Untitled Book 2

by Chantal Fernando

  “Hell yeah I am,” she replies, laughing. “It’s revenge for the pizza story she told everyone last time.”

  “Well it’s not anyone who would follow a random Italian backpacker back to her car and eat pizza out of her trunk when you didn’t know how long it had been sitting there.” I pause. “Or who the girl even was.”

  “Ah, come on, live a little, Vinnie,” she says. “She was Italian. She knew great pizza. So is Talon’s cousin hot? Are there any added benefits to the job, if you know what I mean?”

  I pause, not wanting to tell her the truth, because then everyone would be on my case and assume I was being swayed by a pretty face.

  “You’re quiet, so I’m assuming she’s not very attractive and you don’t want to be mean, or she’s a total fucking babe and you don’t want us to give you shit over it when you get home.”

  “Anna,” I warn, giving it away.

  “Oh my god, she’s a hottie,” she whispers. “And you’re stuck in a house with her with nothing else to do. Have you slept with her yet?”

  “Anna, not a word,” I growl, now pacing up and down. “And no, I haven’t. And I won’t be. So you can relax. And I didn’t tell everyone your pizza story, so you can keep this to yourself.”

  “Of course,” she says, sobering. “But that excludes Arrow. You know that, right? It’s old-lady law.”

  I scrub my hand down my face in frustration. “There’s nothing to tell, Anna.”

  “Talon—”

  “Has made it clear I’m not to touch her in that way.”

  She’s quiet for a few moments. “Do you like her?”

  “Anna, I barely know her.” Which is the truth, but the answer to her question would be yes. She’s beautiful and has a fire in her that I love to play with. “I gotta go, all right? Talk soon. Take care of Arrow for me.”

  “Always,” she replies.

  We both hang up. I rub the back of my neck, knowing I have only one option to save Shay, but it’s the one I’m most reluctant to take.

  She’s already getting under my skin—I can feel it.

  * * *

  When I hear her scream, I race inside and up the stairs, my heart pounding. How did someone get in without making any noise? I made sure everything was locked and bolted—the only way someone could have made it in would be to smash the thick glass. I hear the sheer terror in her voice and know I’m going to kill whoever I find in that room with her. I slam her door back against the wall. Scanning the empty room, I hear a banging coming from the bathroom. I’m there in a second, freezing in shock when I see the scene before me.

  There’s no one in the room except Shay.

  A very naked Shay.

  Every inch of her flawless skin all on display.

  My gaze lowers. Fuck. She’s shaved bare, and is beautiful everywhere.

  My mouth waters.

  “What the fuck, Vinnie? Don’t just stand there perving on me— Kill it!” she yells. It’s only then I notice she’s standing on the bathroom counter, pointing at a giant spider in the corner of the room.

  “Seriously?” I rumble, my shock turning into a mixture of anger and lust. “You screamed like someone is murdering you over that little thing?”

  “You consider a spider the size of your hand a little thing? Can you please kill it, Vinnie?” she asks, covering her breasts with her hands. A little late, since I’ve already seen everything, but it brings me back to reality. I grab a towel off the rack and hand it to her, then scoop the spider up in my hand, making her whimper.

  “I said kill it, not pat it like a puppy!”

  “I’m not fuckin’ killing it,” I growl, even though if it were a human hurting her, I would have put him in the ground. An innocent spider though, I’m just going to release it outside. I leave her room and do just that, freeing it out the back, then return upstairs. This time, being the gentleman that I am, I knock on her door first. She opens it, the towel firmly wrapped around her delectable body.

  “I thought someone broke in and was fuckin’ hurting you,” I growl, letting my expression tell her just how unhappy I am.

  She surprises me by not arguing or giving me attitude—but apologizing. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you think something was wrong. But it ran on my foot! On my foot, Vinnie! And I freaked out.” She shivers like she’s remembering it happening. “I hate spiders. And cockroaches. And moths.”

  “Moths?” I ask, my eyebrows rising. “The fuck?”

  “They’re filthy,” she says, shuddering. “They attack you in the night like ninjas and jump on your face and shit. And they’re all powdery, how disgusting is that?”

  Ninja moths?

  I look at her, sigh while shaking my head, and then head to my room.

  Looks like I’ll be protecting her from bugs and the Mafia.

  Lucky for her she’s cute.

  ELEVEN

  Shayla

  I FINISH up with dinner, then put on the TV. Vinnie is outside punching his boxing bag and has been doing so for the last hour. He always likes to keep active; he hardly ever just relaxes and does nothing. I guess that explains his fit body though. By the time he comes in, I’ve already started eating without him.

  “You should have told me dinner was ready,” he says, scowling at my half-finished bowl of spaghetti.

  “I didn’t want to disturb you,” I say, licking sauce from my lips. “I put yours in the microwave and the garlic bread is in the oven.”

  “I’ll take a quick shower first,” he says, still eyeing my food. “It smells good.”

  “Tastes good too.”

  A growl of impatience and then he’s gone, leaving me to eat and watch TV in peace. He’s back twenty minutes later, with his own bowl, much larger than mine. He sits right next to me, our thighs touching. “What are we watching? Where’s the remote?”

  “Why? You aren’t changing it,” I say, slipping the remote into the side of the couch. “You can watch after this is over.”

  “I don’t want to watch men running around in kilts,” he grumbles, shoveling a mouthful of spaghetti. I grin to myself and keep watching. There is no way I’m going to change the channel just because of his aversion to kilts, especially when they are one of the many reasons I love this show.

  “It’s actually the best show,” I say, putting my bowl down on the coffee table. “Do you want to play some board games with me later tonight?”

  “Not really.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I don’t want to?”

  “Why?”

  “Because I said so.”

  “Mature,” I grumble. “Not like you have anything better to do.”

  “Maybe I’ll watch some decent TV.”

  I tighten my lips.

  “Why are you so grumpy? Sexually frustrated?” I mock.

  “Nope,” he replies, his tone staying the same. “Just made myself come in the shower, actually.”

  That takes me back a little, but I recover quickly. “Not as good as the real thing.”

  “Nope,” he repeats, looking straight head. “But comes with less complications.” He puts his now-empty bowl down on the table next to mine.

  The man has an answer for every damn thing. “That’s true. I was doing the same thing before that spider interrupted me.”

  That gets his attention. “You were touching yourself when the spider ran over your foot?”

  I nod, satisfaction filling me as his eyes widen.

  “So you didn’t get to come?”

  I shake my head. “The spider was kind of a mood killer.”

  “No spiders around here now,” he comments, raking his gaze over me. “And I’m here to assist.”

  “I don’t know why you bother,” I say, studying him. “You’re trying not to fuck me as much as I’m trying not to fuck you. You think your sexual innuendos and blunt words will work as a barrier against me, pushing me back, but it won’t. Why the need to try and put distance between us, Vinnie? Worried you’ll give
in to temptation?”

  “Aren’t you?” he asks, licking his lips. “Don’t you wonder how good I can make you feel? How loud I can make you scream? How many times I can make you come with just my mouth?”

  I had wondered all those things, as a matter of fact—that and more, but hearing the words on his lips has my teeth sinking into my bottom lip. We’re both playing with fire right now, pushing each other, and no matter how much I try to deny it, I know it’s only a matter of time before one of us breaks.

  “Have you thought about what I taste like? Whether I’m loud or quiet?” I reply, avoiding answering his question.

  “Shay—”

  “I’m loud,” I tell him, being bold. “And my nipples are really fucking sensitive. If you play with them, I’ll get wet just from that.”

  He freezes and sucks in a sharp breath. I look down and notice that I can see his cock stretching the material of his gray track pants. The rigid outline available for me to see, I groan as I see the size and width of him.

  “Like what you see?” he asks in a deep, low voice.

  I started this, but now I don’t know what to do. One move, one word could end with both of us naked, him inside me. We can’t take it back. No one has to know though, it’s not like I’m going to tell anyone.

  “Of course I do,” I admit, inhaling deeply. “Fuck, Vinnie. What are we doing here? I don’t want us to have any regrets.”

  “I know,” he says, running his hand over his bald head. “Fuck!” He stands, and all I can do is stare at his cock. Seriously, I hope he doesn’t wear those track pants out of the house. It’s like women’s yoga pants, there isn’t much left to the imagination.

  “I’m trying to be good here, Shay, but fuck, with you staring at my dick like that, what the fuck do you expect from me? All I want to do right now is throw you over my shoulder, carry you upstairs, and toss you on the bed. Then I want to eat you out until you come all over my face, then I want to slide inside you and fuck you until you scream my name.”

  The air thickens as we stare at each other. My body feels needy, flushed. My nipples harden, and I can feel that my panties are damp.

  And he hasn’t even touched me.

  He moves to walk past me but then stops. Gripping my chin with his thumb and index finger, he leans down and plants a quick kiss on my lips before storming outside. That’s it? I touch my lips with my fingers, feeling annoyed even though I know he’s being the responsible one here. Did I need to be responsible though? Talon never said anything to me about staying away from Vinnie, although I guess it didn’t need to be said. It’s not like I make it a habit of wanting to sleep with the men sent to protect me. Usually I’m more worried about staying alive and out of the enemies’ hands, but Vinnie has changed everything. I relax more about all else, because for some reason I trust that he’ll handle it. Just like I’m sure he’ll know how to handle me. Without overthinking it, I stand, my feet taking me outside where Vinnie stands by the pool.

  “Not a good idea, Shay,” he growls, turning his head to the side.

  What does he think I’m going to do exactly?

  I stand behind him and rest my hands on his back. Suddenly, the need for revenge outweighs my lust. With all the strength I can muster, I push him into the pool. As soon as I see the splash, I don’t stick around to find out what happens. I run inside, upstairs and into my room where I lock the door and fall onto my bed, giggling.

  That’s one way to take care of his erection.

  I’m still laughing when he bangs on my door, rendering me silent. I hide under the sheets, as if that can save me, like a little girl hiding from monsters under her bed.

  “Shay, open the fuckin’ door,” he snarls, banging again.

  I pull down the sheet, revealing just my eyes. “No!” I call out to him. “I’m going to sleep. We can discuss this in the morning.”

  My eyes flare as I hear him mutter some creative curse words. His footsteps disappear, and I relax into the mattress, staring at the ceiling. It’s only a matter of time before the two of us end up in bed together, and every time I think about it, it sounds less like a bad idea and more like a foregone conclusion. I’ll never see him again, and the attraction was there, so why not? Who knows when I’ll have the chance to be with a man next, and never will I find another guy like Vinnie. Who knows how long I’ll even be alive? With that very sobering thought, I decide to forget all the details, to stop overthinking everything, and to just let myself enjoy life a little.

  Tomorrow, Vinnie is mine.

  After he forgives me for the pool incident.

  TWELVE

  Vinnie

  I SPEND more time coming up with my revenge plan than I’d like to admit. I grin into my coffee and she comes down the stairs, her steps light and unsure. She approaches the kitchen cautiously, then stands patiently as she waits for me to look at her. When I don’t, she clears her throat and says, “Good morning.”

  I ignore her, the first part of my plan, and move to the living area, sitting down casually and putting on the TV. She follows me, sitting down and watching me.

  “To be fair, you did it to me first,” she says, sighing heavily. “Does this silent treatment mean we aren’t going anywhere today?”

  She stands and says, “I’m going to make some breakfast, would you like something?”

  Silence.

  As she disappears into the kitchen, I sit back and wait. One, two, three, four . . .

  Her scream echoes throughout the house and makes me smile widely. Yes, the fake spider that took me half an hour to make was well worth it. She runs into the living room and jumps on my lap. When she sees me smiling, she scowls and stops her wailing, her chest panting up and down. She slaps at my shoulder. “You’re such an asshole!”

  I wrap my arms around her and pull her against my chest. “You deserved it.”

  She smells so fuckin’ good, like strawberries and icing sugar. Her hair is still a little damp from the shower, and her skin is so soft and smooth. I bury my face in her neck. “You’re a little shit you know, pushing me into the pool. No one else would get away with something like that.”

  “I don’t think I got away with it,” she murmurs, touching my cheek. “My heart is still racing. You successfully scared the shit out of me.”

  “Good,” I whisper gruffly, pulling back and looking her in the eye. “What are we doing today?”

  “You’re letting it go, just like that?” she asks, suspicion written all over her face. “Or do you have more spiders planted around the house?”

  “I’m letting it go,” I say, tilting my head to the side. “At least I think I am.”

  She rolls her eyes and says, “What do you want to do today? Your choice.”

  What I really want to do is spend the day inside her and spank her ass for the stunt she pulled, so really we should get out of this house before I do just that.

  Last night Talon finally called me back, and I chewed him out for how he expects Shay to live. He said right now there’s no other option since shit’s going down with his club, and she won’t be any safer there. I told him to get control of his MC, something he didn’t appreciate, but what the fuck? Shay should have the Wild Men at her back, not be hidden away because they can’t protect what’s theirs. You’d think having a cousin who is an MC president would have some perks, but apparently not with the Wild Men.

  “Maybe we could go out for lunch, then go for a swim or something?” I suggest. “I’m guessing you didn’t start breakfast.”

  “You’d be guessing right,” she grumbles, laying her head on my chest. “You’re so comfortable.”

  She places both her hands on my chest and slides them over my pecs, then down my abs.

  “You know I’m sure we could find something fun and . . . energetic to do indoors,” she says, biting her lower lip and staring up at me with her bedroom eyes. I don’t know what’s changed from last night to now, but something has.

  I lean forward and press my
lips against hers, then say, “Shay, I told Talon I wouldn’t touch you. Are you going to make me a liar?”

  She shuffles on my lap, letting me know she can feel my hardness. “He doesn’t have to know. Do you think I talk to my cousin about my sex life?” She pauses. “Even when I had one, I didn’t.”

  “If he straight out asks me, I’m not going to lie,” I warn her. I don’t know what Talon will do to her that could be worse than what she’s going through now. I’m not scared of Talon, but I don’t like to go against my word.

  “Then don’t,” she whispers, glancing down at my lips. “I don’t want to be selfish, but I want you. I’ll worry about whatever comes later another day. This is me letting you know.”

  She moves to slide off me but I grip her hips to keep her in her place.

  “Vinnie—” She opens her mouth to speak so I take the opportunity to kiss her. And I mean really kiss her. Moving my hands to cup her face, I kiss her deeply, savoring her taste, loving the way she feels pressed up against me. Her soft lips. Fuck.

  She pushes her body into mine, rubbing herself against my throbbing cock. The world closes in on us as I finally get a proper taste of what I want, a forbidden taste, which makes it all that sexier. I pull back, but just so I can kiss down her neck, sucking gently, my tongue swiping across her skin. The breathy noises she starts to make drive me crazy, and I end up lifting her off me and laying her back on the couch, following her down with my mouth on hers once more.

  Wanting to feel her skin, I start to lift off her dress, sliding it up her thigh, then up her stomach. She sits up and lifts her arms so I can take it off entirely, leaving her in a white lace bra and matching panties. Lana’s line about women being the ones who decide to have sex if they’re wearing sexy matching lingerie runs through my head, making me smile as my lips descend onto hers again.

  Shay is something else—the way she goes after what she wants in her own way has me feeling all kinds of crazy. I kiss down her neck, her collarbone, until I reach the top of her breasts. I kiss there, then pull down the cups of her bra, squeezing her breasts in my hands, the perfect handfuls. I lick her right nipple, biting down on it gently before sucking it into my mouth. She places her hand on the back of my neck, the other resting on my head.