The Vincent Boys Collection

by Abbi Glines

  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.”

  Shaking my head, I stifled a giggle. “No way. You tried that once, and I ended up with ten stitches in my head.”

  Sawyer rubbed his hand gently over the back of my head. I’d sliced it open on a rock; I was ten and I’d panicked. When Sawyer had said, “Let go of the rope—now,” it had taken me a few seconds to obey. Those few seconds were the difference between me landing in the deep water and me landing on the edge of the shore. I never tried that swing again.

  “I promise I won’t let you get hurt this time. Besides, I was like ten. I sucked at teaching people things. I’m so much better now.” He squeezed my hand and brought it to his lips before leading me out toward the lake.

  Laughter and squealing traveled loud and clear across the water. At least twenty or so people were already there. It was supposed to have been the last party at the lake before everyone went off to college. I’d never been down here with more than just Sawyer, Ashton, and Beau. Girls were lying out on the pier, guys were climbing the tree to do dangerous tricks off the rope swing, and not one person had a beer in their hands. It was a miracle.

  “You’re really not going to go on that rope with me?” Sawyer asked. “I’ll hold the rope; you hold me. And no flips.”

  “You promise no flips?” I asked him, watching his face for any sign of a fib.

  “Promise,” he assured me, reaching for the hem of my shirt and pulling it off.

  He stopped and held it in his hand, staring at the bikini I’d bought only because Jewel begged me to. It wasn’t something I’d normally wear, but I figured if I was coming to Sawyer Vincent’s lake party as his date, I needed to be able to keep his attention as the other bikini-clad girls ran around. Especially Ashton. When I’d seen the red bikini she’d laid out to wear, I knew I had to step up my game.

  “Uh, would you consider putting this shirt back on?” he asked me as he started to put it back over my head.

  I reached up and stopped him. “No, Sawyer, stop.”

  He stepped in closer and frowned down at me. “There isn’t a lot to this swimsuit, Lana.”

  I glanced around and took note of all the other swimsuits girls were wearing. Mine was not even one of the skimpiest. Turning my attention back to him, I took the shirt out of his hand.

  “It’s called a bikini, Sawyer. If you look around, you’ll notice a lot of them. We girls tend to wear them when we swim.” My voice dripped with sarcasm.

  “I’m aware of that, Lana, but I don’t like the idea of everyone seeing so much of you. This thing barely covers up your boobs. I’m scared to see how much of your sexy ass it shows off.”

  Oh. He was jealous.

  “My bottom is covered.” I turned around and shimmied out of my cut-off blue jean shorts, my butt facing in his direction.

  “Ah, hell,” he said with a groan, and reached out and pulled me back toward him. “Could you at least not do that little booty shaking thing with little pieces of fabric being your only cover?”

  I couldn’t help it. I laughed.

  “You think this is funny?” he whispered, resting his hands on my waist.

  “I think it’s hilarious,” I replied, turning around to press a kiss on his pouty lips. He really was very unhappy about this bikini. “Come on, I thought we were going to do the rope swing.”

  His frown deepened. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea. One of those tiny strips of material may fall off on impact.”

  Rolling my eyes, I reached for his hand and pulled him toward the tree. “You’re being ridiculous, Sawyer. Come on.”

  Muttering under his breath, he followed me to the tree. He went behind me, his hands on my bottom. I wasn’t sure if he was helping me up or trying to cover me up. Either way, it was cute.

  Once we made our way out onto the limb, a guy I didn’t know threw the rope back toward Sawyer and I realized I might have spoken too soon. It was terrifying from up here.

  “Don’t look down,” Sawyer directed as he held on to my waist and moved in front of me so he could grab the rope. He squatted down. “Steady yourself by holding on to my shoulders. Then wrap your legs around my waist.”

  I studied his back and wondered if it would be that big of a deal if I just went back down the tree the dry way.

  Sawyer glanced back at me. “Come on, Lana. I got this. You’ll be fine.”

  I wasn’t so sure about the “fine” part, but I gave in and did as instructed.

  Sawyer stood up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and closed my eyes.

  “Take one of your arms and put it under mine. If you do it this way, you’re going to choke me to death,” he instructed with an amused tone.

  I hadn’t thought of that. I guessed that it might be a bad idea. I gripped his shoulder tightly with one hand as I slid the other one under his arm. I stretched both my arms until I could clench my hands and tighten my hold on Sawyer’s body.

  “Perfect. Now hold on, baby, ’cause here we go.” On his last word, we were airborne.

  I opened my eyes just in time to see him let go of the rope, and I closed them back again, squealing as we plummeted toward the water.

  The lake water wasn’t as cold as I’d expected when we dropped down into it. I was extremely grateful. I released Sawyer and kicked my legs, pushing my way back toward the surface. It was then that I noticed my bottoms had slipped down underneath my butt. Reaching down and tugging them up, I was glad Sawyer wouldn’t know he’d been partially right about my swimsuit coming off during impact.

  Sawyer’s head emerged a few seconds after mine, and he was grinning like an idiot.

  “What?” I asked.

  He winked as he reached over and pulled me up against him. “I can see real good under this water,” he murmured, and understanding dawned on me.

  I slapped him on the arm. He laughed, then dropped a quick kiss on my lips.

  “Wanna go again?” he asked with a smirk.

  Chapter 18

  SAWYER

  After a week of dates with Lana—either at my house, at the field party, or at Hank’s—it was time I took her somewhere nice. She never complained and was open to anything I suggested. Even the other day, when I’d asked if she’d wanted to go with me to pick out stuff for my dorm room, she’d happily gone with me. Granted, I had to rein her in on her decorating ideas. I was a guy, and my curtains and quilts didn’t need to match. I just needed something dark enough to block out the sun on mornings I might actually get to sleep in.

  That day I’d decided to surprise her with a trip to New Orleans. It was a two-hour drive from Grove. The only info I’d given her was that she needed to wear a sundress and comfortable shoes. The restaurant I was taking her to that night was too nice for shorts and required a little bit of a dressier loo
k. We’d be doing a good amount of walking the streets, too. As much as I loved her legs in heels, I didn’t figure she’d thank me for not warning her about the walking.

  I couldn’t think of a time I’d been this anxious to see someone. She’d fallen asleep in my arms last night, and I’d had to sneak out the window in Ashton’s room that Beau had used many times when we were kids.

  I pressed the button on the garage door opener and started to back out when my eyes landed on Ashton standing in front of her Jetta directly behind me. Opening my truck door, I stepped out and walked out to where she was standing.

  Tears were streaming down her face and her shoulders were shaking with loud sobs. What the hell?

  “Ash, what’s wrong? Is Lana okay?” My heart constricted. Why else would Ash be in my driveway crying like someone was dead? God, please tell me Lana is okay. I’d just left her in her bed a few hours ago. She’d been fine.

  “Ash, tell me what’s wrong now.” I felt my throat tighten up, and I resisted the urge to grab her shoulders and shake her. I needed her to speak.

  “Lana is fine.” She sobbed, and I took a deep gulp of air as my panic eased off. This wasn’t about Lana. I could calm down.

  “Thank God,” I said breathlessly.

  “It’s Beau—He . . . He . . . ” She burst into tears again.

  “Is Beau okay?” I asked, and she shoved Beau’s cell phone into my hands.

  “Just read that text,” she said, wailing.

  Read what text? Shaking my head, I looked down at Beau’s phone. The text that had Ashton all upset was already opened on the screen.

  Sugar: Hey sexy. I had a blast dancing with you last week. And you owe me one more game of pool. That was an unfair game, and you know it. You distracted me. So you find another night away from that ball and chain of yours and get your gorgeous ass back to the bar next weekend when I’m back in town. XOXO.