Page 49 of Entwined
"You’re still so wet," he said, his voice thick with satisfaction as his fingers stroked the slickness between my legs.
My breath hitched, my head falling back against his shoulder. "Don’t stop," I whispered, my voice shaking with need.
But he did, just long enough to open his slacks. I blinked, dazed, as he fished out a condom from his wallet, his erection straining against his boxers. His movements were quick, practiced, and before I could process the shift, he was lifting me, positioning me over him.
My hands gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into the fabric of his coat as he lowered me onto him. I bit down on my lip, a soft moan escaping as he stretched me, filling me in a way that made my head spin.
He curled his hands around my hips, guiding me slowly at first, his eyes locked on mine. The intimacy of the moment felt overwhelming, but I couldn’t tear myself away from him. Every part of me was attuned to his touch, the heat of his body pressed against mine, the rhythm of our movements in sync.
The limo stopped at a light, and I glanced out the window, my pulse quickening at the sight of pedestrians walking past, oblivious to what was happening mere feet away. The thrill of it—the risk, the secrecy—made the moment even hotter.
Vaughn’s grip on me tightened as he thrust up into me, his eyes darkening with lust. "They have no idea, do they?" he whispered, his voice rough.
I shook my head, my breath catching as he drove deeper into me. "No idea," I echoed, my voice barely audible.
His hands moved to the small of my back, pulling me closer as he buried himself inside me with a groan. The car rocked slightly as we moved, the leather seats creaking beneath us. I could barely hold on, my fingers clutching at his hair, his shirt, anything to anchor myself to him.
The city lights blurred outside the window as Vaughn quickened his pace, his breath hot against my neck. I clenched around him, my body tightening as the pressure built, the intensity of the moment pushing me closer to the edge.
"I’m close," I breathed, my voice trembling.
"Let go," Vaughn growled, his lips brushing against my ear as his thrusts became harder, more insistent. "I want to feel you."
That was all it took. My body tensed, and then I was falling apart around him, a soft cry escaping my lips as the pleasure washed over me in waves. Vaughn wasn’t far behind, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he shuddered against me, his release sending warmth flooding through me.
For a moment, we stayed like that, tangled together in the back of the limo, our breaths mingling in the quiet. Vaughn’s hand slid up my back, his touch gentle now, soothing, as I slowly came down from the high.
I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to face the world outside the privacy of the limo, where reality would inevitably come crashing in. But as Vaughn pressed a soft kiss to my temple, I knew this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
And the truth was, I didn’t want it to be.
I woke with a start, my heart pounding in the darkness. For a second, I couldn’t remember where I was or why everything felt so…wrong. And then it hit me. Vaughn.
I blinked, turning my head slowly, careful not to move too much as if that would make it all disappear. But there he was—Vaughn, lying next to me, his chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths, completely at peace.
What the hell did I do?
I swallowed hard, my mouth dry. The sheets tangled around my legs felt foreign, the weight of the night before pressing down on me like a heavy cloak. I tried to steady my breathing, but the truth kept crashing over me. I had slept with Vaughn. Vaughn. Colson’s son. The one person I shouldn’t have touched with a ten-foot pole.
My gaze drifted over his body, the way his chest moved with each breath, his muscles relaxed under the light filtering through the curtains. There was no denying how attractive he was—lean and fit like his father, but with a rougher edge, less polished. Colson always carried himself like a king, every step calculated, every look designed to command. Vaughn was different. He had the same presence, but it was wild, untamed, like he didn’t care who noticed.
And yet… they were the same in so many ways. The way Vaughn had taken control last night, the way he moved, his confidence—it was like Colson’s ghost had been there, reminding me of what I’d lost, of the twisted power Colson had over me. But Vaughn,he wasn’t bound by rules or expectations. He wanted me, and he took me.
I closed my eyes, fighting the wave of guilt that rose in my throat. This was wrong. I shouldn’t have let it happen. I’d already crossed lines with Colson I could never uncross, and now Vaughn? What the hell was wrong with me?
Vaughn stirred beside me, his hand reaching out unconsciously to brush against my hip. My breath hitched, and I froze, watching him. His face, so peaceful in sleep, made it easy to forget the dangerous game we were playing. I bit my lip, unsure whether I wanted him to wake or stay lost in whatever dreamland he was in.
I needed to move, to get out of here before he opened his eyes and this all became too real. But I couldn’t. I was rooted to the spot, staring at him, taking in every detail of his face—the strong jaw, the slight stubble, the way his dark lashes fanned against his cheeks.
I reached out, my fingers hesitating just above his skin. What was I doing? What was this? I let my hand fall back to my side, a soft sigh escaping me before I could stop it.
Vaughn stirred again, this time his eyes fluttering open as the blue light of dawn arrived. I met his gaze, my stomach twisting into knots as he blinked the sleep away, slowly focusing on me. His lips curved into a lazy smile, and for a moment, I hated him for how easy it all seemed for him.
"Morning," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.
I swallowed, unsure how to respond. "Morning."
He shifted onto his side, propping his head up on his hand as his gaze roamed over me, his smile deepening. "You look… conflicted," he said, amusement dancing in his eyes.
