Page 50 of Girl Violence

“Vince,” she begs, clinging to his T-shirt tighter, feeling her lower stomach clench.

“Don’t stop.” He pulls down her bra until her breasts spill over. His mouth is suddenly on her, tongue lapping around her nipple. Josette puts her hand over her mouth, muffling a cry as he licks and sucks. Then gives the same attention to the other.

Leaning back, pain breaks over his face. “You should see yourself right now. You’re so fucking sexy.”

Leaning up, he puts his mouth back on hers, kissing and melting her again. She doesn’t care about being here anymore or that anyone could come in. She’s lost in him. Lost in his arms wrapped tightly around her. How his lips feel against hers.

Pushing her fingers through his soft hair, she tugs. Her thighs shake, feeling herself coming.

“Vince.” He grabs her hips, grinding her harder against his crotch. Josette pushes her face into his neck and moans as she orgasms, using his clothing to muffle her cry as her core convulses.

“Good girl.” He kisses the side of her face as she chases the last of her climax, panting heavily against him.

“Holy shit,” she whispers, and he chuckles. “I came to shout at you for being secretive and annoying.”

He grins. “Well, you came. I think that counts.”

Standing with her still straddling him, he turns her, laying her down before getting on top of her. Josette’s chest heaves as she stares at him as he sits upright, running a hand through his hair and making it stick up. It only makes him look hotter, and her body aches for him again, wanting more of him. So much more.

“The things I want to do to you...” Heat burns behind his eyes as he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, his hands running down her thighs. Reaching up, he trails his finger down her stomach, and she stiffens from his touch as he moves down slowly, coming to the button on her shorts. He pulls until the clasp breaks free, his hand tucking beneath her panties.

“I just need to feel you.” Josette’s back arches as his fingers slide inside of her. He swallows her moans by kissing her, moving down to kiss her neck. He sucks on her skin. About to bruise—

There’s a loud bang, and Vince stops. Both of them go quiet until they hear the sound of Carson yelling, “Shit! Cops!”

Removing his hand, Vince sits up fast. Pulling down her top, he waits until she’s buttoned her shorts before he grabs her hand and pulls her toward the door.

Josette’s pulse leaps as Vince opens the door as quietly as possible. They walk past the cribs, getting to the other door. He cracks it open, poking his head outside with wariness. When it seems clear, they step out into the corridor. But at that exact moment, a police officer steps around the corner and sees them.

“Hey! Don’t move!”

Josette’s heart jumps to her throat as Vince pulls her in the opposite direction. They run down a corridor, letting go of each other to avoid the furniture. Ahead, the others are already running out of the door.

Josette trips, her foot catching on an uneven floorboard. Her body slams onto the floor, skinning her knees. “Ow!”

Josette’s arm is grabbed, and she’s hauled to stand by the officer who chased them. “Got one!” the cop yells to his partner.

“Get off me,” Josette shouts, trying to pull her arm free from the man’s bruising grip. Josette turns to Vince, surprised to see him still by the door. She mouths at him to go, but he doesn’t. Instead, he goes over to her and grabs her, pulling Josette free from the officer.

“Don’t touch her like that. You’re hurting her.”

“Vince—don’t.”

“This is private property you’re breaking and entering.”

“Sorry,” Josette says. “We were just messing around. We’ll go.”

“Don’t think so,” says another police officer, who appears with a backpack. Josette recognizes it as Carson’s. It’s filled with alcohol and—her eyes widen at the other plastic bag inside.

“Cocaine,” the officer says, glancing between them both. “You’re both coming down to the station.”

CHAPTERTWENTY

“Did you know?” Josette asks Vince, finally working up the courage to ask the burning question in her head. The suspicion in her voice is clear, and she swears that if Vince knew Carson was carting around drugs, she will choke him.

“Of course not,” Vince scoffs in reply, and she’s instantly relieved. “It’s nice to know what you really think of me. Like hell I knew he was carrying a bag of shit with him.” He shakes his head angrily. “Is it so hard to believe I’m just as surprised as you are?”

Josette slams her head back against the headrest. The two officers that caught them are in the front of the police car, chatting about football and ignoring her and Vince in the back.

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