Blackwater 2 - Vance's rules (10 page)

“I’m never too tired for you. Never,” she said, meaning it. Vance was better than caffeine: one touch and she was alert and raring to go. She placed her hand on his cheek and felt little flecks of sawdust and his five o’clock shadow beneath her fingers. The smell of paint lingered in the air between them. It permeated their clothes. Shayla knew they should shower first, but she didn’t want to wait another second. She wanted Vance naked. Every, smooth, solid inch of him on display for her to stroke and kiss.

“I’ve wanted to do this all damn day, honey,” he whispered as he pulled her over to the bed.

Shayla’s hands had a mind of their own, it seemed, skating over the hard, muscular length of Vance’s shoulders and back. Their clothes somehow disappeared, and Vance’s strong hands clutched her tightly against him. Vance’s hard cock against her belly had her mind going utterly blank. When her legs quivered, she felt her body being lifted as Vance cradled her in his arms and pressed his lips to hers. Her bones melted. He never removed his mouth from hers as he placed her in the center of the bed. He angled his head as if attempting to get a better taste of her, before pulling back a mere inch.

She felt bereft without his touch. It scared her to think he’d gotten under her skin so fast. Shayla hadn’t anticipated how fulfilling it would be to have Vance back in her life. Today, she’d been surrounded by his family, and it’d seemed like a piece of her life had fallen into place. After so many years without Vance, it was almost too much to take in, but God, how she’d missed his playfulness.

When Vance had included her in the fun as they’d worked side by side, Shayla had felt right at home. The Jennings family could be an overwhelming bunch to a woman who’d grown up veritably alone the way she had, but Shayla adored every second spent in their company. And having Vance’s full attention now sent a zing of pleasure through her.

With a swiftness that surprised her, Vance came down on the bed and lay down next to her. A pair of large, calloused hands grasped her around the waist, pulling her up and sitting her down on top of him in one smooth motion. At once, Shayla felt totally exposed.

He seemed to sense her nervous jitters. “You’re beautiful, Shayla,” he murmured. “I want to watch you this time.” She started to say something, anything, but Vance hushed her with a finger to her kiss-swollen lips. “You can be the one to run the show when we’re in this position. Wouldn’t you like that?”

To be in control of the powerful Vance Jennings? Yeah, Shayla liked the idea a lot. When his arousal pushed at the cleft of her bottom, a little thrill ran through her. He was hard for her. She wanted to think that no other woman could do that to Vance, but she knew she’d be kidding herself. Still, she could pretend.

Shayla wiggled her hips, and the sound of her name came from somewhere deep inside of Vance. The sight of him beneath her held her spellbound. A sexy dusting of dark curly hair sprinkled his muscular chest, and his six-pack abs made her anxious to dance her fingers across every hard inch of him. As her gaze wandered lower, she took in the enticing trail of hair that brought her to his cock, which stood out from his body, a long, thick length of steel that had Shayla’s mouth watering. When she glanced into his hazel eyes, they darkened with the fire burning bright inside him. She watched his lips thin as if he wasn’t too sure about letting her be in charge all of a sudden.

“Are you certain you wouldn’t rather be on top?” she offered. “I don’t mind.” He was such a sexual man, meeting his needs suddenly seemed like a major undertaking. She didn’t know if she had it in her to please him.

“I’m sure,” he said in a rough voice. “I like seeing your pretty body perched on top of me. I’m free to explore this way.”

When Vance’s hands closed over her breasts and massaged, Shayla became lost to the sensation of his work-scarred palms teasing her sensitive nipples. She closed her eyes and began to move her hips back and forth, slowly at first, enjoying the feel of his hard cock nestled between her buttocks. Bracing herself on his chest, she rolled her hips back and forth, clenching her thighs around him. Vance growled low in his throat and moved his hands to her ass cheeks. He squeezed and tore a moan from deep within Shayla. She opened her eyes again and bent down far enough that her nipples grazed his chest hair. The dark curls rasped them to taut peaks.

“Kiss me, honey,” Vance urged.

Unable to deny him a single thing, Shayla brought her mouth to his and licked at his full lower lip. God, no man should have a mouth so beautiful. Her teeth nibbled at the satiny skin, and his arms came around her and crushed her to him. She felt herself spiraling out of control, felt Vance’s instinctive need to dominate boiling to the surface. He was more demanding, and definitely rougher than before. The grown-up Vance had a wild side, and it turned Shayla on something fierce. Her passion burned hotter as she gave herself freedom to do the things she’d dreamed of for so many years.

Shayla rose up a fraction and gazed into his heavy-lidded eyes. “I want to taste more of you,” she said. “Please.”

As if not trusting himself to speak, Vance nodded. She lowered her head to his chest and tasted his salty skin. He was so deliciously male, Shayla knew she’d never get enough. Her tongue darted out and laved his nipple. Her fingers curled in his chest hair, and she tugged a little. He groaned, and Shayla smiled. She slid down his body, oblivious to her own nudity now, and kissed his flat, rock-hard abs. She ran her hands over his steely chest and his thick biceps. Shayla had a need to touch him everywhere at once, to memorize every line and angle.

When she reached his cock, Shayla looked up the length of him and saw the raw need in his gaze as he watched her, his entire body still and tense. She swept her hair out of the way and lowered her head. Without breaking eye contact, Shayla grasped him in her hand and squeezed.

“Fuck yeah,” he growled.

Her tongue darted out to taste his dripping wet tip. A sense of feminine excitement ran through her when she saw the look of pure pleasure on Vance’s face.

His hands came up and burrowed in her hair, pulling her head onto his cock a little more. Soon, Shayla had half his length inside her mouth. She sucked, hollowing her cheeks, and Vance cursed. Without warning, he pulled her upward until she was once again seated on top of him.

Curious if she’d done something wrong, Shayla asked, “Didn’t you like it?”

Vance tapped her nose. “Another few seconds and I would’ve been fucking that hot mouth of yours.”

As his words registered, Shayla decided to tease him a little. “So on a scale of one to ten, I’m a ten. Is that what you’re saying?”

He chuckled. “You’re a twenty, beautiful, believe me,” he murmured. “But I want to be inside you. Deep. You going to make me beg?”

She smiled, enjoying her role as master a little too much. “Vance Jennings would never beg, but it might be fun to try.”

He closed his eyes as if in torment. “You’re a witch. An evil one too.”

She laughed. “If I were a witch, I’d totally use my powers for good.”

His gaze landed on her again, and he took hold of her hips and lifted her into the air as if she weighed nothing. “In that case, use them to guide my cock inside that pretty pussy.”

When Shayla took his hard, thick length in her hand and guided him to her entrance, all teasing fled. She’d managed only an inch before he stopped her.

“Are you sore from earlier?” He frowned. “I was pretty rough with you.”

It touched her heart that he was willing to see to her comfort, but her body hungered for him. She ached to feel the delicious width of his cock stretching her pussy as he drove himself deep. A rush of heat swept through her and her voice was unsteady when she said, “I’ll only be sore if you stop. I need you, Vance. So badly.”

He appeared to consider that a minute. Finally, he whispered, “At the slightest twinge of discomfort, we stop.”

She nodded, then moved her hips until her pussy clasped every inch of his hard length. “You fill me up.” She moaned. “As if we were made for each other.”

“Christ, you’re tight,” he growled. “Fuck me, Shay.”

Shayla could tell that Vance wanted to change their positions. Wanted to be the one in control. But he was determined to allow her to have her way. He stayed put, and Shayla loved him all the more for his restraint.

She moaned and placed her hands on his chest for support, then pushed herself onto his cock.

“God damn,” Vance groaned.

Shayla whimpered and began moving up and down, fucking him, driving his cock deep, then back out again. “Ah, Van,” she breathed out.

“You want my come filling this beautiful pussy, honey?” Vance said as he reached between them and toyed with her clit.

“Oh yes. Now, Vance,” Shayla said, knowing she only had seconds before she flew right over the edge.

Shayla arched her back, and the action forced his cock deeper. Vance pinched her clitoris, then flicked it back and forth with his finger. “Let go, beautiful, I’ve got you,” he softly ordered.

Shayla lifted, then thrust against him once more. Her inner muscles clamped on to his cock, and her passion rose to new heights. As Vance plucked at her little nub, her breaths quickened, and she moved faster. Skin slapped against skin as their movements became frenzied. When Vance glided his thumb over her clit once more, Shayla flew apart. Her orgasm sent her rocketing into outer space.

After the last throb of her release began to ebb, Shayla collapsed on top of him. Vance clutched her hips in his strong grasp and whispered against her ear, “You’re mine, Shay. Only I get to see you like this.”

The declaration had Shayla lifting her head and staring into his dark eyes. He pushed his hips upward, taking over their lovemaking. He thrust into her, fast and hard. All too quickly, he exploded inside her and filled her up with hot jets of his come.

They were both breathing heavily and their bodies were slick with sweat, but as Vance wrapped his arms around her rib cage and held her against him, Shayla knew there was no place she’d rather be.

Oh, God, she was in so deep. She loved Vance. Truly, madly and forever. He’d always been her one and only. Why hadn’t she seen that until now? Sure, she’d come back to Blackwater to take back what her father had ripped away from her, but she’d also come back for Vance. She’d desperately wanted a fresh start. Things were happening too fast, though; they’d only just begun to mend their fractured relationship.

Fear rose up at the knowledge that Vance might never be able to give her what she truly craved—his whole self. As she rested her head against his chest and heard the rapid beating of his heart, she knew she’d given him her heart years ago. It was too late to take it back now.

They were quiet awhile, both of them simply soaking in the moment. “Shay?” Vance said, his voice low and rough.

“Yeah?” she replied without lifting her head.

“What I said, about you belonging to me… I meant it.”

Shayla decided if she was ever going to have the strength to say the three little words, now was the time. Vance might not want to hear them, and it was way too soon for such deep feelings, but the heart wants what the heart wants. There was no going back now.

She lifted her head and stared into his eyes, then murmured, “I love you.”

He stared at her as if she’d lost her mind. “Love?”

Oops. The incredulous tone didn’t bode well. “Yes,” she said, even though she suspected Vance was about to break her heart.

“It’s too early to know if what you’re feeling is love, honey,” he said in a tender voice. “We care about each other, and the chemistry is definitely there, but is that really love?”

Tears stung her eyes. She’d known. Deep down Shayla had known Vance would buck at the notion of having something deeper with her. She’d hurt him too deeply when she’d dumped him. It didn’t matter that she’d had a good reason or that she’d been forced by her father; Vance had still been left bleeding. Shayla feared he might never let down the walls he’d erected around his heart.

“I know what I feel, and it isn’t chemistry. This isn’t about having a good time together either. I’ve always loved you, Vance. The years apart didn’t change a thing.” To heck with it. He might want to backpedal, but Shayla knew her own heart, and tiptoeing around it wasn’t going to change how she felt.

Vance shifted them until they lay spoon-fashion. He pulled her in close, and she cozied her bottom against his groin, content for now to lie next to him. He placed a possessive arm over her stomach and said, “You might know what you feel, honey, but I need a little time to process.” He paused, then added, “And since you’re back in Blackwater for good, there’s no reason to rush, right?”

“It seems to me like you’re dodging the subject,” she said as she caressed his arm.

“No, I’m resting up for round two. There’s a difference.”

Good heavens, round two?
“You couldn’t possibly…”

“Oh, I can,” he whispered against the top of her head. “Do you remember that time we went to the drive-in movies? I believe there was a round two and three that night.”

“I remember.” Shayla was thrown back in time as she recalled the night Vance had taken her to the drive-in for the first time. “I had to lie to my dad.”

“You did?”

“Uh-huh. I told him I was with a friend. Otherwise he never would’ve let me go.”