Tempting BAD: VIP Spin Off (31 page)

“What time is it?” she groggily asked.

I looked at my watch. “Six in the evening.”

“Shit… I don’t remember the last time I slept so long.”

I couldn’t either. I hadn’t slept for more than three or four hours since I was sixteen. I had no nightmares… nothing. Just solid; uninterrupted sleep. I kissed the top of her head, thinking about what the fortuneteller had shared with me.

“She’s the quiet to your storm.”

“You’re so warm,” she stated, taking me away from my thoughts.

“My body temperature runs higher than normal people.”

She looked up at me, smiling. “Like Jacob.”

I lowered my eyebrows. “Jacob?”

She laughed, knowing that I was getting pissed at the fact that she was mentioning another man’s name, while still in my arms.

“From Twilight. The werewolf. You kind of look like him. I was always Team Jacob.”

I laughed so hard my head fell back into the pillow. “Wow… I was not expecting that one.” 

“Just saying,” she giggled.

I wanted to hear more of that sound, so I tickled her and she started screaming, laughing, and kicking; moving around frantically.

“Stop! Oh my God, stop! I have to pee! You’re going to make me pee in my bed!”

I laughed louder and harder, my stomach hurt. I let up on her and she was able to pull away from my grasp and jumped off the bed.

“You’re an asshole! You almost made me pee myself!” she yelled, stomping off to go to the bathroom.

I held my stomach and I had calmed down by the time she came back. I smacked her ass as I made my way to the bathroom. When I walked out, she was laying on the bed looking through her phone.

“I used your toothbrush.”

Her face scrunched up. “Eww…”

I grinned, sitting at the edge of her bed and grabbed her legs to pull her my way. She squealed.

“Eww? Your come was dripping down my face last night. I think we’re way past coy.”

“That’s because you made that happen. I have no control over that.”

“I loved it. And don’t pretend you didn’t.”

“I have no complaints.” She shrugged her shoulders as I used my five o’clock shadow to tickle all along her neck.

“Stay still. Stop moving.”

“Then stop torturing me!” she half-yelled, half-smiled.

I finally pulled back and that’s when I noticed that my body was on top of hers. She picked up on it immediately and her eyes glazed over. I pulled her messy bedhead away from her face and kissed the tip of her nose. Just like I had the first night we met. She arched her neck to tease my lips and entice me to kiss her.

So I did.

It started off innocently enough, but it rapidly turned into something else entirely. Our hands started to roam everywhere, not deciding where we wanted to touch each other. When her tiny, delicate hand found my cock, she moaned.

I scooted her up toward the headboard as she stroked me up and down, her hand barely closing around my shaft. I leaned back and helped her take off her nightie. My mouth instantly went to her nipples and I sucked them until they were pebbled stones.

“Don’t stop,” she murmured, pulling down my boxers with her hands and then using her feet to push them down. I kicked them off when they were at my ankles. My hand found her pussy and she was already soaking wet.

“Fuck… you’re always so wet and ready.”

She smiled into my mouth. She grabbed the edge of her panties; I helped her take them off, going right back to rubbing her clit again.

“No, I want you. I want you, Devon, please.”

My mind was running frantic; this was not how I wanted our first time to be. “Bambi… not like this.” I kissed her neck and chin.

“Oh my God, I will kill you if you don’t stick your dick inside me. I’m not kidding.”

I chuckled. “Needy, little girl.”

“Please… please… please…” she shamelessly begged, knowing that they were the magic words.

“I need a condom. I don’t have one,” I groaned, placing my forehead on hers.

“Are you clean? Have you been tested?” she panted, looking into my eyes.

“Yes, but I’ve never gone without a rubber.”

“Oh.”

“I will. I will with you. Have you been tested?”

She nodded. “Of course, I get tested every three months; I just got one a few weeks ago. All the clients of VIP are tested before hand and I’m on the Depo-shot.”

“Bambi, I don’t want to talk about you fucking other men.”

“I’m sorry, I just want you to know. I’m safe. I want to be your first. Please… let me be.”

I smiled before claiming her lips and positioned myself at her entrance.

“Go slow, you’re fucking huge,” she stated, making me chuckle.

I grabbed her leg and angled it upward, bending her knee so that her foot rested on my ass. I hesitantly pushed in.

“Oh fuck…” she breathed out, keeping her eyes open even though they wanted to close.

“Jesus… you’re tight.”

She peeked up at me through her lashes. “Kegals.”

I laughed again. This was not what I imagined our first time would be like. I couldn’t help, but love the fact that we were laughing and it was amusing. As if we had been doing it for years. It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable; how it usually was with women I had been with. Most of the time we were drunk, and I was taking them home from my bar.

“God, you feel fucking amazing. I haven’t felt another woman since my ex-wife.”

Her eyes widened and then she attacked me. She grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me with so much power and passion; I returned it tenfold. I thrust in, little by little, until I was fully inside her, stopping to enjoy and enrapture the wetness; the sensations of Brooke and only Brooke.

My mind was plaguing with thoughts that I tried to ignore, but couldn’t.

The feel of her.

The taste of her.

The smell of her.

Her.

Brooke…

Bambi…

Mine… I wanted her to be mine.

It was a shock to my core; my whole world came tumbling down, as I was engulfed with being inside her.

We were one.

I was hers, and she knew it. She had to.

Like a cold fucking shower, drenching me and making me shutter.

I was falling in love.

For the first time in my life.

I knew I had no business wanting to be his first; in anything. But I couldn’t fucking help myself. God help me, I didn’t care. I wanted him.

I wanted to claim him in any way that I could. I wanted to be so immersed in his body that I was the veins that pumped his blood, and the lungs that allowed him to breathe. I wanted to be the reason for his existence.

Me alone.

It wasn’t fair because I couldn’t return the sentiment, but Jesus Christ I wanted to. And I had no idea what that even meant. No idea how to make it happen. It was confusing, overwhelming, and all consuming. He was inside me, on top of me, and it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.

I wanted more.

I needed more.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I went from feeling nothing, to feeling everything. It was liberating, powerful, and blinding. I was blind for him, so blind that I needed his guidance. He showed me the way. He showed me how to live again.

How can that be?

I was supposed to be living the day I became a VIP.

“Where are you?” he asked, kissing all over my face. “I know you’re not here; I can see you, but I can’t feel you. Don’t go. Stay with me, in this moment, in this time. Right here. Right now. Please…”

It was the first time I heard real desperation in his voice. I moved his face to look at him and we locked eyes. I saw my whole world in his stare.

I was falling in love with him.

I wanted to tell him, it was on the tip of my tongue, but I was scared, terrified, petrified, frightened; every synonym of the word.

Love.

I thought I hated love.

I thought I didn’t understand it.

I thought it wasn’t real.

I thought I wasn’t made like that.

I was wrong.

So fucking wrong…

Devon was love… his kindness, his smile, his laugh, his words, his caresses, his control… all of it.

Staring me right in the face since the moment I met him. He was meant to come into my life. I was meant to meet him.

He made my heart beat again.

He found all the missing pieces that were scattered in places I didn’t even know I had hid them.

He put it back together.

He put me back together.

And there I was… handing it right back to him. Praying that I wouldn’t hurt him. Because, I knew he would never hurt me.

That’s when I felt tears roll down the sides of my face, and I bit my cheek. Just like he said I always did.

He knew me before I even knew myself. I was learning who I was through his eyes and embraces.

How is that possible?

The look on his face didn’t read sadness or sorrow, for what I thought he would be thinking. He looked happy… as if he knew he had finally broken me. He closed his eyes and I felt his lips kiss away my tears and then they flowed freely. He had unlocked a box inside of me that I didn’t know was there, but he found the key.

I smiled and grabbed his face, bringing it back to mine. I wanted him to look into my eyes, to see me.

To see Brooke.

The girl I once was.

The girl I didn’t think I’d ever be again.

We kissed and I moved my hips, he took my silent plea and he began to thrust in and out of me. I had done this hundreds of times before, but like everything else, it was much different with him. I moved my legs so that they were wrapped around his lower back. Bringing him closer to me, I swear I could hear our hearts beating at the same rhythm on each other’s chests. He rested on his elbows that framed my shoulders, and his hands never left the sides of my face; his thumbs pressing into my cheeks. And I hugged around his neck.

We kissed the entire time, not being able to get enough of each other. It seemed like hours went by and the whole world was shut out behind my closed curtains.

Devon and I lived in our bubble.

Where it was just the two of us.

And I never wanted to leave.

We spent the entire day learning each other’s bodies. We never got dressed and ate naked on her kitchen island. When she brought out dessert, I decided to eat it off her. We showered and became consumed and wrapped up in each other some more. I couldn’t even tell you how many times we made love. It seemed like we never stopped.

We fell asleep around two in the morning, still holding each other, and again I slept like the dead. No nightmares, a solid nine hours. I was the first to wake up the next morning and I recalled the day before. The way she cried and broke down in my arms was a memory that I would take to the grave.

I watched her sleep, enjoying the way her eyes blinked every few seconds, and how her pouty lips puffed out with each breath. She swayed her face into my chest and shyly smiled when she caught me staring at her.

“How many days do you have off?” I asked not wanting to know the answer.

“Two more.”

“Let’s get in my car and just drive with nowhere in particular to go. I’ll drive until I run out of gas and we will eat at whatever places we can find. Run away with me… for the next two days. Be mine.”