The Buchanan's Redemption (9 page)

“I want you to…eat me,” she said, squeezing her eyes shut at the wild lust that pounded through her at the dirty words. “Eat me, Vince. Make me cum again and again!” Any other time she would’ve cringed at the words dropping from her mouth but she was consumed with the need to experience that internal explosion that freed her from the need to think and if it meant talking dirty, she was willing to do it. With some practice, she might even get good at it.

And then Vince was sliding down her body, kissing and sucking as he went, creating a fire in the pit of her belly that threatened to consume her if she wasn’t careful. But she didn’t want to be careful. She wanted to forget everything that’d happened in the last six months —
 
including what’d happened to Lana and how her life had changed in an instant.

“You taste so good,” he said as he buried his face between her folds, sucking and licking, teasing and nipping until she was gasping and crying with pure, unadulterated pleasure. This was insanity and she welcomed it with open arms. “Yes,” he murmured when she clutched at his head, urging him on, any lingering shyness trampled by the wondrous need crashing through her body. She clamped her legs around his neck and he gripped her ass tightly as he drove her to that edge without mercy once again. And like a well-oiled machine, he rang her bell a second time, leaving her gasping and crying and shuddering all at once. But this time she wanted more than to lie limply as she recovered, she wanted more than she could possibly imagine that she would want to take from Vince Buchanan. When he pulled away, she pushed him down to the bed and anchored herself on his cock, closing her eyes at the delicious sensation of being stretched to accommodate his thick length. This was no finger. And thus, she had no reservations about taking it all the way. She quaked as her body exploded with riots of pleasure, the head of his cock rubbing against a sweet spot that she’d only experienced glimpses of pleasure from in the past. She moaned and rocked against that spot, losing herself to the pleasure of having her G-spot stimulated and when she hazily opened her eyes she saw the most erotic vision she’d ever seen —
 
Vince, straining, the cords popping in his neck as he groaned, his hands anchored on her hips as she rode him. She could feel him surging against her and she imagined the mushroom head of his cock blooming as he lifted his hips in time with her rocking thrusts. “Oh God, yes, Vince!” she cried out, barreling toward that cresting moment, everything shaking and tingling as her entire body went on high alert until her mouth dropped open and her eyes rolled into her head with a different climax than the clitoral explosion she’d experienced earlier. This time, she nearly lost her mind with the pleasure rocking her insides, melting her will and turning her into a gasping, crying, moaning porn star with all cameras trained on her for the money shot. “V-Vince…” she whimpered as she fell forward on his chest, trying to catch her breath but he wasn’t finished. She was barely aware when he rolled her to her back and began pounding into her, his face a mask of carnal focus. His muscles stood out as he lifted himself above her, his hips thrusting as his cock continued to drive her and she wrapped her legs around his torso as he lifted her into his lap, cock still buried inside her. “I can’t take anymore,” she said, losing her mind to the pleasure beginning to build inexplicably again.

“You were made for sex, baby,” he said, nailing her to the wall, ravishing her neck as he filled his palms with her ass. “I could fuck you all day and never tire of the feel of your pussy clenched around my cock.”

She thrilled at his dirty words, wondering how she’d ever thought sex was hardly something to get worked up about. Clearly, she’d been wasting time with those beta boys. “Tell me how you’d like to fuck me,” she said, tugging on his earlobe with a light nip of her teeth. She’d like to bury her teeth in his luscious ass! What would it be like to stick her tongue…she could barely say the words even in her head but she found the idea incredibly hot.

“I’d like to bend you over and fuck you so hard it jars your teeth,” he growled and she loved the sound of it.

“Then do it,” she said with a wicked laugh. “Fuck me raw, Vince Buchanan!”

“My pleasure,” he said and as they tumbled to the bed, there was a resounding crack from beneath them, but Vince didn’t seem to care. And in fact, when she said, “I think your bed just broke” he shrugged and flipped her to her stomach, saying he’d buy another. His answer caused her to laugh giddily. If it’d been her bed, she’d have freaked out. She couldn’t afford new sheets much less a new bed. But before she could say something to that effect, he’d grabbed her hips and pulled her backward so that her ass was in the air, ready for him. She shivered but had little time to do much more before he’d seated himself deep inside her channel with a good thrust. In this position, he could go much deeper and a groan popped from her mouth. Good God, she felt impaled —
 
and it felt better than she’d ever imagined it would.

Now she knew why women trailed the Buchanan’s like lost sheep.

Hell, anything that felt this amazing should be against the law because two seconds later, she was lost to rational thought and her sense of self just left the building.

All that mattered was that Vince’s cock never stopped fucking her.

Vince awoke slowly and realized Emma was curled into his side. For a long moment he remained, the memory of last night dominating his waking thoughts and causing a warm smile to follow. Emma’s body next to his felt right. He didn’t want to examine that reasoning too closely, not just yet. There was plenty of time to dissect it to pieces later. For now, he wanted to savor whatever this was.

Emma stirred and her hand slid across his chest as she burrowed closer to him. Her small body fit like a puzzle piece against his and it took everything in him not to pull her right on top of him for an early morning romp. His third leg was certainly willing as evidenced by his hard-as-iron erection that was practically tenting the sheets but he wanted to give Emma a chance to recover, considering she was still healing from her ordeal.

Speaking of…he sighed and grabbed his cell phone, turning it on. He’d purposefully shut off his cell last night so he could focus all of his attention on Emma but he had to return to the real world eventually. As he’d expected, he had multiple voicemails but it was the one from Nolan that had him bounding from the bed.

Emma peered at him as she yawned, saying, “What’s going on?”

“Shit!” He stubbed his toe on the dresser as he ran by picking up clothes and jerking them on. “I missed a really important phone call from my brother. Get dressed. Hurry.”

Emma frowned and rushed to find some clothes. She grabbed the first thing she could find of the clothes Vince had brought to her and followed his lead. “Is it about the club? Have they found who attacked me and Lana?” she asked.

“No, it’s Penny….she’s in labor. Or at least she was around 10 p.m. last night. Hell, how long does it take to pop out a kid? Maybe the baby’s already here? Crap. I’m going to catch shit for not taking that phone call.”

“Baby? Wait a minute…you want me to come with you to the hospital?”

“Yeah,” he answered, running a toothbrush across his teeth. “I can’t leave you here.”

“And why not?”

“Because I don’t trust you not to run off. Regardless of what happened between us last night, the fact remains that I need you here with me until we figure things out about the club.”

She stared, openly wounded. “Oh, I get it. Last night was just sex. Nothing has changed between us. I’m still a prisoner and you’re still an asshole.”

“C’mon, cut the crap. I never promised a happily-ever-after after one night of sex. Get over yourself.”

“You get over yourself,” Emma shot back but her eyes glittered. “I can’t believe I thought for a second that you weren’t the cold-hearted dick that you seem to be. I was wrong…you’re worse than a cold-hearted dick —
 
you’re an unfeeling bastard!”

“That’s right sweetheart,” Vince said, fighting against the feeling that he was fucking something up that could be really great. Screw that. He didn’t need this kind of entanglement in his life. Besides, it was better to douse that sappy look in her eyes now than later when she’s more attached. He was doing her a favor, which she would realize after she’s had some distance. “Now get dressed. I want to leave in five minutes, no later.”

And then he walked away as if he’d already forgotten she was there, even though his heart was telling him he was making a huge mistake.

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Rotten, arrogant, bastard!

Everything she’d ever discovered about Vince Buchanan was true and yet she’d somehow been blinded to the plain truth. It was her own damn fault for being so gullible and a closet romantic. She dashed angry tears from her eyes and dressed quickly, hating him for awakening a part of herself that she hadn’t known was there and yet craved all the same. She stared hatefully in his direction, until he gestured with a curt motion to hurry up and then she flipped him off.

“Is that an invitation for angry sex when we return?” he asked with a smirk and she wanted to throw something at him. “No? That’s a shame. Angry sex can be hot.”

“Fuck off.” She shouldered past him, too wounded and shamed to offer anything more scathing. Her mind was screaming at her for being so stupid as to allow Vince past her mental defenses when she clearly knew him to be a wretched human being.

They rode in the Towncar to the hospital and it was difficult to forget what they’d done on this very leather last night. In fact, Emma took a delicate sniff, was that sex she could smell?
Oh good Lord, please no
. Could her mortification be any worse than it was now? Maybe her brain was playing with her nose. With as many women as Vince dallied with, he probably had instructions to his driver to swab the seats regularly to avoid leaving any tell-tale evidence behind. Ugh. The thought made her queasy. She was just one more notch in his belt. Nothing special or different. Had she thought that she would be? Maybe a little. The truth stung.

“You will be on your best behavior around my family,” he instructed as the Towncar pulled into the hospital parking lot. “Do you understand?”

“I’ll just wait in the car so as not to feel compelled to ruin your family get-together,” she countered sweetly. He scowled and she followed with a small smile. “I mean, there’s no need to explain our awkward relationship to anyone. I would imagine it might look bad for you.”

“They already know about you and nothing I do surprises my family.”

“Oh? Do they know you’re holding me hostage? Prisoner? And that to compel my cooperation, you’ve kidnapped my sister as well?”

“Yes.”

Her mouth snapped shut. Of course they knew. Wretched bastards, the lot of them. “Ugh. Whatever. You’re all going to hell.”

“Maybe. But in the meantime, you will behave yourself. Got it? This is a big day and I don’t want it ruined for Penny.”

“And who is this Penny?”

“Dillon’s wife.”

“And if I don’t behave?” His menacing glower actually sent an excited shiver down her spine. Even when he looked mean enough to strangle kittens in his spare time he was ridiculously handsome. Oh, damn her hormones. He was pure evil with an angel’s body. “Oh fine. I’ll behave myself but not because you’re ordering me too but because babies are a blessing no matter who their parents are. So you can stop glaring at me like that.”

“Good.” They climbed from the Towncar and entered the hospital, detouring to the gift shop where Vince attempted to pick out a present but after several moments of total uncertainty, ended up looking less formidable and more panicked. “I have no idea what to buy for a baby,” he admitted, looking to her with what looked like a plea for help.

She ought to let him twist in the wind for being such an insufferable jerk but in spite of herself, she sighed and decided to help. “The present isn’t for the baby, it’s for the mom. Here,” she walked over to the large walk-in freezer and selected the biggest bouquet there and thrust it at him. Then went to the stuffed animals and picked out a generic brown bear with sweet eyes. “And pair it with this. So you have something for mom and something for baby. Done.”

Vince nodded as if her explanation made sense and approved of her selection. After paying, they headed for the maternity ward. They rounded the corner and saw the balloons festooning the entrance to the room and suddenly, it occurred to Emma that she was about to meet the entire Buchanan clan as if she were a girlfriend or something more permanent than the true circumstances. A sadness pulled at her when she found herself wishing that it were true. Was this neediness a consequence of mind-blowing sex? She’d never felt this intense pull toward anyone in her life. Not to mention, she’d never been so insanely attracted to the same man she wanted to murder in the same breath. The whole situation was confusing. Even now, the idea of angry sex had begun to have some appeal. And that was plain crazy! One thing was for sure, she was going to have to gird her female loins because her hormones were dancing a lively tune that was hard to ignore, no matter all the good reasons why she ought to run as fast as she can in the opposite direction of wherever Vince was standing.

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Vince didn’t know why he brought Emma along when he could’ve easily dropped her off with Laird but the idea of being separated from Emma didn’t appeal to him at all. He wanted her around to keep an eye on her, he told himself but deep down he knew that might be horseshit. He supposed if he was going to lie to himself, he ought to, at the very least, come with something more inventive.

When he looked at Emma, a hunger he’d never known curled itself around his insides and squeezed really hard, but instead of feeling as if it was killing him, it made him yearn for more. Weird, wacky shit —
 
and he wasn’t happy about it. For a while he’d dabbled in illicit drug use and the way he felt about Emma reminded him of that time —
 
intense, frightening and addictive. He wanted more of her. He wanted to know everything about her, from the mundane to her innermost secrets.
Like that’s going to happen
. She looked angry enough to spit nails in his direction.

Not that he blamed her. He’d been a dick. That was his specialty, of course. Breaking hearts, being heartless, either/or take your pick, he excelled in both.

But as he entered the hospital room, intent on making a perfunctory visit and then splitting with Emma, the moment he saw Dillon holding a tiny bundle, tears streaming down his brother’s face, everything slowed to a stop and became almost surreal. They were all there, Nolan and his wife and daughter, Dillon, Penny and the new baby.

“There he is,” Penny acknowledged with a tired smile, motioning them into the room. Her gaze moved to Emma with a faint question but she let it go and he was grateful. Penny was the only one who might raise an eyebrow and give him a ration for his actions. Thankfully, it seemed giving birth had taken the fight right out of her for the moment. Vince hugged her and pecked a chaste kiss on her cheek before pulling away and handing the gifts to her. Penny accepted the flowers and smiled. “Beautiful. Can you put them on the nightstand for me?”

“Of course,” Vince said, hastening to move them for her. He propped the bear up next to the lamp and moved to Dillon to peek at the baby. “Well? Boy or girl?”

Dillon looked at Vince with such pride as he answered, “A boy” that even Vince’s throat closed with emotion. “Robert Dillon Buchanan. Isn’t he perfect?”

Vince peered at the tiny bundle and before he could protest, Dillon put the baby in Vince’s arms. “Wait,” Vince said, terrified that he might break something so small and vulnerable. He shot an uncertain look at Emma and her small, almost reluctant smile shot something pure and sweet straight to his heart. For a blink he imagined what it might be like to be holding his own son in his arms and he never knew such unimaginable pain. What kind of father would he possibly make? He was corrupt to the core —
 
willing to do whatever suited him to get his way —
 
just like his own father had been. The baby made a cooing sound and yawned, his tiny fingers flexing beneath the blanket without a care in the world and Vince handed the baby back to his brother. “He’s perfect,” Vince agreed, his voice choked. “I’m sorry I missed the big event. I’ll put an extra ten thousand in his college fund for penance.”

“That’s not necessary,” Penny said, chuckling, then gestured to Emma. “Aren’t you going to introduce your friend?” She didn’t wait and if she saw the look Nolan and Dillon shared, she chose to ignore it. “Hi, I’m Penny. I’m sorry Vince has terrible manners but then he’s not known for his charm.”

“I’m Emma Winters,” Emma said, introducing herself. “Congratulations on the new baby. He’s precious.”

“Thank you.” Penny smiled with pure joy and then returned to Emma, which was Vince’s cue to make their exit. Penny would dig and dig until she found the answers burning up her brain because that’s just how Penny was. “So…you’re the girl who was attacked at the club?”

Vince glared, unable to believe Penny had just gone for the jugular like that. “Penny, you should rest. We’ll let you get some shut eye.”

“I’m not made of porcelain and if I was, pushing my sweet bundle of joy out of my lady parts would’ve broken me so don’t act all defensive with me. I know what’s going on. I need to know how Emma is doing. This is the first time I’ve had a chance to talk to her. In fact, why don’t you all go get a coffee or something while I chat with Emma for a minute.”

“Absolutely not,” Vince growled, hating the very idea of Penny spending any amount of time with Emma. Penny was a terrible influence and worse, she knew too much about him. He looked to Dillon. “Talk some sense into your wife, please. She’s plainly delirious.”

Dillon handed the baby to Penny and shuttled them all from the room in spite of Vince’s sputtered protests, saying, “If there’s one thing I’ve learned throughout this pregnancy, Penny will not be denied when she puts her mind to something. Let’s go get some coffee. It’ll give us a chance to talk, too.”

Vince caught Emma’s worried expression as he was dragged from the room. Yeah, he knew how she felt. He was worried, too.