Page 8 of Redemption

“Sorry to say, this wasn’t your granddad’s doing. I added that in after I took over,” he confesses with a grin.

Pushing the door in, he ushers me into a large room. An oversized chair and ottoman are on one side, facing two large, flat screen TVs, while the other side is dominated by a king-sized bed.

There’s a small kitchenette along the wall we’ve just entered through, with another door just beyond it. Two area rugs, a couple of dressers, and framed photos give the space a cozy feel and I smile, guessing his sister handled that for him.

Hearing the door close behind me, I turn to face him when I’m struck by the sudden silence.

Looking at him in surprise, he gives me a wolfish grin and a shrug. “Tyrant and Roman got into a fight a couple of years ago and bounced down the stairs. Other than when I open a window, that’s the only thing I’ve ever heard from in here.”

“What if something major were to happen out there?” I ask him, wondering if this wouldn’t be a little dangerous for him.

He grabs a remote control, and one of the screens lights up with over a dozen different camera angles. With my attention momentarily focused there, I accidently suck on my popsicle a little too hard when I hear him groan and turn back to him.

Vector’s standing in the same spot, his cut on a hook behind him, his bloody shirt balled up in his hands, and his eyes trained on my lips with his thoughts plain as day across his face. That’s as much warning as I get before he tosses his shirt into a garbage can and crosses to me. Taking the remains of my popsicle, he throws that in the general direction of the small sink before he slams his lips down on mine.

My body reacts to his immediately, maybe it’s been too long or maybe it’s him, but my back arches like a bow, pushing my chest into his as I wrap my arms around his shoulders. Vector’s tongue strokes and mixes with mine and all I can think is thatI’ve never been kissed like this before. This is what every kiss should feel like, instead of all those sloppy attempts I’ve been subjected to in the past.

For once, I’m the one pushing to move things along faster, because if I’m this riled up from a kiss, I want to know what his other talents are.

When I start to slide my hands down his body, Vector reaches back, shifting us as he grips my wrists and places them against the wall behind me. His eyes speak volumes when he draws away from me, keeping me pinned as he fumbles through his walletand I quickly hear the sound of a condom wrapper being torn open.

With a nod from him, I reach for the top of my shorts and, somewhat proudly, push them down without having to open them.

His large hands immediately cup my ass and he thrusts inside me. I have no option but to grab his shoulders for support and hold on for the ride.

“Eyes on me,” he growls, and I snap them open to discover his green eyes have golden flecks in them.

I can’t help the smile on my face when it occurs to me to be thankful for the soundproofing. Between him trying to pound me through the wall and our collective groans, I have no doubt every man in the main room would know what we are doing.

It doesn’t take either of us long to finish, and the moment my body collapses against his, he shifts us to place my weight on the nearby counter.

“You alright?” Vector asks, gently kissing my swollen lips and I once again moan into his mouth. “None of that now.”

Raising an eyebrow at him, as almost a dare and he lets out a laugh. “We’re damn lucky Roman tossed that condom at me this morning, as it is.”

“You don’t have a pile of them around here?” I ask, more flippantly than in question, just as he’s pulling out of me.

“My brothers definitely do. I’m no saint, but I tend to go for quality over quantity, so it’s been a while,” he tells me, cleaning up at the small kitchenette as he indicates the closed door beyond him.

“For me, too,” I quietly reply as I walk past him to what I assume is the bathroom. I sigh once I’m in there and besides my knee,notice more marks on the inside of my thighs, where the top of his jeans and belt were mercilessly chaffing against my skin.

Damn. He could have slid his jeans down at least.

“I better get back to Pops,” I tell him when I rejoin him.

“You want to stay for a bit? I can give you a ride home whenever,” he offers, but I shake my head.

“Maybe another time,” I counter, not wanting to explain that as old as I am, I’d feel weird ditching Grandfather for a hook up.

Chapter 4

Sloane

Besides a few texts from Vector and my family, Sunday is absolutely peaceful.

Monday’s a different story. From the moment I walk into work, Kathy at the front desk gives me her patented look for when it’s best that everyone keep their heads down. Unfortunately, my cube is directly across from the conference room and Graziano is already in there with our clients from the county and two men I don’t recognize—but the cut of their suits make me think they’re the lawyers my boss was dreading.

I pick up the phone, hoping to schedule a last-minute ride along to the area we surveyed the other day, but the trucks have already pulled out on other assignments. Looking around, I pray for inspiration when I see Kathy coming around the corner. She’s looking over her shoulder, asking someone if they want coffee when I see another man in a suit, then Vector.

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