“I can’t believe you almost did that!” he says, sounding both surprised and upset. “What the fuck, Shay?”
I start laughing at his expression. “As if I’d throw away food.”
“What?” he asks, checking over the food, not even paying any attention to my words.
I roll my eyes. “The food is all there, Vinnie, now take back the stripper comments.”
“Sorry” by Justin Bieber starts to play. An apt sound track for the moment.
“All right,” he groans, putting the plate back down on the table and pulling me against his body for a hug. Bad idea. The feeling of being pressed up against him isn’t going to help with my attraction to him. “I’m sorry, Shay. I’m so fuckin’ sorry that you dance like a stripper, and that you have terrible taste in music.”
As his words hit me, I struggle to move away, but he keeps me pinned with his giant arms wrapped around me. “You jerk!”
“I’m not done,” he growls again, lifting me in the air and throwing me over his shoulder, my arms dangling. He walks with me outside, and the second he heads in the direction of the pool, I start to squirm harder.
“Don’t you dare throw me in there, you asshole!” I squeal, legs waving in the air.
“What a great idea,” he says, standing on the edge of the pool. In one swift movement, he tosses me in, the cold water surrounding me in an instant. I push off the bottom and swim to the surface, where Vinnie is laughing like a fucking hyena. Pushing my wet hair out of my face, I send him the dirtiest look I can muster.
“I’m never cooking for you again. Ever,” I grit out, swimming to the edge and jumping out. I look down to discover that my white top is now completely see-through, my nipples pebbled and very visible. I glance at Vinnie to see that, yes, that’s exactly where his gaze is. Covering my breasts with my hands, I look at his face and wait for him to notice me staring at him. It takes a while, and I realize it’s because my skirt is also pasted against my body, showing off every curve and crevice that I own.
“Can you stop looking?” I growl at him. “And get me a towel?”
“Nope,” he says with a wide smile on his face, lying back on the hammock and putting his hands behind his head. “I think it’s my turn to enjoy the view.”
He actually wasn’t going to get me a towel! I can’t believe this guy. I don’t think I’ve met anyone more infuriating in my life. Deciding to drag him down with me, I run with my hands still covering my breasts and jump on him, getting water all over him. I wrap my arms around his torso and bury my face in his chest.
“I don’t know how this is meant to be punishment,” he says, his tone having gone husky. I still my movements, just lying there on him, suddenly aware of the position I just put us in. Slowly, I lift my head and look into his brown eyes.
“You’re wet now,” I blurt out, staring at his lips. He has nice lips. Full, and firm. Sensually shaped. I wonder if he is a good kisser. Who am I kidding, of course he’d be.
“I’ll bet you’re wet too,” he murmurs, licking his lips.
Shit.
I was wet—all over.
Outside and inside.
How can such sleazy words excite me?
“Shut up” is all I manage to respond.
He brings his lips closer to mine, and I know this is a terrible idea. The worst. But I still don’t pull away. As a matter of fact, it’s me who closes the last bit of space between us; it’s me who initiates the kiss. The second my lips touch his though, it’s like a switch flicks, and he takes over, cupping my face with his hand and deepening the kiss. He slants his head to the side, makes a growling noise in his throat that turns me on even more, then swipes his tongue against mine. I grip his T-shirt with my hands, pulling him closer to me. I can feel his hard cock pressed alongside my thigh, straining against his jeans. It makes me realize what we’re doing, so I break the kiss. Both of us are left panting. It really was the worst idea, so why did I want to kiss him again? Why did I want him to strip off my clothes, then his? We watch each other in silence, the air tense and thick between us.
“I should go get changed,” I blurt out, not knowing what to say, wanting to leave and stay at the same time.
His throat muscles work as he swallows. “Yeah, all right. Fuck, Shay.”
That pretty much summed it up.
I slide off him and head inside without turning back around.
But I have to admit, it wasn’t easy to do.
EIGHT
Vinnie
I STAND in the shower, letting the warm water drip down my body. I stroke my cock with my hand, up and down, thinking of Shay, imagining that she let me fuck her on that hammock, outside in broad daylight. Fuck. Her body, her taste. The look in her eye. I don’t remember ever being that fuckin’ hard in my life. She’s so tiny and petite yet has curves in all the right places; a round, bubble butt, and tits just the perfect handful. I imagine I’m deep inside her, fucking her raw, until I come in my hand, spurting all over the tiled wall.
“Fuck,” I grit out between clenched teeth, closing my eyes and letting the pleasure take over me. After I finish, I still don’t feel satisfied. I don’t think anything will sate me besides getting inside her. What a fuckin’ mess. Talon is going to be pissed if I fuck her, although I’m sure I can make it so he never finds out. If he asks though, I wouldn’t lie about it. I hate liars.
I finish up in the shower, then throw on some gray track pants and a white T-shirt. Feeling starved, I can’t wait to eat—I only hope that shit isn’t awkward between us. I still have another five nights to get through, not including tonight. I walk downstairs to find her in the living room, freshly showered herself, on her phone, the TV on in the background.