Chapter Twenty-Five

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Vaughn

T he light in her apartment, which I now think of as mine too, is low and gives off the impression of illicit things about to happen.

Which they are. There is something I want to do with her, and I think she wants to do it with me. We throw our stuff onto the couch, and I reach over, grasping her hair in my fingers. "Val, there's something I want to teach you. Can I?"

She nods, her eyes wide. "What is it?"

Running the finger of my free hand along her cheek, I put it in her mouth. Moaning when she sucks, I close my eyes. "I'd love to teach you how to suck my cock. Would you like that?"

Her cheeks hollow, before she lets go. "Yes, yes I would. Will you show me what to do?"

"Always, babe. We learn together. You know this. I want you to go at your own pace. Whatever you need to do."

Hesitantly, she puts her hands on my abdomen, before she makes a lap around me, touching softly as she goes. Her palms sculpt my t-shirt to my body. The cotton molds against my abs as she moves back around to the front, mapping the muscles that haven't been touched in ages. Once she gets to my shoulders, she moves them down my biceps and forearms, until our fingers entwine.

Her tits touch my chest, her belly slides against mine, and her head fits under my chin. I'm breathing roughly as she stands there. When she turns her face into me, I almost jump at the soft touch of her lips on my sternum, and then up my Adam's apple. A soft kiss drops on my chin, before she starts making her way back down, until she encounters the buckle of my belt, and the clasp of my jeans. Her fingers let mine go, and I immediately miss the connection we shared.

She drops to her knees in front of me, and I'm forced to close my eyes against the visual, because just that is enough to give me a tingling at the base of my back. The way she trusts me, the way she's willing to do things that might be uncomfortable for her. I love this woman more than I can ever explain.

"Shit." I let out a deep breath, turned on as fuck.

"What do you like?" Her words remind me who she is, as she gets the button undone before pushing the waistband of my jeans and my boxer-briefs down. The buckle clanks so loudly in the room, it's almost comical. I would laugh if my balls weren't trying to be sucked into my body after the first two seconds of her not even touching me yet.

Taking my hand, she leads me over to the couch.

When she takes her knees again, before pushing me down on the cushion, I watch as her throat pushes the saliva down. Her throat moves up and down with the motion. It's one of the hottest things I've ever seen, and I'm unsure as to why. Her small hand grasps my cock that's now so hard she can barely wrap her fingers around it. My eyes close as she starts and up and down motion, using her palm to caress the head. "Do you like that?"

The insecurity in her voice breaks my heart. Opening my eyes, I tilt my head forward to watch her, to take all of this in, and hope I never forget a moment of it. I grab hold of her neck, forcing her eyes to meet mine. "Fuck yes."

"Tell me what else you like," She smiles up at me, over the head of my length, before she opens her mouth and takes me down her throat, using her tongue to bathe me up and down like a fucking popsicle on a hot day.

"That," I gasp, holding on for dear life. "I like that."

Words are hard for me to form. It's like I'm getting head for the first time again. Probably because I'm with Val, and everything feels brand new with her. Knowing she's never taken another man's cock down her throat? This is fucking hot.

Reaching forward, I grasp her hair in my fingers again and pull her down fully on my length, grunting when I feel the back of her throat. When I see tears at the edges of her eyelashes, I want to beat my chest, tell everyone I did that.

Reaching down with my free hand, I cup one of her tits through the shirt she's wearing, using my thumb to worry the hard nub sticking out against the thin material. She moans against my length, almost making me lose it as I feel the vibrations.

With the hand I have wrapped in her long, red, locks, I use my palm to press her down on my length, holding her there while I press up with my hips. After a few times of a clumsy up and down we fall into a rhythm, me pushing and thrusting while she takes it. I worry this isn't what she wants, but when her eyes open and they meet mine while she's eating at my cock, I see the desire in those green depths. The way she's moaning lets me know she's enjoying it. And in the back of my mind, I tell the little kernel of doubt I have that she wouldn't be moaning, her nipples wouldn't be hard, and her mouth wouldn't be so slick if she wasn't enjoying it. This time when I push down, she takes me even deeper, if that's possible, and her hand comes up under my body to cup my balls. Her questing fingers is all it takes. I groan loudly, pulling back from her mouth, and come all over the front of the black t-shirt she wears.

Her mouth is wide, lips are red where they've been stretched around my length, her eyes are hooded, and her face is flushed with desire. "Did I do a good job?"

"Fuck yes, Val, never doubt that."

The next afternoon, we pull up to Boone's and she puts the truck in park. Glancing over at Val, I give her a smile. "You did a really good job."

She rolls her eyes. "I ran a stop sign."

"Not on purpose, and we didn't get hit."

"You okay with attending a family dinner? I know you have no idea what these things are, but if you walk in there with me, you're going to be mine. I promise."

"I'm already yours." She grabs my hand, before leaning over and kissing my cheek. All I can think of is how that mouth looked wrapped around my cock last night.

"Quit making out in the truck, and come on in." Boone yells from the front porch.

We separate, both of us laughing, and grab what we've brought, before heading inside. When we get to the kitchen, there's loud talking and laughing.

"Oh fuck you. I told you, I've had a serious relationship before." Weston rolls his eyes as he moves his hand in a yapping motion toward Nolan. "Just because you never saw it doesn't mean it didn't happen."

"Then when?" Nolan crosses his arms over his chest. "I'm just telling you, you don't know what it's like to deal with an ex-wife. Especially one who doesn't have your daughter's best interest at heart."

"The summer after high school."

Nolan coughs. "You went to South Carolina that summer. You can say whatever you want to about it. None of us were there to vouch for you."

"Ignore these two." Alexis yells over them, looking at Val. "I promise we don't spend the entire time arguing at family dinner."

"Don't worry," she holds my hand tightly. "I'm used to it. I came from a big family. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Yes, if you could start the pasta salad? There's a recipe sitting in front of the bowl, and could y'all get the fuck outta here? Go grill or something." She looks pointedly at the men.

Boone grins before walking over and dropping a kiss onto Alexis' forehead. "I'll get 'em out of your hair. Let's go y'all."

Three hours later, I know I've found my people. They've included me in everything so far, and I've never felt more at home than I do right now. We're sitting in the backyard, around a bonfire, using the cookies I baked earlier as the basis for s'mores. "Thank you for inviting me." I whisper to Vaughn. "I've never had anything like this before."

"I hadn't either. Not until Boone and Abel welcomed me into their home for family dinner."

"Would you shut the fuck up?" Weston glares at Nolan. "I don't know why the fuck you can't let this go."

"Because you keep bringing up Annabelle being my new nanny and how I'm going to be taking advantage of it. If you'd shut the fuck up, I'd shut the fuck up. I'm not ever going to be ready for a relationship again, at least not any time soon. If you'd had a relationship that broke your heart, you'd be the same."

Weston doesn't say a word, but the look on his face is enough to stop everyone from speaking. There's a long pause, and Weston shakes his head. "What would you say if I told you I'm married, but I haven't seen my wife since the day after our wedding?"

It gets so silent the only thing that can be heard is the crackling of the fire and the beating of everyone's hearts.