The Vincent Brothers -- Extended and Uncut (Vincent Boys)

by Glines, Abbi

  The bathroom door opened, and Lana stepped out. A forced smile touched her lips as her eyes met mine.

  “Everything okay?” I asked, hoping to God that she’d tell me what was going on in her life.

  Instead she only shrugged. Damn it.

  “Lana, listen, we need to talk about something . . . ,” I began, walking across the room so I could touch her and in case I needed to beg.

  She shook her head. “If this is bad news, I really don’t think I can handle that right now. Give me a few hours first, please.”

  Well, hell, if the pain in her voice didn’t rip me in two. I pulled her against my chest and held her there. She was stiff as a board at first, but I continued to rub her back and kiss the top of her head until she relaxed and wrapped her arms around my waist.

  “It isn’t bad. But it is time sensitive,” I explained.

  She tilted her head to look at me. “Time sensitive?”

  “Very. As in someone could lose a limb if they stepped out of line.”

  Lana pulled back, and the frown puckering her brow was adorable. “What in the world are you talking about, Sawyer?”

  “The fact I want—no, I need—for us to be exclusive until we part ways when we head off to college.”

  Lana made a small O with her mouth, and then she nodded slowly. “Okay. That sounds like a good plan. But why would someone lose a limb?”

  I traced her bottom lip with my finger. “Because if they touched you, I’d have to rip off the offending limb.”

  A small bubble of laughter escaped her and she bit down on my finger. Her eyes smiled up at me like a playful kitten.

  “So you want to play rough, do you?” I picked her up and threw her down on the bed before covering her body with mine.

  Lana parted her legs, letting my hips settle between them. God, yes, this was where I wanted to be. Nothing else mattered when we were this close. Placing a hand on each side of the bed beside her head, I stared down at her. The long red lashes weren’t covered in mascara this morning and they were fascinating.

  “Close your eyes,” I whispered. She did so without question and I lowered my head to press a kiss on each eyelid. Lingering over her eyelashes as they fluttered from the contact. “You’re beautiful,” I said, in between kissing her eyelashes and moving down her face to kiss the tip of her nose, then each corner of her mouth.

  Lana lifted her hips, pressing against my erection, and made a sweet little moan.

  “You like that?” I asked as I pressed against her harder.

  “Mmmhmm,” she replied, nodding as her eyes fluttered closed and her head tilted back.

  The thin fabric of her boxers and mine didn’t put a lot of barrier between us. I could feel the heat from her arousal against mine. “We can’t do this long, Lana.” The tense sound in my voice caused her to freeze. I hadn’t meant to sound so hard. Reaching up, I pushed her hair back off her forehead. “We are in a hotel room, on a bed, alone, in hardly any clothing. I want you naked. I want to be buried inside you.” Just saying it made my breath stutter. Fuck yes, I wanted to be inside her. So very bad. “Unless you want that to happen too, we need to slow down.”

  Lana stared up at me through her eyelashes. I could see her thinking it through. She wanted it too. I could tell. But after this weekend I didn’t deserve it. She knew that, too.

  “Maybe we aren’t ready yet,” she finally replied.

  I moved over and laid beside her, then pulled her up against my chest. “Okay. I can live with that. Yet is good.”

  Lana laughed and reached up and touched my lips. “Can we still kiss?” she asked.

  I bent down until my mouth was hovering over hers. “Yes, please,” I replied.

  LANA

  The ride back to Grove went fast, but then I’d slept most of the way. Jake had not been happy when Sawyer informed him that I was sitting up front. I felt bad about it, but I liked knowing Sawyer wanted me close to him.

  Everyone had loaded their gear into their cars and left. Ashton had even gone inside to go to bed. She was still pretty weak. Sawyer took my bags and put them inside the door of the house, then looked back at me.

  “Come with me for a while,” he said, pulling me back outside onto the porch and closing the door behind me.

  “You aren’t tired from all that driving?”

  He shook his head and pulled me up against him. My aunt and uncle weren’t home, but they could drive up at any minute. I wasn’t sure what they’d think of this.

  “Okay. Let me go check on Ash, and I’ll be right back down.”

  “I’ll wait here,” he replied, letting go of my hand so I could run back inside.

  I knocked softly on Ashton’s door, then peeked my head inside. She was already curled up under the covers. Closing her door softly, I headed back to Sawyer.

  “She okay?” he asked as I stepped outside.

  “Yep.”

  “Good. Let’s go.”

  He rested his hand on my lower back and led me toward the Suburban. “First things first, I’ve got to go get my truck from the house. I want you to be able to sit close enough to me so that I can touch you if I want to.”

  Smiling to myself, I climbed inside.

  * * *

  I’d been to Sawyer’s house with Ashton before. We were younger, and I never went inside. We mostly just swam in the lake back behind his property. Walking in the front door with my hand clasped firmly in his was a little nerve-racking. His parents weren’t home, and he’d convinced me to come inside.

  “This way.” He motioned for me to go ahead of him down a staircase leading to what looked like the basement.

  “Why are we going down here?” I asked, peering back at him over my shoulder.

  “This is my cave. Go on,” he encouraged me.

  His cave . . . hmm. I walked the rest of the way down the stairs and stopped at the bottom, unsure which door to open. There were two: one on my right and one on my left. Sawyer reached over me and twisted the knob on the right door, then reached in and flipped a switch. The lights came on, and I stood there in wonder as I took in the room.

  It was huge. Two large, black leather sectional sofas sat in the middle of the room in front of a massive flat-screen television that hung on the wall. A crimson refrigerator with the University of Alabama’s logo on the outside sat against the left side of the room, and a black marble countertop, complete with a sink, sat off to the left of the fridge. On the other wall, shelves and shelves full of trophies stretched from floor to ceiling. Framed football jerseys stood among the trophies. Under the television sat a long, black narrow table, complete with an Xbox and a Wii. Photos, all of them carefully framed, also cluttered the surface. Sawyer’s mother had to have done that. I couldn’t imagine him actually framing photos to sit out.

  “You thirsty?” he asked, walking over to the fridge and opening it. “Looks like Loretta came this week. It’s stocked. Coke, Mountain Dew, blue Gatorade, or bottled water?”

  “Loretta?” I asked, confused.

  “The housekeeper. She does all the grocery-shopping, too.”

  “Oh.” People actually had housekeepers that did their grocery shopping? How odd.

  “Um, water is fine.” I walked over to the shelves and began reading the plaques on the trophies. MVP seemed to be the most popular award he had received.

  “Here ya go.” He handed me a water and turned his attention to the shelves. “Mom did all this. She wanted somewhere for all these to be displayed. She actually tried to turn one of the guest bedrooms into a ‘Sawyer Shrine,’ or so my father called it. He refused to let her and suggested she stick them down here. I agreed with him just so they would be somewhat hidden.”

  “There’s a lot of them,” I replied, taking a sip of the water.

  “Yeah, there is.” He nodded his head toward the couch. “Come, sit down with me. We can find us a movie to rent off iTunes.”

  I followed him to the end of one of the leather sectionals. He set his Gator
ade down, reached up, took my water, and put it down beside his. “Come here.” His voice dropped to that husky whisper that made my heart speed up. I let him pull me down onto his lap.

  “I’ve been thinking about this mouth all day,” he confided before covering my lips with his. I licked at his bottom lip, and he opened for me, letting me leisurely taste him. The gentle pressure of his mouth was perfect and made me a little dizzy.

  His fingers slid up my thighs until both hands were cupping my butt. One of his fingers traced the edge of my panties. “I really like this skirt,” he murmured against my lips. I really liked it too at the moment. My breath was coming in short gasps as he slid one hand inside the edge of my panties. He caressed my bare butt with one hand while he slid his other slowly back down my thigh and shifted closer to my inner thigh. I knew what his next move would be. What I didn’t know was if I was going to let it go that far.

  Then he moaned into my mouth as his fingers touched the inside of my thigh and my leg fell open of its own accord. The slow, easy kiss became frenzied as we both fought to calm our breathing. His hand inched higher and higher up my exposed thigh. The second his finger grazed the outside of my panties, I jerked in his hold, and something very close to pleading squeaked in my throat. Sawyer pulled back, and his accelerated breathing made me tingle with pleasure. I loved knowing I did this to him.

  He kissed down my neck until he met the curve of my shoulder. He went very still. His warm breath bathed my chest and neck. His hand slowly moved again. One lone finger slipped inside the edge of my panties and made direct contact. He murmured something against my neck, but I couldn’t focus enough to understand. My brain was in a foggy haze, and my heart was about to pound out of my chest. The urge to move against the hand, which now cupped the crotch of my panties, was strong. But I waited while he eased his finger farther inside and gently ran it along the folds.

  “Oh, oh, oh, my god,” I managed to get out in a breathless chant.

  “God, you’re so warm,” he whispered in a strained voice as he began kissing the spot where he had buried his head in my neck.

  When he slipped his other hand over my leg and pulled it farther open then reached down and pulled my panties to the side as he gently stroked me, I started to come apart in his arms.

  “That’s it, baby,” he encouraged as I clung to him, calling his name and wanting it to never end.

  When I could finally catch my breath, his fingers left me and pulled my panties back into place. Then I was being cuddled in his arms as he whispered things against my neck between kisses and little nibbles.

  Sawyer finally lifted his head from the tender skin along my neck that he’d loved thoroughly. “That was . . . That was . . . damn,” he whispered before claiming my mouth again. After a long leisurely kiss, Sawyer lay down on the couch and tucked me back against him. “Let’s watch that movie now,” he said in a teasing voice.

  I slipped my hand under his shirt and kissed his jaw. “I don’t think we’re done.”

  Sawyer stilled underneath my touch. Smiling against his jaw, I moved to his neck then his shoulders as I kissed different spots.

  “We’re not?” he asked in a low voice.

  I didn’t respond. I only shook my head then moved my hand to the waistline of his shorts and slipped a finger inside. Running it back and forth I took a small nip at his neck, then shifted my head so I could glance up at him. His eyelids were heavy as he watched me. Moving my other hand out of his shirt and back down his stomach I undid the button on his shorts.

  “You sure about his?” he asked as I worked slowly at getting his shorts opened.

  “Very,” I replied, then slipped by hand down the front of his boxers until I had his hard length in my hands. It was just as warm and smooth as I remembered.

  “Ah, fuck, Lana,” he groaned, shifting his hips so he was even farther in my grasp.

  This made the tingle between my legs come back to life again. Feeling him so vulnerable in my hands had me panting with him. It made me just as needy. This must be the way it was supposed to be. Touching someone so intimately caused the desire for release for both people. I ran my thumb over the top and he bucked his hips and let out another moan of pleasure.

  “Does that feel good?” I asked, watching his face in fascination. He had his head thrown back on the back of the couch and his eyes closed tightly.

  “God, yes,” he replied with a tremble in his voice.

  “Do you want to do . . . more?” I asked. I wasn’t sure I wanted to do more. Could I do more? Was I ready?

  Sawyer’s eyes snapped open and his heated gaze met mine. I wanted him to say yes but then I wasn’t sure I was ready. What if he did say yes? Could I back out then?

  “What do you mean by more?” he asked, slowly studying me as his breathing remained labored. I didn’t release my hold on him.

  “I’m not sure what more is . . . I don’t know if we should, if we’re ready to have . . . sex, yet. But I want more.”

  Sawyer nodded and his hand covered mine. “We can do more without having sex,” he said in a whisper. “But I want you naked.”

  My heart stuttered at his words. Was I ready to be completely naked without the darkness of the tent to give me a sense of security?

  “Please, Lana.”

  Shaking nervously I nodded and let go of my hold on him to reach for the hem of my dress and pull it over my head. I hadn’t been able to wear a bra with it due to the low-cut back. I lifted my eyes back to Sawyer’s. His gaze was on my bare chest.

  “The panties, Lana. Take off the panties.”

  Swallowing nervously, I stood up and slipped my fingers into the sides of my pink satin panties and slid them down.

  “Dayum,” Sawyer said slowly.

  I couldn’t look at him now. I had never been completely naked in front of anyone like this. Not in the light where I could be seen. All of me.

  Sawyer shifted and his shirt fell at my feet. I forced myself to look back up at him just as his shorts and boxers were pushed to the floor and kicked to the side.

  “Come here,” he said, holding out his hand for me to take. This looked like we were going to be having sex after all. His muscular tanned body was beautiful. He was beautiful. But I wasn’t ready for that just yet. Was I?

  “We aren’t gonna have sex, baby. Just get as close as we can without doing it. I promise.”

  Nodding, I slipped my hand into his outstretched one and he pulled me close enough to take my waist in his hands and pull me on top of him to straddle his hips.

  “Ease down on me.” He guided me as he kept his erection from going where we both didn’t want it to go just yet.

  The second we made contact I cried out from the intense feeling. Sawyer’s hands tightened on my waist and he threw his head back with a low growl. “Fuck me. That’s amazing.”

  I had to agree. This was so much better than just having him touch me. Feeling his hardness pressed against me was breathtaking.

  Sawyer’s hands finally eased on my waist and his hands cupped my face and brought my mouth down to meet his.

  His tongue thrust into my mouth with one hungry cry and he began kissing me with a wild urgency that made me crave more. I rocked my hips, needing friction on our contact. I began trembling with the rub of his hard length against my warmth. It was slippery. I knew it was from me getting wet and I knew I should be embarrassed but at the moment I didn’t care. My body was taking over. All thought left my mind. I broke the kiss and let out a loud cry as he bucked his hips against me and pressed something that sent jolts spiraling up from my core.

  “So wet. So hot,” he murmured as he kissed the tops of my breasts before pressing a kiss to the top of one of my hard nipples. “Lana, I want you so bad. I want inside you so so bad,” he said in a needy growl, then pulled my nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.

  “Sawyer!” I begged as he moved his hips faster, sliding his length between my folds back and forth instead of inside where we both wanted
him.

  “Mine,” Sawyer said in a fierce voice, before he grabbed my hips and began controlling my movements. “You’re mine. All mine. Fuck yes, baby. You’re so wet.”

  Between our contact and his naughty words of possession I lost it. The ecstasy my body was climbing for broke free as I trembled wildly in his arms and held on tight.

  His loud growl of release that went through his body only made my ride more exciting. Both of Sawyer’s arms wrapped around me tightly and held me against his chest. We gasped for breath and shivered in each other’s arms.

  * * *

  The minute Ashton pulled her Jetta into the clearing down by the Vincent’s lake Sawyer came jogging toward us. His hair was slicked back and wet, with droplets of water flying off the thick locks. The navy blue swim trunks he was wearing hung on his waist and showcased his delicious abs and hip bones.

  “Pretty sure he isn’t running out here to see me,” Ashton quipped as I sat there staring at him in awe.

  Snapping myself out of my worshipful gaze, I opened the car door and stepped out. Sawyer was instantly beside me.

  “I didn’t think you’d ever get here,” he said in a pleased voice as his cold wet hand clasped mine and pulled me up against his chest. He was getting my dry clothes damp, but I wasn’t going to complain.

  “Sorry, we overslept,” I explained.

  “Don’t apologize to him. He was the one who kept you out late,” Ashton teased, and headed off in the direction of Beau as he made his way toward her.

  “I had a good time last night,” Sawyer informed me in a husky whisper.

  We’d gone to get something to eat at Hank’s, then gone out to the field. There was no party last night. Sawyer took advantage of the location and brought a large blanket for us, and we lay on our backs under the stars. I pointed out different constellations, and he tried to get his hands under different parts of my clothing while pretending to listen to me. It had been perfect.

  “I did too,” I replied, smiling up at him.

  He lowered his head to kiss me softly, then whispered, “Let’s go see if I can’t teach you how to do a flip off that rope swing.”