by Nashoda Rose
I shifted around because I wanted to look at him. I had to look at him when I said it. I faced him and his one hand settled on my hip, his leg thrown over top of mine.
I reached up and traced his lips and they parted before he sucked on one, making my sex clench. I slowly pulled my finger out of the heated wetness and replaced it with my mouth.
This time is was a seductive roaming of our mouths. No rush. A sweet ache being satisfied as we tasted what had been left behind from our urgency earlier.
I pulled back just enough so I could look at him. “I love you, too, Vincent.”
Seeing the brilliant blue in his eyes fill with love for me was all I wanted, and then I kissed him again, but not just on the mouth—everywhere.
And it was a night of exploring one another as we left behind all the bad that had ended up bringing us together.
I WOKE EXPECTING to find Haven’s luscious body up against me. What I got was a pillow and cold sheets where she was supposed to be lying. I didn’t like it. At all. It kind of pissed me off that she’d disappear after all that went down between us.
I heard the toilet flush then the tap turn on. She was still here. She hadn’t run.
Fuck, I was being a girl.
I wasn’t sure with the light of day what she’d do. But I should’ve known better. Haven was straightforward when she meant something. She may have buried shit, but not once had she ever bullshitted. Anything that passed her lips had been real.
And she fuckin’ told me she loved me—Vincent Wesson.
I rolled over and stretched, the duvet slipping down to my waist. I rested one hand beneath my head and with the other lifted the duvet. “You hear that? She fuckin’ loves us.”
“Is this going to be a habit of yours? Talking to your cock,” Haven asked from the bathroom doorway, the light still on and shining behind her. God, she was a fuckin’ angel.
I grinned and threw back the cover, so she could get a good look at it as it lengthened. I bent one leg then stroked my hand down the hardened shaft. “I’d prefer it if you talked to it. Maybe a lecture on . . . snow blowers.”
Her brows rose. “Snow blowers?”
I tugged on my cock and her eyes darted to it. Okay, she looked interested, not scared. No matter what she said, there had to be parts of her that were damaged from what she experienced. “We could lie in bed all day and watch lectures on snow blowing.”
“Lectures? What kind of lectures do they have on snow blowers?”
I was so hard that I had to stop playing with myself or I’d come in my hand. “You know on the internet. I’m sure we could find a tutorial.”
She strolled toward the end of the bed and crawled between my legs. She wasn’t smiling, but she did have a twinkle in her eyes which I fuckin’ loved.
“I’m kind of a hands-on type of learner.”
Christ, I loved this chick.
She fisted my cock and I groaned, closing my eyes, hand tightening around the edge of the pillow. “That’s if you don’t mind a few mistakes.”
My eyes flashed open as her heated breath swept across the tip. “Fuck, no.” I growled. “I’m all about learning from your mistakes. And practice makes perfect.”
“Good,” she murmured before her mouth closed around my cock.
“Jesus.” She sucked, taking the length of me deep in her throat. I couldn’t help it and jerked my hips and she gagged, but didn’t withdraw.
I weaved my fingers through her hair and held tightly, helping her as she slid up and down, her hand on the base holding me firm and steady. My cock popped from her mouth and she looked up at me, her eyes glazed over with pleasure and her lips wet and glistening from my pre-cum.
“Any pointers?” Her hand started jerking me up and down like she’d seen me do.
I grunted, legs shaking as I tried to hold off longer. “Fuck no.” My chest rose and fell in quick concessions as she continued to jerk me off while her other hand went beneath my balls and lifted.
“Do men like their balls played with?”
I didn’t know about other men and I didn’t want to know. All I knew was that I did. I liked Haven’s hand on my balls handling them like precious jewels while her other hand fisted my cock like it was a bat.
“Baby, please.”
She smiled then her mouth covered my cock and she did with her mouth what her hand was doing until I was thrusting my hips upward to meet her rhythm.
“Oh fuck. Fuck. Baby, I’m coming.”
She didn’t stop and I shot down her throat over and over again as she sucked every inch of me. When she raised her head, there were remnants of me on her chin and she wiped it with her finger then placed her finger in her mouth.
“Damn, that’s hot. All of it. You’re hot.” I released her hair and stroked the side of her face with my knuckles. “You’re made for me.”
“I love you.” She crawled up my body until she was snuggled into me, her head fitting in the crook of my arm, so I could kiss the top of her head. “I love you both.”
“Huh?” I frowned. “You’re talking about your brother while in bed with me after a blow job? Let’s make it a rule. Ream stays out of bedroom.”
She reached down between my legs and stroked my cock. “I’m talking about this. Since you talk to it like it’s another person, I’m proclaiming my love for both of you.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, we’d have an issue if you only loved one of us.”
We lay around for another half-hour talking about nothing important, after I returned the favor with my tongue on her clit. Then our bliss was interrupted by Kite’s knock on the door.
“You see Haven at all? She’s not in her room and it doesn’t look like she slept at home last night.”
I kept my voice low. “I don’t want to hide us, Haven, but I want to know you’re ready for everyone to know.”
Instead of answering me, she called out, “I’m fine, Kite.”
“Good to hear,” he replied without a second’s hesitation. Fucker knew we were together. “Crisis, get your ass out of bed. We’re going to Logan and Eme’s in ten.”
“Not going,” I shouted.
“Like hell,” Kite yelled back. “I show up without you, Logan will kick your ass.”
“Yeah, right.”
“You want to test him right now? He’s already strung tight over the wedding.”
I chuckled because this was a point of contention every time I saw Logan. He was constantly on the phone with contractors trying to get the house and stables finished because their wedding date was supposed to be in February at what I liked to call their ‘fuck-nest’ farm. If it wasn’t done, no wedding.
“It’s okay. I need to study for exams.”
I’d never spent this much time with a single chick in my bed and I didn’t want to leave. Fuck, the thought of leaving her for the day . . . well, I didn’t like it. “Come with me.”
She pulled back and perched on one elbow. “Everyone will be there.”
“Yeah.” I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “And it’s not like we haven’t known one another for a while, and shit, we already live together.” I sat up and leaned over her until she collapsed back on the bed.
I was expecting a fight; her wanting to stay here and avoid the social scene like she’d always done. “Okay.”
“You can study while we’re recording,” I continued.
“Okay.”
“And if you need quiet, I’m sure Emily has a room you . . . you say okay?”
“Vincent,”—Fuck I loved when she said my name—“my brother—”
I kissed her forehead. “He’s an overprotective stubborn dickhead, but he has his reasons and I get that. Maybe, he’ll be happy I’m in your pants and watching out for you.”
She snorted and it was adorable coming from Haven.
“What I was going to say was that my brother may not accept us being together. He’s my twin and I love him more than anything, and he’s my blood, my only family I have l
eft, but I’ll fight for us if I have to.”
“Good to know because I wasn’t planning on letting you go, anyway.” I caressed her hair. “But blood doesn’t define family, Haven. My parents are my family, yet there isn’t a drop of their blood in me.”
“You were adopted?”
“Yeah, when I was two.” I rhythmically stroked her back. “My parents waited five years for a baby to come available. Don’t know my real parents and . . . I don’t care if I ever do. I have the best parents in the fuckin’ world. Shit, you met my mom; you saw that. That’s real, baby. That’s family.”
Her palm rested on my chest. “But what if your mother wanted you and—”
“My parents went through the right channels and my mother willingly gave me up. I’m okay with that. Known about it since I was old enough to understand and they’ve always been and always will be my mom and dad. Ream’s my family and so is Logan, Kite, Kat, Emily, Matt, Deck, Georgie and you. There’s no question what we’d do for one another—Anything. That’s family and you need to realize that you’re part of that now. Not just Ream, but all of us.”
Kite’s voice shouted through the door, “Two minutes.”
I kissed Haven then tugged her out of bed. “Come on, we’ll shower together to save time.”
We didn’t save time. I couldn’t stop touching her glistening wet body. I ended up on my knees and we were a no-show.
But that wasn’t why we were a no-show. It was because my phone vibrated with a text and there on the screen was a picture of Haven in her running outfit with a message below it.
She is a fucking whore.
I CAME OUT of the washroom, toweling my hair, my sex still throbbing and heated from Vincent’s mouth. He was dressed, pacing back and forth talking on his phone. And that crease between the eyes, it was there.
I picked up my clothes and opened the door to go back to my room when he grabbed me around the waist and dragged me back against him.
“We need to talk,” he said, voice threaded with tension to match the stiffness in his body. He gently turned me around and put his finger under my chin, his thumb lightly stroking back and forth. It was calm, but what stormed in his eyes was not.
The shield of ice slammed down over me. “What’s wrong?”
He saw it. He knew me too well to not see it, but he also didn’t say anything about it. Which probably meant whatever he was worried about was not good.
“Got a text message.” I knew where this was going. It was that girl. “It’s a picture of you jogging.”
Okay, that wasn’t bad. Having a picture surface from the club would be bad. “Did I look okay?”
He didn’t smirk. Shit.
“Could be a reporter got the shot of you and posted it online. With Roman jogging with us lately, it might have gained attention and they want to know who you are.” His hand slid away from my chin and he sighed.
“You think that Tammy girl saw it and texted it to you.”
He nodded. “That’s best case scenario.” Worst case was this chick was in Toronto now and took a picture of me jogging. “I forwarded it to Luke, and he’s on his way here. Babe,”—his fingers tightened on my waist—“you should go to the farm.”
I stiffened. “No.”
“Babe.”
“No. I’ve worked too hard for this. I never had this chance. I swore I’d do something with my life if I ever escaped. Now, I am. I can’t walk away from it now because of some girl who thinks she’s in love with you.”
He stepped away from me and turned, running his hand through his hair. “Fuck. I know. I know.” He paced back and forth then stopped, came to me and cupped my cheek. “I’m sorry. I thought it would just go away after a while. You don’t need this.”
I half-smiled. “No. But neither do you.”
A loud knock sounded on the door. “Luke’s here,” Kite said. “Downstairs.”
“Yeah, okay.” Vincent kissed me sweetly and gently, before he opened the door. “Go get changed then meet us downstairs.”
And I loved that about him. He wasn’t going to keep me in the dark and give me tidbits of what he wanted or thought was safe for me to know. Vincent let me in just as much as I let him in.
He had a steaming cup of coffee on the counter beside him that looked untouched. “We do nothing.”
Luke wanted us to go about what we normally did. Roman stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall next to the TV. Kite was the only one who appeared relaxed as he waited for toast to pop up from the toaster. Usually, that was me; instead, I was reeling because this was the last thing Haven needed, some psycho bitch I’d fucked over a year ago being a pain in the ass.
Luke continued, “Haven goes to school. You work on the album. Everything stays the same except we have men on all of you.”
“I’ll go to school with her.” No way was I leaving her.
“No.” Luke shook his head. “You stay clear of Haven in public. If it’s this Tammy girl and she’s watching her, then seeing you with her will only make it worse.” Fuck, he was right. “We need a hand on this. The police won’t do anything. The picture and message wasn’t a threat.” He paused. “It doesn’t fit. The messages on your phone are crude and sexual, her posts online are not. Don’t think it’s just about protecting anymore; we need someone to look into this more.”
“Deck’s men.”
Luke gave an abrupt nod. “Can’t get Deck, but got hold of Vic. He’s flying in. He needs three days, though. He has the resources to deal with this while we do our job.” Shield Security was just that, security.
The toast popped and I heard the creak of the stairs and saw Haven on her way down. I didn’t hesitate as I walked over and slipped my hand in hers as soon as she reached the last stair, then we walked into the kitchen and I told her what was happening.
“Right now, she isn’t much of a threat. But we need to be on top of it. We don’t change your phone number. Let’s see if she keeps texting and what.” Luke picked up his mug and walked over to us. “You do not leave this condo without me.” It was a direct order to Haven.
Her spine stiffened and she met Luke’s fierce stare without flinching. She didn’t like being ordered to do anything and I understood the reason why, and I hated the reason, but I loved that she was strong and didn’t crumble under Luke.
“I want bullets for my gun.”
My mouth dropped open. What the hell? There were no bullets in her gun? All this fuckin’ time.
The corner of Luke’s mouth twitched. “No.” He took a sip of coffee and made a quiet snort as he looked over my shoulder to Roman. “Get her pepper spray.”
Then he and Roman disappeared into the library.
I cupped the back of her neck and turned her toward me. “No bullets?”
She shrugged.
I laughed and she smiled. Then I dragged her—well, there wasn’t much dragging because she was willing—upstairs and took her clothes off again. We had slow, lazy sex with her riding me until I flipped her over and made her wait. Once the hardness in her gray eyes slipped away again, I let her come around me. And it was sweet as fuckin’ hell.
Crisis reached for my hand as we walked up the cobblestone path to Logan and Emily’s house. Their German Shepherd, Tear, bounded toward us, his tail wagging as he woofed and greeted us one by one with his nose in butts and crotches.
Luke and Roman were with us, and, despite two more texts, both one words in capital letters BITCH and TEASE, which Vincent had shown me as we lay in bed the previous night, we decided it best to get out of the condo and the city for the day. I had studying to do, and the band had an album to produce. Ream also wanted to see me, so I went with them, making it the time to tell Ream about us.
The farm was stunning, a paved tree-lined driveway with paddocks for the horses on either side as far as the eye could see. The stone house was massive, with a wraparound porch and a gorgeous balcony that overlooked the property from the third floor. There were several work vans
in front of a four-car garage, and I heard hammering coming from the back of the property.
Kite knocked on the door and before it opened, I felt Crisis’ hand slip in mine.
I heard footsteps on the other side of the door and straightened my shoulders. Crisis and I were together and I’d protect that. My brother had accepted our friendship, but this was on another level, especially when there was the issue of the girl, Tammy, hovering.
Kite half-turned to me. “This,”—he nodded to Vincent and my hands linked—“I support and I know Logan will, too. Ream will”—he quirked the pierced brow—“after his initial shock.”
Tear barreled past us as soon as the door opened. He grabbed a black motorcycle boot off a mat then skidded across the stone floors and disappeared around the corner. “Tear!” Logan shouted. But the dog was gone with Logan’s boot.
It took all of a second before he registered Crisis’ hand in mine. He shifted to the side, hand on the frame of the door, eyes widening for a brief second before a small grin emerged as he met my eyes.
“Good to see you, Haven.” I was thankful he didn’t say anything about the obvious change in Crisis and mine’s relationship. “You want to watch us record? Or Emily’s out in the barn overseeing the workmen.” He chuckled. “You might be safer with us. She is on a rampage about the windows in the barn being put in wrong.” He looked to Luke. “Don’t worry, Darryl is with her.” I was guessing Darryl was another of Shield Security.
“I’d like to watch the band,” I replied. I’d never seen them live and I was a little excited to see Crisis and my brother rock their guitars.
He smiled. “Good.”
We walked through the house to a staircase which led downstairs. “I think the song needs to slow down,” Kite was saying to Logan as we walked through what I’d consider a guy’s playroom with pool and foosball tables. “Sounds off, like we’re rushing it.”
Logan nodded as he opened a door. “Okay.”