It occurred to me that I had no idea where Vince actually lived-was it here? I couldn't see how. He had to have a place of his own somewhere. Then I thought about the armoire full of books and I wondered if this wasn't his actual home. My heart ached for him. He'd been without a home and love for so long.
Scratch that, I thought. He had love. The love of his friends, his club members. They'd put themselves on the line for him. And for me. I could never thank them enough.
Now, he would have my love. If he wanted it.
Did he want it? He wasn't used to loving. I was sure that before me, he'd been through dozens of women. I hated to think of the actual number. He didn't want to be tied down to them. Was I crazy to think that I was any better than any of the others? What was so special about me that he should change his ways just for us to be together? The thought made me feel selfish.
He could have died for you. Yeah, but that could have been his male pride, too. I knew he had plenty of it. I was sure without even talking it over with him that he'd been more pissed than anything else over Alexander York thinking he had won. I probably didn't even come into it until later, when his temper cooled down.
When I thought about it that way, I felt foolish. There I was, being a stupid girl. Creating a relationship where there wasn't one.
I shifted a little, my thoughts making me physically uncomfortable. I rubbed one of my wrists against the pillows and winced in pain.
"What happened?" Just like that, Vince was awake. I wondered how deeply he could have been sleeping if just the sound of my gasp had woken him.
"My wrist. That's all. Go back to sleep," I whispered.
"Does it hurt?"
"Just a little. No worries." I was touched that he cared so much. Don't read into it, Erica. But I wanted to. I wanted to believe he cared that much about me. That he hadn't walked into near-certain death just because of his pride.
He pulled me closer to him, his mouth on my hair. "It feels so good to have you here," he whispered. "I can't even tell you how it felt thinking I had lost you."
I shivered a little at his words. Was he saying what I thought he was saying?
I took a chance. "I know what you mean. When I thought you were walking into a trap, I could have died. I wanted to warn you somehow. I tried to … get free." I almost slipped and mentioned Onyx, how I wanted him to let me go. I caught myself just in time. The last thing I wanted to do was upset Vince. It would take time to get over the wound.
"I believe you did. We had a close call." He kissed my shoulder. "Too close. How about we take it easy from now on. What do you say?"
I laughed softly. "It's a deal. I've had enough excitement to last me a lifetime."
He kissed my shoulder again, then further up, toward my neck. I sighed softly. What a gift it was, being kissed like that. When I thought it would never happen again, that we were both dead.
His mouth grew a little bolder, and he gently licked my skin. I shivered silently against him, stretching languidly as a little flame grew inside me thanks to his tongue. I sighed again, encouraging him. His hand woke up, stirring from where it had rested on my hip. Something else stirred, too, coming to life behind me. I felt him pressing against my butt, and it felt right.
His hand slowly ran up and down my thigh, just his fingertips grazing my skin. I whimpered, sliding my leg against his. He answered by sliding a leg between mine, parting them slightly. His fingers then grazed my inner thigh, and I gasped. His touch was electric.
The power between us shifted, all of it going to him. I was lost already, totally open to his touch and kiss and the strength of him. Strength I knew he was barely holding back. The thought of it was enough to get me wet-the thought of what he could do to me if he really wanted to. I was powerless against him. He could take me again and again, and from what I remembered of the day before he was more than capable. Wetness bloomed between my legs as the heat increased.
His fingers found my wetness, and I moaned when he stroked my slick cleft. I was on my right side, so I hooked my left arm behind me, around his neck. Turning my head, I pulled him to me for a kiss.
We moved together like that for a long time, tongues dancing, his fingers moving along my most private places, my hips rocking against his hardness. He thrusted his hips, gliding along my cleft, sliding through the wetness. I moved with him, gasping every time the head rubbed against my button. I was on fire, nerves singing, passion sweeping over me like a wave. I moved faster, rocking harder, friction building and building, pushing me higher. I moaned into Vince's mouth as the tension built unbearably-then released in a shuddering orgasm.
He gave me no time to recover, lifting my leg to slide inside me while I still trembled and pulsed. I cried out, turning my head to the pillow to muffle the sound. It was exquisite, almost too good. The way we fit together, so tight, so perfect. He groaned against my neck, pumping in and out.
I never wanted it to end. In my head I had the strangest image of a tuning fork vibrating. That was my body. I vibrated with pleasure from his touch, his kiss, the motion of his thick length moving in and out. I felt his need for me, and I responded eagerly to it, almost greedily. His hand roamed me, grabbing, squeezing, fondling, before it found my breasts. I covered it with mine, squeezing, then laced my fingers with his. We held onto each other that way as his paced picked up, his thrusts sharper, deeper. I let myself go, falling further and further into it, then lifting up on the crest of a wave taking me higher until the friction built again and I exploded.
I pulled his arm around me, shaking, as he came with a long, low cry against my shoulder. I gripped his hand, holding tight as we rode it out together. I wasn't sure quite when I fell asleep again, but when I did his hand was still in mine.
***
A few hours later, Vince was sleeping soundly. I, on the other hand, desperately needed the bathroom. I slid out of bed, pulling on a t-shirt and sweats I nearly swam in.
I heard noise downstairs as I tiptoed through the hallway. I thought there might still be other people sleeping and didn't want to wake them. I had no concept of time-one of the many weird things about having a broken cell phone. What did we do without them, I wondered as I freshened up.
I decided to stay out of bed, or else I would sleep the entire day away. I was hungry, too, so I padded downstairs in my bare feet. The first thing my eyes fell on was the oversized clock on one wall. I nearly rubbed my eyes in surprise. It was past four o'clock.
"Tell me I didn't just sleep twelve hours," I said.
All I saw were smiling faces and nodding heads.
"Honey, if anybody ever deserved to sleep in, it's you." Sam scurried across the room, arms held out. I received a lot of hugs, even a few from the guys. I hugged them back enthusiastically, thanking them for what they'd done to get me out of there.
"How are you feeling?" Brett asked, handing me a glass of water. "Hungry, I'll bet."
"Starving."
She nodded, observing the raw, bloody skin around my wrists. I didn't want to look. It brought back too many memories.
"Why don't you let me bandage those for you? I have a first-aid kit behind the bar." She patted a stool, which I sat on while she wound gauze around my wrists. I wondered if she'd ever considered going to nursing school. If not, she should have, with her caring personality. She was very much the mother hen of the clubhouse, even though she couldn't have been older than me.
"They'll have a lot of questions for you today," she murmured confidentially.
"I thought so," I replied. "I'm not sure I'm ready to talk about it yet."
"Then tell them that. Don't be afraid. The end result is the same either way. The Wolves are toast." She winced. "Sorry. I didn't think about how that would sound until after I said it."
"Don't worry about it. There's no love lost between them and me." Far from it.
"So, what do you think you'll do now?" she asked, patting my wrists gently once she'd finished.
"What do you mean?"
She smiled. "That's a good start. I meant, what next? Go home? We never see you again?"
I gaped at her, unsure how to answer. Was I supposed to say yes? Was this her way of getting me out of the picture? I knew how much she cared for Vince-I would have to be blind to miss it. I didn't want to step on any toes. I didn't even know if the club wanted me around.
"I hadn't thought about it," I finally replied. I hoped it sounded noncommittal enough.
She was still smiling. "You dope. I'm not telling you to leave. I'm asking because we all want you to stay."