“Your only job right now is to kiss me.”
Chapter 25
After what happened at Bob Hall Pier earlier, and now facing his very emotional girlfriend and not being able to do anything about the piece of shit that assaulted her, all his frustration and pent-up rage turned into something more desperate. Vincent knew how to control his temper. But love? Was that what flowed through his veins right now? It broke his heart and made his spirit soar at the same time. Not because he regretted opening himself up to her. He felt blessed for having a quality woman in his life. No, he regretted letting Tina fall for him.
His lifestyle required utter loyalty to the club first. And day to day, he didn’t know if he’d make it home alive. Tina deserved better. If she knew that a Man-o-War had died tonight at the hands of one of his Brothers, how would she react? Support him? Ignore the obvious? Pretend it didn’t affect her?
Women were made to love and cherish. Twice he’d failed at doing both, and never as a 1%er. Add his sons into the equation, the boys he rarely spent time with, and how could he build a stable, happy relationship with Tina?
Overwhelmed with feelings, he gripped her shoulders and looked her directly in the eyes. “I’m not the kind of man you should love.”
She blinked up at him, her long, dark lashes so sexy. “Who said anything about love?”
He swallowed his pride. Why pretend anymore? Almost a year had gone by since they’d first met. Hours together planning Lang’s wedding had confirmed his suspicion of a lasting bond. Yeah, a very chemical feeling that turned into a chronic condition there was no cure for, except this…
His mouth came down hard on hers, consuming, claiming the only thing he had a right to. Her. Valentina Bethel. His saving grace and hope for a better future. She sighed as he wrapped his arms around her, tugging her closer. She locked her fingers behind his neck, equally hungry for contact.
“Do you love me?” she whispered into his mouth.
He’d opened that door…His tongue parted her lips again, seeking the familiar warmth of her delectable mouth. A very fuckable one. Again she made a sexy noise, confirming her need and desire. So much had happened to both of them since they met again that night at Valhalla. Maybe fate threw them together for a reason. Or maybe the universe just got tired of waiting and made it happen. Whatever forces of nature could take credit for this moment, he didn’t care.
Tina belonged to him now.
He led her down the hallway to her bedroom. She immediately shed her cotton pants and pink T-shirt. Nothing was underneath her pajamas. He drank in her slender body, toned in the right places, soft where she needed to be. Where his hands wandered and squeezed, where his dick found sanctuary.
Her hot, wet mouth met his and he cupped her breasts, fingers swirling over her erect nipples, hard little jewels he could suck on all night. She must have sensed his tension, because she worked his belt buckle, then unzipped his fly. When she dropped to her knees and wrapped her tiny hand around his cock, then followed with her mouth, he threw his head back in sweet agony.
She did more than talk a good game. Tina knew how to work her tongue. It spiraled lazily down his length, pausing at his tip. She made a sucking noise, swallowing his pre-come.
“I love how you taste,” she said.
“More,” he said on a guttural groan. “Don’t ever stop doing that to me.” He braved a quick look at her. Seeing naked Tina on her knees with his cock in her mouth set his heart on fire. He’d never asked for a blow job from her, but he wouldn’t deny or discourage her. “Fuck.” He closed his eyes.
His heart nearly burst.
She sucked harder, one of her hands stroking up and down his shaft at the same time, stealing any sense of control he had left. She crushed his left ass cheek in her other hand, holding him against her face. It gave him little wiggle room, but his hips moved instinctively, his dick sliding in and out of her mouth.
Just as he neared the edge of exploding, she stopped.
“Are you okay?” he asked, truly concerned. Maybe having sex wasn’t the best idea after what happened at the restaurant.
“Just fine.” She smiled up at him, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Promise to leave those pants on while you fuck me.”
Vincent moaned, and lifted her to her feet. “I fucking love you, Tina.” He didn’t give her time to think about it or himself. He’d said it more freely than he intended to. But it was out there now, and he could never take it back, didn’t want to. He nudged her onto the edge of her mattress, doggie style. “You want me to leave my leathers on?”
She gazed over her shoulder, that cat-who-ate-the-canary smile as enticing as her little ass bobbing in the air in front of him.