Page 52 of Entwined
I could barely think, my fingers digging into the sheets. He left me hanging for a moment, his cock hard in his hand as he watched me writhe, and then—finally—he turned the vibrator on again. This time, the intensity was stronger, the rhythm more erratic. I arched off the bed, a moan escaping my lips as my body tensed, spiraling closer and closer to release.
“Vaughn,” I gasped, my hand clutching the phone as I watched him stroke himself, his jaw tight, his eyes fixed on me.
“Come for me, Joey,” he growled, his voice thick with need. “Come for me, right now.”
And I did, my body exploding in pleasure, every nerve alight as I came hard, my fingers clenching around the sheets as I cried out his name.
The phone screen went black, leaving me in a haze, the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through me. Confusion settled in as I tried to catch my breath, but before I could process it, the door creaked open. My eyes snapped to it. Vaughn stood there, framed by the doorway, his white terry bathrobe hanging loosely off his broad shoulders, barely containing the evidence of his arousal.
I gasped, my pulse quickening all over again. He shut the door behind him with a quiet click, his gaze locked on me as he strode toward the bed. There was hunger in his eyes, a fire that had been simmering beneath the surface all day. Without a word, Vaughn tore the vibrator from me and tossed it onto the bed like it was nothing, his hands rough yet careful, impatient but precise.
He climbed onto the bed, his weight pressing into the mattress as he positioned himself over me. In one smooth motion, he slid inside, his entry effortless as I was already soaked from the teasing he’d put me through. My head fell back, a low moan slipping from my lips as he filled me completely.
We’d made a pact once we realized this was more than a one-time mistake. We both got tested—no barriers, no holding back. I’d gone back on my birth control shot, and with nothing standing between us, we were insatiable.
“Oh God,” I moaned, my fingers tangling in the sheets as he buried himself deep inside me, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge all over again. “Feels so good.”
Vaughn’s breath was hot against my neck as he kissed a path along my skin, his voice a low growl. “I needed this,” he confessed, his lips brushing against my collarbone.
So did I. All day, we had been dancing around each other, pretending like we weren’t sneaking glances, brushing fingers, stealing secret kisses when no one was looking. The tension between us had been unbearable, and now, here in the privacy of my room, it was finally being released.
He moved with purpose, his hips driving into mine with steady, deep thrusts, each one pulling a whimper from my throat. Mybody arched against him, desperate for more, for everything. I was addicted to him, to this. My hands found his back, nails dragging across his skin, leaving red marks in their wake.
Vaughn groaned, his mouth crashing down onto mine, his kiss bruising and full of raw desire. Our lips moved together, tongues tangling as his pace quickened, his breath ragged against my mouth. I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking him in tighter, wanting to feel every inch of him.
The familiar tightness coiled low in my belly, growing more intense with each thrust, and I knew I wasn’t going to last long. Vaughn’s hips ground against me, sending jolts of pleasure through my body, and I clenched around him, my moans becoming louder as I edged closer to release.
I hated to admit it, but our sex—what we had now—was better than anything I’d ever experienced with Colson. It was wild, unrestrained, raw. Vaughn brought out something in me that I hadn’t even known was there, something primal, something I couldn’t control.
“Vaughn,” I gasped, my nails digging deeper into his back as I felt myself slipping over the edge, the tension in my body finally snapping. “Oh God?—”
“Come,” he whispered harshly into my ear, his voice a command wrapped in need.
And I did. My body shuddered beneath him, waves of pleasure crashing over me as I came, the world fading away until all that was left was him.
Weeks later, we were sailing on the open ocean, the yacht Colson had left me cutting through the blue waves beneath the glaring sun. Vaughn and I were lounging on the outdoor bed, the sea breeze soft against our skin. He lifted his sunglasses, his eyes narrowing slightly as he glanced over at me.
“I have a proposition for you,” he said, his voice casual, but there was something serious behind it.
I turned my head to look at him, curious. “What?”
He sat up a little, his expression hardening. “Sign the mansion over to me.”
I blinked, the casual comfort of the moment evaporating as I sat up abruptly. “Why are you asking me that?”
Vaughn’s gaze remained steady, his tone measured. “Joey, my father had no right to give the mansion to you. It’s been in the Ashworth family for generations. It belongs to me.”
He reached out, pulling me back down beside him, his lips finding the sensitive skin on my neck, his kisses distracting but not enough to push the thought away.
“Is that how you plan to convince me? With kisses?” I smirked, though a knot of unease was forming in my chest. “What do I get in return?”
Vaughn’s lips brushed my ear, his breath warm against my skin. “When the time’s right and enough time has passed, I want to marry you. You’ll always be an Ashworth, and I want you to be my wife.”
I let out a long sigh, the weight of his words settling over me. “I never wanted to marry again, Vaughn. It was too hard losing Colson.”
He chuckled softly, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my arm. “You also said you’d never date again, and here we are. Face it, Joey, you love dick too much to be without it.”
I slid out from under him, shaking my head at his bluntness, though his words struck a chord I wasn’t ready to admit. I laid back, staring up at the bright sun through my dark glasses, the heat of the moment giving way to an uncomfortable swirl of thoughts. Would it really be such a big deal to turn the mansion over to its rightful heir? It would be mine again, eventually.
