasped, “If you keep doing that, I’m not going to last!” Her shrug and a small laugh in her throat had him growing impossibly hard. He wasn’t going to make it. “Bri- Bridget!” he cried out, feeling that last tense moment before he knew he couldn’t stop. She flicked her tongue over the slit, and he lost it, jetting his pleasure down her throat. As he spasmed in her mouth, he found his hands in her hair, reveling in the silky texture as it brushed his thighs. His legs were shaking as she gave him one last long lick and settled back on her knees like a satisfied cat. He sank on the bed next to her, trying to remember how to breathe. He turned to her and said, “I like it when you take control. But now it’s my turn.”

Bridget gasped when he pushed her onto her back, yanking her arms up over her head. She hadn’t wanted anything from him in return; she’d only wanted to repay some of the pleasure he’d given her. To takesome control from his massive shoulders for a little while and let him just enjoy. The look in his eyes said there would be none of that.

“Vaughn,” she begged, “You don’t have to. I just wanted to give to you.”

Smoke filtered slowly from his nostrils, and he let the flames in his eyes roam her body. He looked in her eyes again, and she knew she was lost.

“Oh, but my love, this is you giving to me. Because there’s nothing I want more right now than to have a little bite of you.” He leaned in and kissed her fiercely, then smiled a wicked grin showing his fangs.

“That’s new,” she said, trembling bravely. When he lightly scraped his now razor-sharp teeth over her neck, she began to get a feel for what the mating ritual would be like. She trembled thinking about where else he might place those teeth.

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