I’d imagined meeting a woman’s parents would be a lot more difficult than this, but it was the easiest thing in the world. Her father was nice, funny, and easy to talk to. Not once did I feel like he was watching my every move in the hopes I would mess up.
“Excuse me, I need to use the restroom.” I left the dining room and went down one hallway, but it took me back toward the kitchen. I made a left to head toward the front of the house.
“So…” Emily’s voice caught my attention. “Thorn seems pretty amazing.”
“He is,” Autumn said. “He’s…perfect.”
I halted in my tracks when I heard the smile in her voice.
“Sweet pea, your cheeks are red,” Emily teased.
“I know,” Autumn said quickly. “I hate that.”
“And he’s so smitten with you.”
“You think?” Autumn asked hopefully.
“Yes, it’s written all over his face,” Emily said. “That man is in love.”
“I don’t know about that,” Autumn said. “But he is a sweetheart.”
Emily stacked some dishes in the dishwasher then closed it. “So, is this serious?”
I leaned against the wall in the hallway, feeling slightly guilty for listening in on their conversation. But I couldn’t help myself. I knew Autumn wouldn’t lie to her mother. Whatever she said would be the truth.
“I…I don’t know,” Autumn said quietly.
“I can tell how you feel about him,” Emily said. “It’s written all over your face right now.”
“Mom,” Autumn warned.
“Come on, sweet pea,” Emily said. “I know you. I haven’t seen your eyes light up like that…ever. Not even with Max.”
The mention of her ex immediately made me jealous, but when I heard the context, I realized there was nothing to be jealous about.
Autumn was quiet for a long time. “Momma…I’m in love with him.”
My heart immediately expanded in my chest, a warm sensation circulating in my blood. My knees felt weak, and my chest ached because I stopped breathing. Her confession made me feel a million things at once. But one thing I noticed was I didn’t feel repulsion. If another woman said that, I’d already be walking out the front door. But Autumn’s confession didn’t scare me at all. What scared me the most was that I wasn’t scared.
I wasn’t scared at all.
I took her home then walked her to the front door. Her gifts were tucked under her arm, and she’d been quiet since we left the house. I didn’t give her any indication that I’d overheard her conversation with her mother, but she was extremely timid.
“Thank you for coming tonight,” she whispered. “And for the gift. I love it.”
“I had a good time. I liked your parents.”
“They’re great.” She fished her keys out of her purse.
I didn’t want to go home and sleep alone, even if our plane was leaving early. If I slept over, I’d have to get up even earlier just to pack my things. But right now, I didn’t care about that. I could sleep on the plane. “I want to stay over tonight.”
“You do?” she asked. “Even though you’ll have to get up early?”
“Couldn’t care less.”
She got the door open and stepped inside. She set her things on the entryway table then shut the door behind me.
I wanted her in a way I never had before. My hands ached to touch her body, my mouth yearned for the kiss of her plump lips. We hadn’t even turned on the lights to the townhouse, and my hand snaked into her hair. I kissed her in the entryway, my fingers grasping the soft strands like they were reins.
Her hand moved to my forearm, and she kissed me with the same heat. Her mouth was just as eager for mine. Her tongue entered my mouth, her warm breath filling my frozen lungs.
My arm hooked around her waist, and I brought her closer into me, kissing her harder than I ever had before. I’d fucked her in the sexiest ways, had filled her with so much of my seed it dribbled onto the sheets, but now it was different. I didn’t want to fuck her at all. My hands wanted to make love to her body. My kiss wanted to make her feel like a queen. My heart wanted to make hers feel safe.
We made our way down the hallway and into her bedroom. Clothes were falling off and scattering across the floor like breadcrumbs leading to the bed. When she wore nothing but her skin, I carried her to the bed then laid her down. I hooked her leg over my shoulder then widened her other thigh toward her waist.
I sucked her bottom lip then gave it a gentle tug before the crown of my cock pushed inside her.
She moaned into my mouth like she’d never taken my dick before.
I pushed through her wetness and slid completely inside, feeling her channel tight around me like fingers wrapped around a cock. My eyes were locked on her expression, watching her reaction to me. Now that I knew how she felt about me, I could see the clues everywhere. Her love was a bright beacon in her eyes.
How had I gotten this incredible woman to fall in love with me?
I was difficult, immature, stubborn, and idiotic.
And she was every man’s fantasy.
I thrust into her gently, in the mood for slow sex instead of an aggressive fuck. I wanted to savor the way she stared at into my eyes, the way she ran her hands up my powerful chest. I wanted to feel the connection between our souls, feel the way her pussy tightened around me as she slowly approached an orgasm.
“Babe, I’m gonna come.”
I loved it when she called me babe. It made me feel like her possession, like I belonged only to her. I’d never wanted to belong to someone before. My eyes were hypnotized by her beauty, by the way her eyes lit up in pleasure. Her beautiful hair was spread around her on the sheets, and her firm tits shook with my thrusts. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Her hands gripped my hips and pulled me harder into her as she tightened around me. She came with a satisfying moan, her mouth gaping open and her eyes locked on mine. “Yes…” Her hand wrapped around the back of my neck, and she dug her fingers into my hair.
Damn, she looked perfect right now.
Coming all over my dick.
Looking at me like I was the only man in the world.
So in love with me.
I liked that she was in love with me.
I deepened the angle and ground into her body, hitting her clit a little hard. My dick was balls deep, and I was surprised she could handle all of me. I was practically hitting her cervix. I wanted to come inside her not just because it felt incredible. I wanted to give her all of me, make her mine in the sexiest way possible.
I came with a moan, feeling the heat flush through my body as it mixed with the adrenaline. I pumped my load deep inside her, feeling like a king filling my queen. There was no better feeling than coming deep inside this woman.
She grabbed my hip and pulled me deeper into her, wanting every single drop. “Thorn…”
I’d just finished an explosive orgasm, but now I wanted to fuck her all over again. Just a simple touch, a single word from her mouth could get me going again. I bent her knee to her chest and dug my hand into her hair before I kissed her again. My dick slowly softened inside her, but I knew it wouldn’t be long until I was hard and ready again.
This woman always had me ready.
Chapter Ten
Vincent
I stared at Scarlet across the restaurant table. We’d emptied a bottle of wine, and our plates were wiped clean of our meals. Now we were finishing our final glasses, the white wine perfectly complementing the meal we’d just devoured.
In a black dress with curled hair, she looked like a bombshell. Her hair was pinned to one side, exposing her petite shoulder in the one-strap dress. She always looked magnificent, but tonight, she looked absolutely stunning.
I couldn’t stop picturing her on her knees.
She gave incredible head. The memory came to me in my dreams. It came to me when I was in the middle of a meeting with millions of dollars on
the table. My mind became clouded by sex. I wanted to conquer her in my bed, press her so deeply into the mattress that she sank toward the floor. I wanted her to pull me deeper into her and whisper my name.
When my imagination ran wild and my hard dick pressed against my jeans, I forced the thoughts away. “I love what you did with your hair.” It was the first thing that came to mind. It was pushed back and elegant. It wouldn’t be easy to fist later, but I liked the way it looked.
“Thanks. So, your flight leaves tomorrow?”
“Yeah. I’m taking my own jet. Thorn and Autumn and a few other people are taking Titan’s plane. But since they’re staying for their honeymoon, everyone will come back on mine.”
“Sounds like a good plan. When will you be back?”
“Four days.”
She nodded. “You must be excited.”
I was excited. My son had found the perfect woman to share his life with. I’d never have to worry about him. He had a good woman who would set him straight when he needed it, and she would be there for him when things got tough. I wouldn’t be on this earth in fifty years, and I needed to know my sons would be okay. “Yes, I am.”
“I’m happy for you. There’s no greater feeling than seeing your child happy.”
“You’re right.” One of the things I loved most about Scarlet was how much she understood what it was really like to be a parent. It was the hardest job in the world but the most rewarding. She loved her daughter more than anything in the world, and it was obvious in the way she talked about her. The other women I’d dated were too young to have children, so they never understood.
“I hope my daughter winds up with the perfect man. I’d die happy.”
“I’ve got two more I have to worry about…” Brett was approaching forty, and Jax was still in his party phase. Diesel had been that way, too, until he encountered Titan. I didn’t know if Jax would be so lucky to find someone the way Diesel did.
“They’ll find someone. It’ll happen when it’s meant to happen.”
We finished the rest of our wine, taking our time. Our comfortable silence was just as soothing as the alcohol. She was the perfect pairing to my drink, the strawberry to my dessert wine. “You’ll be alright while I’m gone?”
She laughed into her glass.
I kept my straight face.
“Oh…you aren’t joking.” She took a sip before she set down her glass. “Vincent, you know I don’t need you to look out for me. I’ve never needed a man for anything. That’s why you’re sitting across the table from me right this moment.”
“Not true. I want to take care of you.”
Her eyes softened.
She was an independent woman who didn’t need me for anything, but that was why I wanted to give her the world. I wanted her to relax and be taken care of for once. I wanted to give her the world because it was so easy for me to do.
“I appreciate that, but I’ll be fine. I’m having brunch with my sister on Saturday, taking my daughter out to dinner later that night, and my nephew is having a birthday party on Sunday. So my weekend is pretty saturated.”
“That sounds nice.” I wished I could attend those things with her. I wondered what her sister was like. I wondered if her daughter would like me.
“It’ll be fine. I’m excited to introduce you to them when the time is right.”
When the time is right. I wasn’t sure when that would be, but judging by the way I wanted her so much, it would be soon.
I paid the tab, and then we left for my penthouse.
I never wanted to be presumptuous, but I hoped she was coming back to my place. “Are you coming over tonight?”
“Are you inviting me?” She placed her hand on my thigh.
“Yes.”
“Then, yes, I’d love to.”
We went to my penthouse and rode the elevator until we appeared in my living room. I pulled out my phone and picked a soothing classical song to play over the sound system. Whenever I was home alone, sitting on the couch doing paperwork, it was usually the music I listened to. Scarlet calmed me, so I thought the song paired with her perfectly.
I uncorked a bottle of wine and poured two glasses before we sat together on the couch. Her legs were crossed, and she smeared lipstick on her glass as she drank. Her green eyes were on me, and she looked so beautiful I wanted to take her to bed right that second.
I restrained myself.
Alessia and the others were a lot more talkative. They told me about their day, the drama they had with friends and their parents. I listened attentively, but I didn’t find their problems that interesting. Being with an older woman like Scarlet was much easier because she was vastly more mature. She didn’t ramble on the way others did. Whenever she spoke, it was purposeful.
“I got tickets to this art showcase next weekend. Would you like to come with me?”
It was the first time she’d asked me to do something. It seemed like I was the one always controlling our relationship. “I’d love to.” A part of me was hoping she’d ask me to meet her family, but since I hadn’t asked her to meet my sons, that seemed hypocritical.
“What’s on your mind, Vincent?” She set the glass on the coffee table and gave me her full focus.
I enjoyed the way she said my name. Her voice was deep, and it held power I immediately responded to. She was the most confident woman I’d ever been with, but that confidence never turned to arrogance.
“A lot of things.” I sat back against the couch with my wineglass in my hand.
“Such as?”
“For one, I find myself hoping you’ll ask me to meet your daughter and your sister…even though that seems too soon. I haven’t asked you to spend time with my kids, so that doesn’t seem fair. A part of me wishes you were coming to the wedding with me. And I want to make love to you on my bed right now…”
She didn’t blink once despite my blunt confession. Her expression didn’t change, and she retained the same self-assured composure. Her gorgeous legs looked long underneath her dress, and the black nail polish on her toenails gave an extra sexy perk.
The chemistry rose between us, our mutual desire filling the room. I wanted to be between her legs, but I knew once I was, there was no going back. It would be the beginning of a long and happy relationship. It wouldn’t be a meaningless fuck I could just brush off. My heart would be on the line, and I’d be stepping into something I’d been avoiding for over a decade.
Scarlet rose from the couch then faced me, her dark hair still pinned back and to the side. She wore a backless dress, so all she had to do was grab the strap and peel it down her beautiful shoulder. The fabric slowly dropped down her body until it fell to her waist.
Her tits were gorgeous.
Two pieces of tape were across her nipples, and she quickly removed both at the same time. Her nipples hardened immediately once they were free. Age had dragged down her tits slightly. They weren’t perky like the racks I was used to seeing. But her flawless skin, her beautiful curves, and the pink color around her nipples made them stunning. My mouth ached to wrap around each one and suck.
She pushed the dress down to her feet, revealing her beautiful body in just a black thong. There was extra weight in her hips and stomach, but she still possessed a body that made me hard in my jeans. She was all woman, all feminine curves. A slight hint of stretch marks was noticeable below her belly button, but the scars were beautiful. They were battle marks from bringing her only child into the world. A young man wouldn’t find that sexy, but I certainly did. Women would always be stronger than men because they were ones who created men to begin with.
No man could compete with that.
“Then take me, Vincent. You know how long I’ve wanted you.”
My right hand formed a fist, and I clenched my jaw. Temptation was staring me right in the face, and I’d never been so tempted. I felt more aroused by her than I did with any of the others. She had a powerful inner beauty that outshone every model I’d been wit
h. Gorgeous curves, beautiful eyes, and keen intelligence made her the most desirable woman in the world.
She stepped closer to me, her knee touching mine.
I wanted to yank that pin out of her hair and fist her hair. I wanted to smother her mouth with endless kisses. I wanted to feel those firm tits in my palms. I wanted to have a passionate night with someone I actually cared about. Good sex was easy to find, but fantastic sex was rare. There had to be more than just an attraction, a chemistry. There had to be raging hearts full of emotion.
My hands moved to her knees, and I felt her thighs with my fingertips. Her muscles were sculpted, and her skin was so soft. My heart accelerated at the touch, feeling my mind begin to fog with logical thought.
I sat upright and wrapped my hands around her legs. I kissed her skin, starting at her thighs and moving up to her stomach. My lips brushed over the lace of her panties before I placed gentle kisses along her stomach. I kissed her stretch marks then dragged my tongue across the delicious skin.
Her fingers dug into my hair, and she inhaled deeply, her body coming to life at my touch.
My hands glided over her hips and to her waistline, feeling her petiteness. I gripped her tightly, assuring myself she was truly real. I rose to my feet and lifted her at the same time, wrapping her legs around my waist as I carried her into my bedroom.
She cupped my face and kissed me, her fingers digging into my hair. She breathed hard into my mouth as her lips trembled against mine. Her tits dragged against my t-shirt as she moved, and her heavenly smell wrapped around me.
I laid her on my bed then pulled my shirt over my head.
She immediately pressed her bare feet against my chest, her toes digging into me. “You’re so hard…”
I brought one ankle to my lips and kissed it. Then I kissed the other.
I dropped my jeans and boxers next then yanked her body to the edge of the bed. She sucked my dick so good last time, and I was eager to return the favor. I dropped to my knees and pressed my face between her legs.
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