Chapter Twenty-One

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Val

N ever in my life have I felt desire for another person like I feel for the man in front of me. I'm not able to put my finger on why. Maybe it's because he's such a good-looking guy who has a crooked grin? I don't know exactly what it is that makes me trust him, turns me on, or has me throwing all good sense out the window. The only other time I've done that, is deciding to move here. So far it's been a great decision, it stands to reason this should be one too.

We get out of bed, standing next to it, as we start taking off our clothes, while we stare at each other. He's lean, but strong, so damn strong. I think he's got an eight-pack, whereas most men think a six is the standard. There's something about this man that tells me standard is the jumping off point for him. He does everything better than anyone else. Proficient is probably his favorite word in the dictionary.

"Don't take it off." His voice is deep, sexy, dark, as I reach around to take off my bra.

"You wanna do it?" I raise an eyebrow at him. He's removed all his clothing, and I'm unsure what I'm supposed to do at this point.

His eyes meet mine across the short distance we're standing apart. His tongue licks the full bottom lip that's caught my eye since I saw him standing in the middle of the living area. I wonder what that bottom lip will feel like wrapped around my tight nipples.

"Yeah." He nods, starting to advance on me. "I do."

"Whatever you want." The words are breathless as they materialize in the air between us and I realize I mean them. I want pleasure, but the pleasure is going to come from pleasing him.

As he continues his advancement, I retreat, until I can't any longer. The wall prevents me from going any farther. "Trying to get away?"

"No," I answer honestly. "Just enjoying the chase."

His lips lift in the smart-ass grin I've come to love so much and I answer him back with one of my own. Grasping my wrists in one of his hands, he pushes them up over my head, causing my back to bow, my tits to thrust out toward him. With his free hand, he pulls down one side of the scalloped lace edge, popping one of my nipples free from its confines.

"I thought maybe dark, almost a brown color, when I first saw you," he mumbles as his eyes take in my flesh. "Not gonna lie. I'm surprised it's more pink than brown. Wonder if it gets red with some attention paid to it?"

When his head bends and he takes the nub he's been talking about between his teeth, my gasp is audible in the room. The sharp edges worry against the tight flesh, before he uses the flat of his tongue to soothe the burn. I can feel it all over my body. My core is attached to my nipple, pulling as tight as the flesh does every time he drags it into his mouth and sucks with abandon. When he releases it with a pop of his lips, I feel that too. It's a frustration I'm dying to get rid of.

"What do you want me to do to you?" he questions me, the same way I questioned him.

"Your fingers, I want you to replace what he tried to do." I'm able to form the words, push them out against the haze that's clouding my judgment.

He chuckles darkly against my throat, where he's moved his face up to, nipping at the tendons pulled tight with tension. "I'll give you excellent memories for anything you need."

"I bet you will." I flirt the best I can in this situation. "I've never been fucked by you, so we'll see." I'm proud of the way I sound so confident.

Those words seem to set off something inside of him. He pulls my arms from against the wall, and hauls me over to the bed. His fingers pull at my panties, and he leans over to the bedside table, grabbing a condom off of it. I watch as his hands shake as he puts it on.

"I'll make it as good for you as I can, but it's gonna hurt. I'm big."

Somehow, I have no doubt in my mind he's telling me the truth. I grip his shoulders as he layers his body over mine, hitching my knees up around his waist. The push home is difficult because I'm so tight, and he's so large.

"So tight, Val." He leans down, pushing his arms out around my ears, going to work on my neck. "Can't believe how tight you are."

I'm struggling to take his girth as he withdraws and pushes back in, but on the third trip, something feels different as he's able to push deeper. I moan loudly in my throat as he goes all the way in. Pulling my knees farther up, I tilt my pelvis to give a better angle and we both moan at the feel of it.

"Feels so fucking good," he breathes out against my neck. "Does it feel good for you?"

"Yeah." I nod, it feels amazing. "So full, so deep. You can go faster."

"You sure?"

I grab his ass in between my fingers and pull him home, grinding against him as I push him closer with my feet. "Yes, when you move faster it feels better."

The words snap a restraint he had on himself, and maybe one I had on me too. He's wild as he slams into my body, and I'm just as wild as I let him. My fingers are grasping for any amount of flesh I can touch as he levers himself up off my body, puts his feet on the floor, before tilting my ass and bringing his hands to my hips to start a rhythm I didn't even know existed. There's a slap, slap, slap between us that should be vulgar, but it's making me wetter, because I know we're doing something for each other that no one else has been able to do for us.

"I don't know if I can hold back."

I don't want him to hold back; I want to feel this orgasm from the top of his head to the base of his spine, out the heels of his feet. So I take one of the hands he has on my ass, and pull it around to where our bodies are joined. There's one thing I've learned with this man and it's how to pleasure myself.

"Fuck, Val." His voice is guttural, as he screams the name of the woman who should be here with him, but isn't. His speed increases so that every time he thrusts, he's hitting his hand, pushing against my nub. Once, twice, three times I feel it, and the third time the orgasm breaks loose. I come so hard I see stars. I come so hard I almost miss him throwing his head back on his shoulders, the tendons tight in his neck, and the lethal growl he lets loose as I feel him come into the piece of latex that separates us.

"Oh my God," he pants as he reaches down, holding the condom at the base, and pulls out from my body.

I gasp. The tissues are swollen and abused, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Vaughn

In the afterglow of what Val's given me, I'm holding her, stroking her arm. We're talking about the mundane, when I mention something that happened at work today. "I might be late tomorrow. There could be a storm system that comes through."

"What does that mean?" She turns so that her chin rests on my chest, those light eyes of hers looking up into mine.

"That there could, and it's a big could, because no one really knows, be some power line damage tomorrow. Since I didn't have to leave out with the crew to go up north, I'll be on call for this, if needed."

"Ohhhh." She sighs. "You'll let me know though?"

"I will, but it might be a while before I can. You'll get used to it though. It's the life of a lineman's girlfriend or wife." I say those words without realizing what they mean.

She freezes, and I'm worried. Maybe that's not what she wants. "Do you mean that?"

"Girlfriend? Yeah. If you want to be mine, I'd love to call you that. I'd love for me to call you, yours. I don't know the future, so I'm not sure I'll be calling you wife in a few years, but I know my future is with you right now."

Her eyes are full of tears, and I'm feeling pretty emotional myself.

"Shit Vaughn, when I met you everybody talked about how you weren't one to settle down."

I laugh at the curse that came out of her mouth. "Listen at you, learning those four-letter words huh?"

"I guess so, when you surprise me like this."

"I surprised myself, but it's what I'm feeling, and hopefully you agree."

She reaches over, cupping my chin in her palm. "I do. Thank you for being my safe space, Vaughn Collins."

"Always Valentina Brewster, always."