Page 91 of Home Town Advantage
“Thank fuck,” he breathes.
He walks us into the house in a rush, closing the door behind him. My shirt is discarded before he takes his first full step inside, and he buries his face in my breasts.
I tap his arm. “Put me down. I need to see what I’m getting myself into. I’m not going into this experiment blind.”
He places me down, and I examine him again. I do love him in his trademark jeans, but Vance McCaffrey in gray sweatpants has my nipples hardening and a throb building between my legs. The massive boner only adds to the allure. I bite back my smile while I ask, “Why no jeans?”
“Are you for real?” He points at the tent in his pants. “I couldn’t fit this monster into jeans right now.”
I giggle. “I’m so excited to see the product of the infamous boner shake. Drop trou, Vile Vance.”
Without any hesitation, he removes his T-shirt and then his sweatpants and boxer briefs at once. I have to cover my mouth as I gasp in shock. “Oh my god! It’s enormous!” It’s always big, but it’s…it’s…angry. So fucking angry. It’s red and purple. The veins look like they’re moving under his skin; that’s how much blood is flowing through them. His tip is oozing. What in the fuck is in those shakes?
I point at it. “No freakin’ way. Keep that thing away from me.You’re going to finally split me in half this time. For real. I have to play tonight. I need to be able to both walk and run.”
He whimpers as he squeezes his cock. “Please. I’ll do anything. I need relief.”
He looks so pathetic.
“Fine, but I’m sucking you off the first time.”
A small smile forms on his lips. “Yeah…so…I’m not going to argue with that.”
I giggle as I drop to my knees and inhale a deep breath. I’m going to need all the oxygen I can get.
Two hours later, we’re panting as we lie naked on top of what’s left of my dining room table. Yep, we broke my brand-new table. He fucked me like a man possessed. Over and over and over again. On every surface of the house, with the finale coming on my dining room table. It came crashing down with us on top. We burst into laughter, but I’m just happy neither of us got hurt. Well, I might be hurt. I haven’t attempted to walk yet.
He reaches his hand over and rubs my bare stomach. Breathing heavily, he says, “I owe you a new dining room table. Totally worth every penny. Thanks for helping me. I think he’s finally down.”
Also breathing heavily, I respond, “He’s now come seven times in seven hours. He’s got to be exhausted.”
Vance lets out a laugh. “That boner shake is no joke. Why do people pay for erectile dysfunction meds? All they need is a Beau Fudd boner shake.”
I giggle. “Truth. Don’t drink it ever again. I don’t have the energy for it. What if I wasn’t home?” I jokingly ask.
His face turns serious. “Then I would have gone back to my house and jerked off again. I wouldn’t have gone to someone else, if that’s what you’re asking.”
I shake my head. “It wasn’t. Vance, we’re not together. You’re free to be with other women.” I run my fingers through my tangled hair. “I guess if you’re messing around with otherpeople, just let me know so we can use condoms. I don’t want to be at any risk.”
He turns and cups my face. “Someone else? Sulley, there is no one else. There never will be.” He licks his lips. “Don’t you know how I feel about you? Can’t you sense it with every kiss? Every touch? I lov?—”
“Don’t say it,” I interrupt while sitting up abruptly. “Don’t you dare say that to me, Vance McCaffrey. You know it’s not like that for us and never will be. We had a deal.”
The fact is, I’m falling for him too, but I don’t want to be. No matter how he acts with me, he’s still the man who betrayed my brother. And I know he’s hiding something from me. I feel it in my bones.
He sits up and takes my hand. “Why can’t it be like that for us? I know you have feelings for me too. You’re lying to yourself if you say you don’t feel what’s happening between us. It’s special. We’re special.”
My eyes fill with tears. “Because you lie to me. You hide things. Tell me right now. Tell me what went down with you and Maddie. I want all the details. Even the hard-to-hear ones.”
His jaw tightens. For a brief moment, his lips twitch like he’s going to say something real but then thinks better of it. He drops his head. “I’m sorry. I can’t.”
My anger rises. “Right. You won’t trust me with the truth, but you ask me to trust you with my heart? To love you? Love needs action. Trust needs proof. Sorry needs change.”
Tears spill over my eyes. I’ve been so good about not crying over Vance McCaffrey for months. I’ve tried to simply enjoy our casual encounters. It’s all come crashing to a halt.
I shake my head, feeling the anger rising to the surface. “How dare you throw heavy shit at me on my opening day.”
He sighs. “Again, I’m sorry.” He winces. “You know what? I’m not sorry. I love you, Sullivan Aisling. I’ve loved you for a long time but feared saying anything. I was afraid you’d react exactly how you’re reacting. I’m not going to be ashamed toadmit it. I’m leaving it all on the field.” He places his hand over his heart. “Love isn’t conditional. I unconditionally love you, flaws and all. Can’t you love me despite my flaws? Despite past mistakes I may have made?”
