by LK Collins
“Nothing. I wasn’t saying a thing. You can eat whatever you want as long as you do it quickly, so I can get you home.”
“Why do we need to go home? What’s wrong with here?”
I was dead serious, and he knew it. With him, I was no longer scared. I didn’t second-guess my decisions or choices. I followed my heart and did what I felt was right. In that moment, I wanted him, and I didn’t want to wait.
“Here are your coffees. Have you decided on what you’re going to eat?” Meredith asked, setting down our overly large cups of deliciousness.
I nodded my head while adding the cream and sugar to our coffees.
“She’s going to have the biscuits and gravy, and I’ll have the French toast.”
“I’ll get that in right away,” she replied.
I loved how much of a team we had become: I made his coffee, and he ordered for me. Plain and simple, we worked well together.
“Are you ready to look at this email, beautiful?”
I grabbed his iPad and turned the cover over. Scooting his chair a little closer, Vincent draped his arm over the back of mine and opened the email icon, loading the attachment.
Reading through the email, I was given a plethora of information. His name was Lincoln Alex Sanders. He was born April 12, 1992 and was adopted, never knowing his birth parents. It also stated he was in and out of foster care until he was twelve-years-old and was adopted by Mark and Shelly Sanders of Buena Vista, Colorado.
Vincent clicked on another attachment, and it opened up his photo. He had the same green eyes as I did but light, wavy hair. It was a family photo of him and his adoptive family. They were hiking and had two brown labs with them.
“He has your eyes, Lex.”
“I know. It’s crazy. I don’t think we have the same father. My dad has dark hair and so did Vivian.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right. What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know. We can’t just show up on his front porch. I guess I need to decide if I’m going to call him, and if so, what would I say to him? ‘Hi, I’m your long lost sister and our mom just died?’”
I rubbed my neck in frustration, and Vincent pulled me into his chest. I nuzzled him and enjoyed the comfort he gave me. I didn’t want to think about this anymore today. I only wanted to enjoy the day with my man.
“I have the biscuits and gravy for you, my dear and the French toast for you, sir.” Meredith said, setting our plates down. “How does everything look?”
“It’s perfect,” I said, grabbing my fork and digging in. Vincent laughed and Meredith walked off. We ate and kept a little small talk going in between bites. We both enjoyed the beautiful city view as we ate and poked at each other’s food.
Neither of us brought Lincoln back up, and I was fine with pushing that to the back of my head for another day.
“What else do you want to do today?” he asked.
I looked deep in thought, and he caught right on to my game.
“You know, I have to use the restroom, and I am afraid I may need your help.” I said.
He quickly yanked his wallet out, opened it, and threw a hundred dollar bill on the table. There was no way our meal cost that much, even at this place. With the fire brewing in his eyes, I knew he couldn’t wait a minute longer.
We both rose out of our chairs, and I grabbed the iPad because he would have left it. Taking my free hand, he practically dragged me into the restroom. The rooms were private, and he locked the door as he pressed me up against it. His right hand rested on my hip while the other hand braced his weight on the wall.
“Are you sure you want to do this here?” he asked.
I reached for the button on his jeans and popped it open. I slid the zipper down and rubbed on his erection as it strained through his underwear.
He did the same to my jeans and pulled them down. I stepped out of them, and stood there, pressed against the door, naked from the waist down. He dropped to his knees and lifted my left leg, draping it over his shoulder.
He left a trail of kisses along the inside of my thigh and all around my sex. He finally ended, licking down the center of my pussy. He slowly started flicking my clit with his tongue. It felt incredible. I pressed my body against the door and tightened my leg over his body. As he sucked and worked his expert lips on me, I twisted my fingers into his hair.
“Oh my God. That feels good.”
“You like that?” he said as he stopped to look up at me. I nodded my head, and he sank two fingers inside of me. I clenched my pussy around them, and I watched his face as he pleasured me; it made me want to come. He bit his bottom lip and tilted his head to the side. He looked so hot on his knees, moving his fingers in and out of me.
“Fuck, baby,” he said slowly pulling his fingers out of me. He looked into my eyes and sucked on them.
I was panting while watching him lick his own fingers. I was already so close to coming, and when he sank two of his adept fingers back inside of me and sucked on my clit, that pushed me over the edge. I came hard, convulsing around him. It took everything I had to stay quiet. Vincent slowed his fingers and removed his mouth. I looked down at him as he took them out of me and started rubbing large circles around my wet core.
I squirmed when the pleasure became too much. He looked into my eyes and stood up. He walked me over to the sink.
“Bend over and hold on. Whatever you do, don’t let go.”
I did as he asked and watched him in the reflection of the mirror as he slid his underwear down and pressed the head of his cock against me. Slowly, he rubbed himself on my sex while he gripped my hip with his free hand.
“Fuck, I love how wet your pussy is.”
I bit my lip to keep quiet. I wanted to cry out loud as he rubbed himself against me, up and down over and over.
“Don’t let go of the sink. Okay, baby?”
I nodded my head again still biting my lip, and he slid himself into me. Once he filled me, he circled his hips pushing and expanding, touching every inch inside of me. The feeling was amazing. I dropped my head and closed my eyes tightly as he slid out slowly and thrust back inside of me.
“Look at me, baby,” he demanded.
My head snapped up, and I locked eyes with him. His hair was messy and the small amount of facial hair I saw in the reflection was hot as hell. His brows were creased as he loved my body with his. He picked up speed and was pounding me. He showed no mercy, and I loved that. A sheen of sweat came across his forehead as he worked so hard to pleasure both of us. I clung to the sink with everything I had. The pressure from Vincent’s weight, gripping onto me and slamming into me, made me realize why he said to hold on and not let go.
My breathing was erratic, and I couldn’t help but whimper. I tipped my head back, making sure I kept my eyes locked with his. He grunted in a low tone and came inside of me, watching him let go sent me over. I bit my lip so hard I thought it was going to bleed. I kept my eyes open, which made the feeling that much more enjoyable. I wiggled back and forth as my body came violently. It was quiet, but strong. We both were breathing heavily, still looking at one another.
I pushed myself up to stand, and he wrapped his arms around my body, still inside of me.
“I love you, Vince.”
“I know. I love you, too.”
“Do you have to go into the office? You promised me we would have the whole week off,” I whined.
“I’m sorry, babe, but I have to go in for the staff meeting. We have a lot coming up next week and one of us needs to be there to be up to speed on things. Then I have a few things to take care of, and I’ll be home be this afternoon. I promise.”
“Well if you have to go, don’t you have anything else that you can wear?”
He looked down at himself, dressed in yet again another delicious three-piece suit. This one was navy with pinstripes, which he matched a checkered shirt and that damn purple tie with.
“Babe, I always wear suits to work.”
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�I don’t like it when I’m not there. Plus that suit’s different. What’s it even made out of?”
“It’s polyester, but it cost me over a grand, so I’m wearing it.”
“Isn’t Friday supposed to be casual at some offices?”
“Hah! Not ours, love. What are you going to do today?”
“I don’t know, lay around naked in your bed and touch myself.”
He came over to the bed and laid his full body on top of me, pressing me into the mattress. “You better put some clothes on this sexy little body of mine, and do not touch yourself unless I’m here. That’s my job.”
I rested my cheek on the mattress so I could see as much of his face as possible. His lips were parted, and I wanted his mouth on me.
“Fine. Maybe I’ll go joy riding in the Bugatti.”
“That sounds fun. Just stay out of trouble, okay?
“Okay. I miss you already.”
“I know. So do I,” he said and kissed me quickly.
He hopped off of me in his sexy suit, and walked out of the room. I got up and slid on his shirt that was lying on the floor. I kissed him good-bye and watched him drive off.
I went back into the house and grabbed my cell phone, heading out back to the pool. I sat on the ledge and dipped my feet in the warm water. What was I going to do today? Cara was off, so I’m sure she was down for anything. Then it hit me; I knew what I had to do. I wanted to do something for Vincent. After everything that he had given me it was my turn to return the favor.
I was going to move my stuff in today, as much of it as Cara and I could. I headed back inside to get dressed. I pulled on a pair of leggings and a hot pink tank top. I pulled my hair on top of my head in a messy bun and grabbed the keys to the Range Rover. As I pulled out of the driveway, I called Cara, she answered on the first ring.
“Good Morning, doll. Time to wakey-wakey,” I teased.
“Holy hell, what has you in such a good mood this morning? Did prince charming bang you already?”
“I need your help today.”
“What is it? It’s not like I have anything else to do today.”
“Vince just went to work, and I want to surprise him and move as much of my stuff into his place as I can.”
“Hallelujah! You’re finally making the right decision. Hell yeah, I will help you as long as I can keep living here rent free.”
“Of course you can. We’re never getting rid of that place. I’m on my way now. Can you start throwing some of my clothes into my luggage?”
“Sure thing. See you soon.”
I hung up and called C.J., I also needed his help. He didn’t answer. They must be in the meeting. Screw it. I wanted to handle this now so I could focus on packing and moving.
I called again. This time he answered. “Hey, is everything okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Please don’t tell Vince it’s me calling, okay?”
“Okay.”
“I need your help.”
“Can you hold on a moment?”
Crap. Maybe I should have waited or sent him a text.
“Sorry I had to step out of the staff meeting. So, I see that you’re now calling Kane, ‘Vince?’” he teased me.
I laughed a little. “Come on, C.J., don’t give me a hard time. You know we’re dating. I need your help today, please.”
“Fine.”
“I need you to keep Vince at work as long as you can and then text me when he leaves.”
“That’s it? You called me twice and interrupted our meeting to have me keep him at work? What are you up to?”
“Hey, I have a lot to do today. Are you going to help me, or not?”
“Yes, I’ll help you. And just so you know, Alexa, I’m really happy for the both of you.”
“Thanks C.J. I really owe you for this, I got to run.”
“No problem. I’ll text you later.”
I pulled up to the condo and backed the Range Rover into the driveway. I went inside, and my room already looked like a tornado had torn through it. Cara had almost emptied my entire closet into our suitcases.
“You’re amazing,” I said, giving her a hug as she walked out of the closet with an armful of clothes.
“You really owe me for this. You do realize that this is my one day off before I start my swing shift again?”
“You know I’ll pay you back. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” I said, hugging her.
I went into the bathroom and started to pack my toiletries. We worked for hours, and by the time I looked at the clock after we crammed the last bags into the Range Rover and Cara’s Audi, it was already noon. Vincent would be calling soon to tell me that he wouldn’t be able to make it home until later, so I wanted to get on the road to start unpacking. We locked up the condo and both hit the highway.
We pulled up to Vincent’s house—our house—in record time. I backed the SUV into the garage, and Cara pulled into the circular drive way.
“Holy shit, Lex! This is his house?”
I stood next to Cara and admired the beautiful home. “Yup, this is it. Come on, I’ll show you around before we unload the cars.”
Cara was just as amazed with the house as I was the first time I saw it. I never imagined I would be calling this my home.
The process of unloading the cars was exhausting. We brought everything into the bedroom, as that was where most of my stuff would be going.
The closet was made for two people, so there was plenty of room for my stuff. Cara unpacked and handed me the clothes. I went through them, hanging them where I wanted each item to go. After the addition of all of my clothes, shoes, and purses, it looked like a department store had vomited in his closet.
We decided to take a break and headed into the kitchen for a snack. We made a final game plan of how I would reveal it to him.
“You could always send him a text and say, ‘just so you know I moved in today. Make sure you keep the seat down.’”
I laughed and almost spit my sandwich out. “Cara that’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever said.”
“Whatever. Tell me what better ideas you have?”
“I don’t know, maybe I should’ve asked him first?”
“Are you kidding me? He is going to be ecstatic; I could only imagine his expression when you tell him? I know how you can tell him. You’re going to show him, not tell him.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“When he gets home, you can take him upstairs. As soon as he sees the bedroom, he will know something is up. Once he sees the closet he will know for sure, that you’ve moved in.”
“For once you have a terrific idea.”
“Shut up you snot, I have a lot of great ideas. Let’s finish before prince charming comes home.”
“Will you stop calling him that?”
“Why, he is your prince charming, right?”
She was right, but rather than argue I rolled my eyes at her and walked back upstairs. I didn’t realize how many items I had truly brought with me.
My phone buzzed, and I checked it to see that I had a text from C.J.
Vince, as you call him, is on his way. I kept him as long as I could, but he was anxious to get out of here. I wonder why?
I texted back:
Thanks so much. I owe you!
“That was C.J., Vince is on his way. We scrambled to collect the suitcases and get them loaded in Cara’s car. My phone rang, and it was Vince.
“Hey baby, I’m on my way home now. I’m so sorry I had to work so long.”
“It’s okay. I understand.”
“How was your day?”
“It was good. I just hung out with Cara.”
“Good. What did you guys do?”
“Nothing much. I’ll tell you about it later.”
“Okay, I’ll see you soon. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I hung up and turned to Cara. Her jaw was practically on the floor.
“You may want to pick up your jaw,” I said.<
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“I’m sorry. Did you just say ‘I love you too?’”
“Yeah, so?”
“Why didn’t you tell me you guys had said the L word? That’s a huge deal.”
“It just happened. I was going to tell you, I promise, but I got so preoccupied that is slipped my mind. Do you really think I would have moved in here had I not been in love with him?”
“Well, I’m really happy for you Lex. He’s an amazing guy.”
We moved outside and crammed the last suitcase into her car, Vincent pulled up as she slammed the trunk.
“I can’t thank you enough for helping me today.”
She hugged me tightly. “It was my pleasure. I’m so happy for you, Lex.”
Vincent parked his car in the driveway, not bothering to open the garage. He got out and headed straight towards me, all confident, sexy, and mine.
“Hi, prince charming. You’re looking fancy in that suit today,” Cara joked.
“Hello to you as well. What is it with everyone and this suit?” he asked.
She laughed. “Well, I better get going. Lex, thanks for a fun day. I’ll talk to you later.”
“What did you guys do today?” he asked.
Cara and I exchanged a nervous glance. “Nothing much. Boring girl stuff,” I said.
Cara winked at me and walked to her car. We waved to her as she sped off. I turned and looked at Vincent, he was staring in to me with pure love. I couldn’t believe I was standing with him in front of our home.
I didn’t feel nervous about showing him I had moved in. I felt happy and excited.
“You look stunning today,” he said.
I looked down at myself in a dirty tank top, leggings, and tennis shoes. That is why I loved him. He saw my beauty from the inside, and he wasn’t just saying the words, I know he truly believed I looked stunning.
“Thanks, babe. You don’t look too bad yourself.”
He laughed and wrapped his arms around me, kissing my neck. “Why are you sweaty? What were you girls doing?”
“Nothing. Come on, let’s get out of the front yard before I rip that suit off of you right here.”
I grabbed his hand and walked up to the front door. I led him up the stairs to our bedroom. When we stepped inside, he froze. He looked at my favorite blanket laid across the end of the bed, then at my nightstand where I added my iPad charger, my favorite lotion, and a photo of us. He turned to me with excitement in his eyes.