Page 30 of The Deals We Make
I slide my hands to his shoulders. They’re firm and solid. Anchoring me in this moment.
Vex lifts me into his arms, and I let him.
I wrap my legs tightly around him while he kisses my neck and slides his hands to my ass.
He walks me back to the wall and holds me there easily.
I gasp at the contact, the breath slipping between our lips.
I should say something.
No or stop.
But I can’t because I know I don’t mean it.
And yet.
When his body presses against mine, his cock hits the sensitive spot right between my legs. Denim meets denim. The pressure is delicious.
I roll my hips against his as he nips my earlobe.
Rational thought dissipates into the ether, replaced with how good it would feel to lose myself in this moment. Forget the stress and sorrow for a few moments of meaningful.
His long, erect length feels so good between my legs.
And then he?—
“Calista?” My mom’s single word, followed by a coughing fit, filter into my brain. And I come to my senses.
I push hard on Vex’s chest, and he puts me down immediately. I glance up at the man who I once thought put thesun in the sky and try to formulate any kind of response to what just happened between the two of us.
I can feel the heat in my cheeks and the roaring whoosh of my pulse at my temple.
Vex adjusts his obviously erect cock in his jeans before taking a deep breath. He looks shell-shocked. I’m sure I look the same. I touch my fingertips to my lips, certain they are bruised.
“Calista,” he says.
My name tumbling from his mouth makes me feel even worse.
“I’m going to see my mom, and when I get back down, I want you to be gone.”
9
VEX
The hot water feels good as it sluices over my body in my bathroom at the clubhouse.
So does the palm wrapped tightly around my cock.
I stroke hard and fast, thinking about that kiss.
The way Calista’s tongue felt against mine, how soft her lips were, how she tasted of whiskey and something more. And then there was the way her cunt lined up against my cock in a way that made me want to strip her naked and fuck her over the sofa in Mrs. Moray’s living room.
How she dismissed me takes the edge off the sensation for a second, but I put the thought into a box to deal with later. Because right now, I want to play out in my mind just what would have happened if she’d let me unzip those jeans of hers so I could slide my thick fingers through her lips. So I could push them inside her, applying pressure to her clit, until she came apart.
Bet she doesn’t scream. Bet she barely tells you how she’s feeling, so that when you finally make her come, you feel like you slayed a dragon.
And I think about how good it would feel to strip that icy veneer from her skin. Make her melt for me. Bring back the adventurous and carefree girl I remember and explore the grown woman she is now.
