Becoming A Vincent (The Wild Ones Book 1)(17)

He finally caves and starts kissing his way up my body, and my mind idly  wonders why I couldn't have slept on top of him sooner. We could have  been doing this all along.

His tongue circles my nipple, and then he shows it a little more  attention when he sucks it into that talented, relentless, giving mouth.  I mumble something like praise, gripping his hair and forcing him  closer as my legs come up around his hips.

I'm strong, but not strong enough to force his body down to mine. His  cock teasingly brushes my thigh as he keeps our bodies separated, moving  his blessed mouth to the other nipple to show it some attention.

"Never hide that mouth again," I moan, causing a small chuckle to escape his lips.

His lips leave my nipple and find my lips again, and I kiss him hungrily, desperately, needing all of him.

His hand snakes between us, and my breath hitches as he lines us up in  the best possible way and thrusts in. Considering how wet I am, it's not  hard for him to sink almost fully in me with that one thrust.

He breaks the kiss to groan, his body going tight, then thrusts again, pushing the rest of him inside me as he shudders.

"I just realized how long it's been since I've been with anyone," he  murmurs through strain. "Very possibly longer than three years."

I grin, actually loving that confession.

"Hence the reason you don't have a supply of condoms on hand," I say, though the words sound breathy and winded.                       
       
           



       

He kisses me again, withdrawing and thrusting back once more. His body  feels so tight, and I know he's struggling. I break the kiss, smiling as  I tug his head back.

"I've had an orgasm. Stop worrying. We can have sex more than once," I say with a smile, while he narrows his eyes in challenge.

"You can have another one with me."

His hand slips between us, and my smile dies, making room for my lips to  form an "o" as his thumb finds my clit and starts making lazy circles  as he thrusts in again.

My hands go everywhere, trying to touch him, mark him, feel as much of  him as possible, as he continues to set a rhythm that borders on  mind-blowing.

It passes that border when my next orgasm crashes through me like a  tidal wave, hitting every nerve in my body as I cry out. He thrusts  harder and harder, dragging out my orgasm in the best possible way as he  puts both hands beside my head to leverage himself up.

I'm still rambling in some foreign language, when suddenly … an ominous  creak, pop, and snap tries to warn us. But we're both too wrapped up in  each other to even react as the bed plummets, crashing into the floor.

Benson doesn't even stop thrusting as the bed frame collapses around us,  falling into the walls and thankfully not us. It actually turns me on  more, especially when I watch his face.

It's sweet agony that would have been hidden from me if we'd done this  in the past when his face was a mystery. I'd never want to miss that  expression, because it makes me feel powerful, entranced, and possibly  intoxicated.

This man has an incredible "o" face.

His body shivers against mine as he stays at the deepest point inside of  me, and he drops to me when his arms give out. I wind my arms around  his neck, kissing the side of his cheek that I can reach, as he pants  for air.

"You're perfect," he says softly.

"You too."

I grin like a fool, and he kisses a spot on my neck near my ear.

I've had sex. I've had emotionless, hot sex. But never before have I felt anything like what I'm feeling now.

I was wrong to think I could live without something like this. Something real. Something worth more than a little fun.

And it's worth everything that will follow. Hopefully.

"Benson!"

We both go stiff, and Benson lifts his head to stare down at me, still inside me, as horrified humor lights his eyes.

"Benson Nolans!" Killian calls again.

Then Hale adds, "Get your cherry-popping ass out here right now! It's time to suffer."





Chapter 11



Wild Ones Tip #23

If a Wild One is screaming, just walk away. Trust me, we're not dying.





LILAH



I walk out after cleaning up, tying my robe as I glare at my soon-to-be dead brothers.

Killian is tapping a bat's end into his palm, and Hale is propped up on a shotgun.

"I'll give you one minute to get back to your cabin. One minute before I grab the BB gun. Then I'll have no mercy," I warn them.

Killian's eyes narrow.

"He took your virginity right next door! We heard you!" Hale shouts.

"I wasn't a virgin, you creep!" I groan.

"Yes. Yes, you were. And you will be again, as long as you don't have  sex for a while," Hale says with so much conviction that I honestly  believe he thinks it's the truth.

"My hymen will never grow back," I dryly remind them.

They both turn pale. "Sick! Stop talking about that," Killian groans.

"Me?! You're the two baboons who are in my front yard, assuring me that  I'll be a born-again virgin after admitting to eavesdropping on me  having sex!"

"You scared the entire forest! We weren't eavesdropping! Hell, we had  pillows over our ears when you were making those nightmarish sounds that  will forever haunt us!" Hale barks.

Okay, now that's kind of embarrassing.

Benson walks out, fully dressed, and they both tense as he pinches the  bridge of his nose. "You guys are seriously going to pay for ruining  this."

"You're going to pay for de-flowering our baby sister!" Hale shouts.

Killian nods as though he agrees with that ridiculous declaration.

"I'm two minutes older than you," I say to Hale. "And one minute older  than you," I go on, gesturing to Killian. "I'm the oldest."

Hale sniffs, shoulders straightening. "It's a man thing, Lilah. Step aside."

My eyes narrow, but a hand clamps around my mouth before I can say  anything. Benson's body presses up behind me, and I struggle to remove  his damn hand.

"Even you two assholes can't possibly think your sister is always going  to be single," he tells them. They exchange a look as he continues.  "She's beautiful, smart, independent, and she's honest."                       
       
           



       

Okay, I admit I stop struggling to remove his hand for a minute so I can  swoon. But it's brief. I go back to trying to pry that hand off again,  realizing just how strong Benson is when it's a vain attempt.

"And you can't be oblivious to the fact I care about her. And I'm never  leaving Tomahawk. Until now, she's never been intimate with anyone from  Tomahawk. Would you rather her find someone not in this town? Someone  who might take her away from it permanently?"

To this, they both pale, as if they hadn't considered the fact I might  ever leave them. Which I wouldn't. They drive me crazy ninety-nine  percent of the time, but they're still my brothers, and they love me in  their own unusual way, just as I love them. I'd never abandon them.

However, Benson is making a point, and my brothers are less aggressive and more passive in the moment. Which is a first.

"That's what I thought," Benson says, his lips twitching as he removes his hand. "So are we going to have any more problems?"

Again, the duo exchange a look, doing that silent communication thing  they do. Sometimes I'm in on it with them, but usually it's me silently  shouting no at whatever destructive plan I can see brewing.

They look back at Benson, and their eyes creepily narrow in unison. "We'll have a big problem if you hurt her," Killian says.

Hale makes a point of slashing a finger across his neck. Benson's lips twitch.

"Understood."

They both toss me a glare before walking back to their cabin, but Hale turns around and points at us before he fully retreats.

"No more sex in your cabin. And we're not fixing that bed again. He broke it this time."

Then they turn around and leave us in peace.

"Well, that went better than expected," I say in surprise.

"I cheated by playing on their worst fear," he says, smirking as he rests his elbows on my porch railing.

He looks sexy on my porch.

Benson Nolans is actually the epitome of sexy, by my definition.

I lean up against him.

"I'd never leave them."

"I know that now. I didn't used to, but I do now. You're true to Tomahawk until you die."

He flashes a grin at me.

"You too?"

He nods, wrapping an arm around me.

"The worst is yet to come," I say on a sigh, and his eyebrows furrow.  "Aunt Penny is going to find out about this. Then … the pressure begins."

He rolls his eyes. "It can't possibly be that bad."





Chapter 12



Wild Ones Tip #369

A Wild One is always right. Unless they're wrong.





LILAH



"Oh, the wedding should be here. At the house. It's where you two met,  after all," Aunt Penny is saying, while I force a straight face.