The Vincent Brothers 2 (14 page)

              “It’s a head game. They do an excellent job of marketing,” I replied, reaching for my cup and taking a long swig before setting it back in the cup holder.

              “Hmmm... I don’t know. I’ve tried buying the Starbucks brand at the grocery store and making it at home but it doesn’t smell the same.”

              I started to reply but Jake yelled out, “There’s not enough room in this backseat for me and Beau. We’re cramped up. Heidi and I need to switch spots.”

              “Just stick Ash in your lap Beau and scoot over,” I replied, glancing over at Lana who was staring at me with a surprised look in her eyes. Winking, I reached for her hand.

              “What is it?” I asked

              She just shook her head and smiled back at me.

              “AH! God, that is so much better,” Jake groaned loudly. “Throw me my pillow Heidi. I’m going to need to go to sleep. Ash in Beau’s lap is going to get out of hand soon enough and I’d rather not watch.”

              My stomach tightened at his words but only for a second. It hadn’t bothered me to suggest Ash sit in Beau’s lap but the idea of him touching her still got to me. Threading my fingers through Lana’s, I focused on the road and the fact Lana would be cuddled up to me in my tent for the next three nights.

                                                                                    ~*~

              The tents were all set up and the fire was blazing brightly by the time the sun set over the Cheaha Mountains. The girls had all hiked up to the bathrooms to get showers. We’d had to set up camp closer to the public bathhouse than I preferred but Ashton had pouted when I suggested we move out another mile. Beau had dropped everything in his hands and without looking to me or anyone else for agreement, he began setting up camp. Ash had never pouted on me when she wanted her way. It was strange to see her voice an opinion. It was even weirder to watch Beau give in to someone so easily. She really was different with him. She didn’t bend to his will and ask him what he wanted first. The free-spirited little girl who would rather throw water balloons at cars, roll yards with toilet paper, and sneak out of her bedroom window to go comfort the trashy barmaid’s son was back. She’d just needed Beau to help her find herself again. A lump formed in my throat at the realization it was my fault she’d lost herself. I walked out of the firelight and into the darkness to stare out at the shadowed nature around us. Pressing a hand against my chest, I rubbed hard forcing the emotion tightening my chest to go away.

              Just when I thought things were getting better with how I felt about Ashton something always happened to send me spiraling back into the pain. Granted, it was getting easier and it wasn’t anything near what it was in the beginning—but it wasn’t completely gone. I feared it never would be. Ashton would always be my biggest mistake. Not because I loved her but because I lost her.

              “You good?” Beau’s voice broke into the silence around me. Dropping my hand from my chest, I stuck it into my pocket and nodded without turning to look back at him

              “What’re you doing out here? Getting away from Jake’s bitching?”

              “Just looking around,” I replied.

              Beau stopped beside me. I could see him staring out in the same direction as me from my peripheral vision.

              “You seem happy with Lana. Ash said Lana really likes you.”

              I could hear the silent warning in his voice. If I hurt Lana, I hurt Ashton and Beau wouldn’t be okay with that.

              “Lana is great. She knows where I stand. August will be here soon and I’ll be going to Florida and she’ll be going... wherever it is she’s going.”

              Beau turned his head to look at me. “You don’t even know where she’s going to college?”

              “No. It’s never come up.”

              Beau shook his head, “Once, not too long ago, you were the good brother. You were careful with everyone’s feelings. It was fucking ridiculous how polite and thoughtful you were. You’ve changed, man. Can’t believe I’m saying this but I miss that guy. He was someone I always admired. I couldn’t be proud of my choices but I was always so damn proud of yours.”

              The anger that had surfaced instantly was gone with that last sentence. Beau turned and walked back to the campsite leaving me there to think about what he’d said. Knowing he was proud of me made my eyes burn. That wasn’t something I ever imagined my tough ass brother admitting.

Chapter Fourteen

Lana

             
I sat on my sleeping bag checking my text messages that had magically appeared when we’d made it to the bathhouse. Reception out here in the wilderness wasn’t so good. But there was Wi-Fi at the bathhouse which was surprising and kind of funny. Sawyer, Beau and Toby were still outside putting out the fire and making sure all our supplies were packed up safely for the night. We’d sat around the fire and roasted weenies and marshmallows. Sawyer had packed a few cold things in a cooler that we had to use tonight because by tomorrow night the ice would have melted and everything would’ve been ruined. I didn’t even want to think about what we’d have to eat tomorrow night.

             
Dad: I need you to call me.

              Dad: Please call me honey. I can’t seem to get a call through to your phone.

              Dad: I called the house. Sarah told me you were camping. Be safe and call me as soon as possible.

              I wasn’t ready to talk to him just yet. I’d have to call him once I got back to Ashton’s. But right now, I needed more time.

             
Mom: You do not have to go to New York City.

              Mom: Why didn’t you tell me the slut was pregnant?

              Mom: I do NOT want you going up there. Your father is completely screwing up your life. Just ignore him. He can rot in hell for all I care.

              Mom: Don’t you call him! Sarah said he called asking where you were. And you didn’t tell me you were dating SAWYER VINCENT! I’m so excited for you.

              I’d finally managed to have something that had been Ashton’s. My mother adored Ashton and most of my life I’d had to hear how perfect Ashton was and how I should try to be more like her. It’s no wonder I was so mean to her when we were kids. Shaking my head, I deleted the rest of her texts without reading them.

             
Jewel: You decided on what to do about college yet or have you even spoken to your Dad about the money?

              Jewel: You can ignore me but when you’re stuck in Alpharetta commuting to the junior college while everyone else is off living a real college experience...you’ll wish you’d done something!

              She was right. I needed to talk to Dad about the money I needed. I’d gotten a small scholarship but if I was going to go to an out-of-state college, I needed help financially. I’d been accepted and my registration was paid. The trouble was that due to my dad’s income I couldn’t get any extra money. I hadn’t applied for loans in time and now I needed help.

              The tent flap opened and Sawyer ducked inside grinning at me. “Waiting up for me?”

              My heart fluttered and all worries of school were pushed aside. “Yes.”

              “I had to slay all those hungry black bears circling the tent first,” he teased.

              I started to reply when he yanked his shirt over his head and his very well defined bare chest was inches from my face. Swallowing hard, I focused on breathing properly. His abs were so perfect they looked unreal. I mean, I’d seen him shirtless before but never this closeup. His cargo shorts hung on his hips. Even his hips were defined. The small patch of dark hair that trailed from below his belly button to beneath the waist of his shorts made me gulp. Suddenly it was very, very hot in the tent and I needed someone to throw cold water on me or fan me.

              “Lana,” Sawyer’s voice broke into my thoughts and I lifted my eyes from his tantalizing flat stomach to his meet his gaze. Oh my. Licking my lips nervously I tried to think of a response but Sawyer was laying me back and covering my mouth and body within seconds. His lips were gentler than the look in his eyes had been. I gasped as his bare chest brushed the thin material of my tank top and Sawyer’s tongue was in my mouth teasing, tasting and driving me crazy.

              I needed to feel him. Sliding my hands up his arms, I felt him flex under my touch. Loving the powerful feeling that came with the knowledge I could affect him with just a touch, I continued my exploration of his muscular back. I grazed his mouthwatering abs with my nails eliciting a groan from him. His mouth left mine and he began kissing a trail from my jawline down my neck. The closer he got to my chest the heavier my breathing became. Holding himself over me with one arm he took his other hand and traced the neckline of my tank top with his finger while watching me closely. I knew he was waiting on permission to go further and although I knew letting him go any further wasn’t a very good idea I couldn’t tell him no. The needy gleam in his eyes was impossible to deny. For fear my voice wouldn’t work I leaned up and into his touch in response. His eyes widened in surprise then a glazed look came over them as he lowered his head. He kept his eyes on mine until his mouth pressed onto the top of my cleavage that was showing just above the neckline.

              His green eyes held my attention as his tongue darted out and took a small lap at the swell of my breast then trailed along the top until it met the crease between the two of them. One big hand slid underneath the bottom of my top and left a sizzling hot trail up my stomach until it stopped at the underside of my bra. Something close to a whimper escaped me and that was all the encouragement Sawyer needed. His hand slid over the lace of my bra and found the front clasped and quickly unsnapped it. I closed my eyes tightly as I felt both my breasts spring free. No one had ever touched me like this.

              When his calloused hand covered my right breast, I almost shot straight up. The jolt that went directly to the small ache between my legs shocked me.  He eased my tank top slowly up my body. If I was going to stop him then now would be the time. I opened my eyes and started to say something but his dilated pupils and awed expression stopped me. Instead, I leaned up and lifted my arms as he took the tank top and bra off me. This was it. My first time topless in front of a boy. And it wasn’t just any boy. It was the only one I’d ever imagined doing this with. Every fantasy I’d ever conjured up about Sawyer Vincent touching me held nothing to the reality of it.

              “Lana,” he whispered, staring down at me. I shifted, opening my legs so that he rested between them and his arousal pressed directly on the ache between my legs.

              “Ohmygod,” I moaned loudly and Sawyer’s mouth was on mine. His slow sweet kisses were gone and he consumed my mouth with a wild urgency. My body bucked against his as if it had a mind of its own and this time, Sawyer groaned. Both of his hands covered my bare breasts. He rolled each nipple between his thumb and finger sending my world spiraling out of control. His mouth smothered my response to him but at the moment I didn’t care. It was as if someone had shot fireworks off in my body. I clung to him afraid I might be falling somewhere I couldn’t come back from. The pain had ricocheted into a pleasure I didn’t know existed.

              As I slowly came back to earth, I realized two things. Sawyer was no longer touching my chest. His hands were on either side of my head with handfuls of the sleeping bag underneath me tightly in his fist. His head was buried in the curve of my neck and shoulder. Sawyer was breathing deep and hard. His body was held rigid over mine and I carefully unwrapped my legs from around him where I’d been holding him in a vise-lock. Sawyer didn’t move or relax. Worry and embarrassment at my reaction to what we’d been doing started settling in. Was he okay? Had I just had an orgasm?

              His warm mouth pressed a kiss to my neck and I shivered underneath him. “Don’t,” he demanded in a hard whisper. I stilled, instantly worried I’d done something else wrong.

              We lay there for a few more minutes in silence and my concern began to grow.

              Finally, he slowly lifted his head then let go of his death grip on the sleeping bag and pushed himself up off me careful not to put any pressure between my legs. Humiliation washed over me when I saw him reach for my tank top. Without saying anything, I let him put it on me. He pulled it down over my bare chest and stomach then quickly let go of it and sat back on his sleeping bag. I’d done something wrong. My stomach felt sick.

              “I’m sorry,” I whispered.

              Sawyer lifted his head so he was looking in my direction but I didn’t meet his gaze. I couldn’t.

              “What?” he asked in a deep husky voice I’d never heard him use.

              Covering my face with my hands so he couldn’t see the tears welling up in my eyes, I replied, “I don’t know why I did that. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean—”

              Sawyer was in front of me pulling my hands away from my face and forcing me to look at him. “You’re sorry? Lana, do you understand anything that just happened?”

              I shrugged then shook my head no.

              Sawyer let out a small laugh and reached to pull me into his lap. “That was the single most incredible moment of my life. Don’t be sorry for it. Please,” he said in the same low sexy tone he’d used before.