Page 15 of Redemption

Vector

I hate to be taking romantic advice from my baby sister, but I’d be lying to myself if I pretended the look that Sloane gave me didn’t get my pulse racing.

It’s been a long fucking time since I cared enough about any woman to go the extra mile to make them smile, but I’m coming to crave Sloane looking at me like the sun revolves around me.

Entering my apartment, it takes every ounce of control I have, not to toss Sloane on the bed. I simply turn and pin this delightful stick of dynamite against the door.

“Dammit, Andrew!” She even sounds sexy when she snarls out my given name.

Slamming my lips over hers—like she expected me to when we were standing outside my office, the woman starts giving me what-for, while I’m trying to fucking kiss her!

That fucking hair color is all the warning label any man needs, I think, right before I step on her toes. Not hard, just enough so she’ll stop talking. Her momentary gasp is what I need to slide my tongue into her mouth as I cradle the back of her head with my hand.

I know I haven’t heard the last of it, but when she winds her arms around me, rather than pushing me away, I hope that she knows that I just wanted her to myself right now. And maybe, we’ll get to the point where I’ll let her know why I’ll sometimes act like a caveman in front of the others.

Pride is a funny thing. Like an addiction, almost. After all the time I spent in hospitals and rehab institutes, I thought I’d get used to my injury. Instead, I just grew more determined never to let anyone see me falter.

Roman and Oak have known me the longest of any of my brothers; long enough to know when I’m struggling to stand, let alone walk. Carrying Sloane through the room like that was just as much about showing everyone that I’m strong enough, as it was announcing that I’m serious about this woman.

“Vector,” Sloane whispers my name, and when I register the worry in her eyes, I realize I had started to pull away from her.

“I need you,” I tell her.

What she doesn’t know is that’s the most honest thing I’ve said to a woman—excluding my sister—in a very long time.

“Considering what you just did, you’re going to have to prove that,” she replies, placing a light kiss on my lips.

“What did you have in mind?” I ask, watching her as she walks out of her heels and starts undoing her jeans as she crosses to my bed.

It’s the wicked grin she delivers when she sits down to yank them the rest of the way off, and scooches back on the bed that tells me what her price is.

“Yeah. No,” I say, folding my arms across my chest.

This woman simply doesn’t give a fuck, because she just lays back against the pillows with her legs parted and one of her eyebrows lifted.

“Dammit!” I growl after we’ve been locking eyes for what feels like a couple of minutes. “Take your shirt off. If I’m doing that, I want access to your tits.”

I look up at her from between her thighs and level with her, “I’m rusty, tell me when you like something.”

This time as her smile spreads across her face, it’s with appreciation instead of snark and she slides her fingers down to her pussy, parting the lips as she taps—what I assume, is her clit. Letting out a growl, I lean down and swipe my tongue around the spot she indicated and suck it between my teeth.

“Ohhh,” she sighs. “Yes, please.”

Wrapping my arms around her legs, I pull her tighter against my mouth and glance up to see her lightly trace her fingers up her abdomen to massage her nipples. My cock is harder than I ever remember it being, and I’m nearly humping my mattress as she rocks and purrs with each lick and nip I give her.

“I need your cock, Vector,” she pleads with me. Except I can tell how close she is to finding her release and I’m pretty fucking invested in giving it to her this way. “I want to feel you when I come.”

I continue to lick her little nub as I take a minute to figure out if I even have condoms in here, before I let out a sigh as she continues to tug at me to join her.

“I don’t suppose you’ve got a rubber?” I hate to ask her, but it’s a better alternative than leaving her to go find one. She lifts a finger in the direction of her jeans, and ignoring the puzzled expression on her face, I turn to retrieve it.

Suited up, I slide back between her legs, keeping one of them over my shoulder when I thrust into her.

“Fuck,” I ground out the word once I’ve buried my length inside her. “That’s so damn tight.”

Leaning down, I lick and suckle her nipples in turn, leisurely enjoying the feel of her cunt pulsing around my dick, wanting this to last but knowing I’m operating on borrowed time. Increasing our pace, I nearly chuckle at the dirty shit coming out of her mouth.

At least until the spasm in my leg takes me by surprise. Losing my balance, I fall directly on top of her, nearly over-extending the leg I still have resting on my shoulder.

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