Vincent (27 page)

Chapter Fifty

That Escalated Quickly

Lake and Elle looked at each other, blushing when the doors to the elevator came to a close. The sexual tension between them all stayed high even during the long car ride back. Since they were finally close to being home, it was very obvious what was going to happen when they went their separate ways and the doors came to a close.

Vincent pulled her closer to him and tugged at her hair so he could bite her bottom lip, his other hand going to her butt, slightly raising the back of her dress.

She bit his lip back. “Did Lucca tell you where we were?”

Elle pulled her mouth away from Nero’s, wanting to know, as well.

He slapped her butt. “Yes, and what did I tell you about getting in the middle between him and Chloe?”

Lake looked over at Elle, totally ignoring his last comment. “I’m officially Team Amo.”

“One hundred percent,” Elle agreed.

“Keep her over there. She’s fucking rubbing off,” Nero said, giving a shooing motion to get back.

Hey!

When the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened, Nero quickly pulled Elle off, whispering, “Thank God,” under his breath.

Vincent pulled Lake off the elevator, his hand remaining on her ass.

Going to their doors, Vincent and Nero both hurriedly tried to unlock them.

Lake and Elle looked at each other, blushing again and trying not to laugh at the two attempting to get the doors open.

“Remember what I said about letting him … you know,” Elle whispered to her.

Nope.
“Still not happening,”

Nero was the first to finally manage to find his key and get the door opened.

“See you tomorrow, Elle.” Lake laughed when Nero grabbed Elle’s hand and pulled her inside.

“Hell no.” Nero slammed the door shut.

Lake’s hand was quickly grabbed and she was jerked inside, making her forget about yelling at Nero through the door.

Vincent pushed her against the door, closing his mouth over hers and kissing her hard. His hand moved to her pussy, rubbing her through her panties once again.

She grabbed his jacket, pulling him closer and pressing her body onto his hand, wanting more. Mimicking what he usually did, she used her tongue to get his out so she could suck it hard into her mouth.

He groaned before he pulled away and leaned down, pulling her over his shoulder.

“Vincent, what are you doing?” she screamed when he stood and quickly began walking through the house. She tried to stay still when he started walking up the steps, afraid he might drop her.

“About to fuck you.” He slapped her exposed ass, which was over his shoulder.

She gasped when he threw her down onto the bed before pulling down her panties and quickly tossing them across the room. Watching him hastily take off his clothes, she was a little disappointed. She had wanted to do it while she took her time kissing and exploring his body. He was rushing too much for that to happen, though, and by the semi-crazed look on his face, he was barely holding it together.

He threw his shirt to the ground as he stared down at her. “You’re going to let me taste that sweet pussy.”

Lake tried to back up on the bed. “V-Vincent, you’re going too fast.”

“Baby, this is me going slow.” He planted another kiss on her lips then quickly spread her legs, making her dress come up over her hips. Leaving her hot mouth, he placed kisses on the inside of her thighs.

Looking down at him edging closer to her sex, she could feel the wetness begin to pool between her legs. Her chest grew heavy in anticipation. The last thing she expected was him doing—her mouth fell open and all thought was lost when his tongue traced over her folds.

After his teases of light licks and kisses, he placed his tongue at the bottom of her pussy then licked up.

“You taste fucking delicious.”

Lake’s legs instinctively tried to close when his tongue slid into her pussy, unable to take the erotic sensation. However, he forced her thighs back down and held them wider for him to nuzzle deeper into her folds. The long strokes continued as he worked deeper into her crevice. Her head fell back, whimpering loudly when he wiggled his tongue inside of her deeply.

Smiling against her, pleased with himself, Vincent latched onto her clit and sucked the small bud into his mouth.

She reached for him, grabbing a handful of his hair in her hands and pulling. “Vincent!” she said with a moan. His tight suction on her clit was going to make her orgasm any second.

He lapped at her one last time before he rose and yanked off his pants, groaning when the cold air hit his hard length.

When he reached out and grabbed her ankles then slowly started pulling her down to the edge of the bed, one thought crossed her mind:
He’s going to fucking kill me, isn’t he?

Grabbing onto her stiletto heels, he pulled them up in the air and lightly kissed her right foot when her ass reached the end of the bed.

“You are so goddamn hot.”

“Fuc—” she screamed, covering her mouth when he spread her legs apart then buried his dick inside of her in one swift and precise movement.

He held his dick there for a moment, holding her still by her thighs, letting her adjust to his size before he slid halfway out then back in. His thrusts were long and slow starting out yet quickly sped up as they both were teetering on the edge after such a long build-up.

“Harder,” she moaned, wanting him somehow deeper inside her, unable to match his thrusts in that position.

One of his hands moved from her thigh and pulled down the top of her dress, exposing her breasts. He squeezed one as he held her thigh tighter, picking up his speed while thrusting harder and harder into her pussy.

“Fuck, baby, come for me,” he groaned, pinching her nipple.

That was all Lake needed to lose all control, the orgasm racking her body and causing her pussy to spasm over his cock, which sent him over the edge, too.

She bit her finger, trying to hush her screams as his thrusts continued, both of them shaking as their orgasms tore through.

Her eyes fell closed from her haze.
He
is
trying to kill me.

After a moment of attempting to regain his breath, he went for the dress tangled around her hips, making her sit up so he could pull it over her head. Then he kissed her mouth, sliding his tongue inside to claim another part of her.

“I love you so fucking much.”

Lake’s heart ached when he spoke those words again to her then climbed into the bed, pulling her to his chest. Something still kept her from saying it, unsure if the lust and the fucking between them had caused her to like him more than she usually did.

Something also scared her, as the first time they had fucked had been much tamer than this time. His other side was slowly starting to come out, but she could see him fight and torture himself to keep it at bay. Lake knew he didn’t want his dark side to come out on her any more than she did, showing how much he truly loved and cared for her. However, with how fast that had escalated since the last time, she didn’t know how many more times they could fuck before Elle’s words became true.

“Vincent…” She bit her lip, turning over onto her back to look at him. Something else had been bothering her, and she didn’t know how to say it other than simply coming out with it. “How can you love me? I’m not Italian.”

“So? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He looked at her in confusion.

“I just thought you would only want to be with someone who had Italian blood, because of the family and their rule of only Italians being made. It was stupid to ask. I mean, we haven’t even been together…” Her voice trailed off before she shut her mouth and turned back on her side.

She shouldn’t have asked him that. He had said he loved her, not that he wanted to marry her. Still, she couldn’t see Vincent with anyone except his own kind for life as the Family was everything to him. He would want his son to be made, if he had any in the future.
That’s how the Vitale’s work, and I would taint them.

Vincent turned her back to look at him, clearly understanding where she was going with this. “You do know Nero’s mother wasn’t Italian? The rule of only being Italian has become more lenient in the Family. You used to have to be a hundred percent Italian to be made, but that’s just not realistic anymore. Now you just have to be of Italian descent.”

“Really?” she asked, trying to make it seem like it wasn’t such a big deal to her.

“Yes.” He kissed her before he rolled her back on her side. “Having the last name Vitale makes you Italian enough.”

Lake smiled at his words as she started to drift off to sleep in his arms, her sleepiness revealing her thoughts. “Don’t leave me in the morning. I hate not waking up beside you.”

He pulled her naked body closer to him. “I won’t, baby. Not anymore.”

Chapter
Fifty-One

The Peanut Butter To Her Jelly, The Chip To Her Dip, The Pop To Her Tart

Rolling over when the grogginess of her sleep started to wear off, she ran into a hard body. It was the first time ever she had woken up beside him, proving how far their relationship had come. Lake swallowed the lump in her throat, looking at perfect, sleeping Vincent.

Oh, shit.

Vincent sleepily moved her closer to him by pulling her halfway under his naked body.

She tried to wiggle out from underneath his arm, her thoughts on their relationship too much, but his body had her pinned.

“Go back to sleep,” Vincent grumbled when she didn’t try to give up.

“No, I need”—she strained, trying to push him off her—“to get up.”

He didn’t budge. “No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do!”

“No.”

Lake sighed. “Vincent, I need to see Adalyn and tell her what a terrible best friend I am.”

Leaning up, he looked down at her, still pinning her with his body so she couldn’t get free. “So, you’re a terrible best friend just because you fucked her brother? Twice?”

“Oh, my God.” Lake covered her eyes. Hearing it out loud made it that much worse.
Worst best fucking friend ever.

“Shit happens.” He uncovered her eyes, taking her hands and pinning them to the mattress above her. “And, Lake, I didn’t exactly make it easy on you
not
to fuck me, so blame it on me.”

She stared up at him, wondering how in the world it didn’t faze him that he had slept with his sister’s best friend. “So, you don’t feel bad at all for what happened between us?”

“Am I sorry that I love you and I love fucking you? Fuck no.”

Damn, when you put it like that…
Okay, maybe from Vincent’s standpoint it wasn’t that bad, because well, he was Vincent, and the things he did were iffy anyways. Not to mention, he was Adalyn’s brother, and she would always forgive him.

He leaned back down, biting the chubby part of her lip. “We can make it three times real quick.”

“No!” She squeezed herself out from under him as fast as she could before her mind changed. “I’m already going to Hell, and I’d like it if Adalyn wasn’t the one to send me there.”

Vincent grumbled, getting out of bed. “Well, hurry the fuck up and get dressed. I’m not having my sister cock-block me. If I want to fuck you, I’m going to fuck you.”

The fact that his asshole statement turned her on proved she was in too deep with him.

I’m so fucked.

*  *  *

“Where’s Adalyn?” Lake asked Vincent’s mother and Adalyn’s father who were sitting in the living room, watching TV.

Carla smiled. “She’s upstairs in her room. It’s good to see you, sweetheart.”

She smiled back, feeling anxious about facing her best friend for the first time in what seemed like forever.

“Do you want me to go with you?” Vincent asked, taking her hand in comfort.

She shook her head, looking at the ground. “No, I should do it alone.”

Heading up the stairs, she heard Carla’s worried tone ask what was wrong.

Vincent plopped down on the couch, putting his feet on the table. “Nothing’s wrong. Lake’s just going to tell her that she’s my girlfriend, and she lives with me.”

She froze when she heard the gasps.
Dammit, Vincent!
He had no shame.

Making herself go to Adalyn’s door since turning back to face Vincent’s mother was just as scary, she forced herself to knock then go inside.

Adalyn practically screamed then jumped up from her bed, giving Lake a death grip of a hug. “Where the hell have you been!” She slapped at her arm before giving her another hug.

Lake hugged her back one last time, sure their friendship would be over. “Um, I need to tell you something.”

“Yeah, you do! You need to tell me why you disappeared for over a month without returning any of my calls and texts.” Adalyn slapped her arm again.

“Let’s sit down.” She sat on her bed and Adalyn plopped down beside her, giving her a curious yet still mad look.

Lake bit her lip, not knowing where to start.
The beginning. She needs to hear all of it.

“The day after Nero’s graduation party, I found out my father owed Dante a lot of money, and he was going to hurt him. So, I did the only thing I knew to do and offered to pay him back. I gave him all of my college fund money, but that wasn’t enough, so we worked out a deal that I would work for him.”

She took a breath, her vision starting to become blurry. “The job wasn’t exactly legal, and I wasn’t proud of what I was doing. I was so embarrassed, and that’s why I couldn’t tell you.” She wiped at a tear that strolled down her face.

“Then Vincent found out, and he helped me for a month to get out of debt with Dante. We became”—she didn’t know how to tell her the next words—“close. I didn’t mean or even want for it to happen, but it did, and that’s why I kept away from you. I couldn’t face you. You are my best friend, Adalyn, and I feel like I betrayed you. I’m so sorry.”

“Sooo”—Adalyn raised her eyebrow— “does this mean you’re not going off to college now?”

“Adalyn, did you even hear me? Me and Vincent are together.” She wanted to shake some sense in her.
Punch me in the face or something!

Adalyn shrugged. “Well, I knew it was going to happen eventually.”

Huh?
“You knew?”

“Yes, I’m not stupid. I figured something happened that night we went to Poison, and you refused to tell me.” Adalyn raised her hand. “By the way, you can keep that to yourself now. I don’t need to know what happened.”

Lake blushed a little before she took her in for a hug. “You’re the bestest friend I could ask for, and I don’t deserve you.”

“Oh, hush.” Adalyn hugged her back. “You didn’t answer me. Are you still leaving for college?”

She fell back on her bed, sighing. “I haven’t made up my mind yet.”

Vincent’s deal with her was that if she came back, he would let her leave and go to any college she wanted, no matter how far. The fact that he had said that to her showed her how selfless he was, and it made her heart ache in a way which scared her shitless.

Adalyn fell back on the bed beside her. Lake knew what she was thinking about—the two had been friends for so long it wasn’t hard at this point to tell.

“Do you love him?”

“I don’t know,” she whispered.

Adalyn looked away from the ceiling to face her. “I guess it
would
be hard to. He
is
a dick.”

Lake busted out laughing, and then Adalyn quickly followed. The two were both cracking up to the point they laughed so hard and for so long they forgot what had made them start the first place.

Adalyn was the peanut butter to her jelly, the chip to her dip, the pop to her tart.
It feels good to see my best friend again.

The two talked about everything they had missed from each other’s lives for what seemed like hours, and Lake wasn’t ready for it to end anytime soon. Vincent and Nero had to work again that night in the casino to make up for missing the night before. If she wasn’t going to be able to distract herself from that fact by having fun out, she was going to bring the fun to her.

Lake smiled at her, her wheels turning for what to do tonight.

“You are not going to believe who lives beside Vincent.”

“Who?” Adalyn asked.

“Elle. Do you want to come over and hang out with me and her while Nero and Vincent go to work?”

Nero isn’t going to like me very much.

Adalyn was already excited. “Oh, my gosh, yes! We should invite Maria and Chloe, too.”

“You’re a genius, Adalyn.” Lake laughed mischievously, going through her contact list and pressing ‘call’ over Elle’s name.

Nero is going to hate my fucking guts.