She’s (Still) Too Young (She’s Too Young #2)(14)

"Angel." Jack tosses back the remainder of his drink and sets the glass down with a thunk. "That's a good one."

"Watch it," I enunciate, my hands shaking with the need to hit something.

We rise from the table, and my security melts out of the crowd to assist Jack when he staggers forward. I expect him to take issue with the men keeping him from face planting on the ground, but he's still got a few brain cells firing, because he allows the help. We make it to the car without incident, and Jack is placed in the front seat with the driver where he promptly falls asleep against the door.

Veda is silent beside me on the ride home, but she's infinitely more … amorous than usual. I'm usually the initiator when it comes to our physical relationship, but that's mainly because I can't keep my goddamn hands off her longer than a few seconds when we're in the same room. Knowing this about me, Veda plays the seductress. The tease. The flirt. As we glide through the streets of Amsterdam, she's not being outright suggestive, but she continues to slide her hands up my thighs, trailing agile fingers across my abdomen, laying lingering kisses on the underside of my chin, the side of my neck. By the time we're a block from the house, my breath is sawing in and out, my legs wide open, just begging for her to jack me off.

Light from the streetlamps filters in through the tinted back window, allowing me to look down the neckline of her dress where it gapes open, showing off tits that were made to be fondled in the backs of town cars by desperate hands, made to accept a man's release and drip with it. Tits that spend the week pressed against the innocent blouse of a schoolgirl uniform, but that I plan on using for sin tonight.

"Veda." I catch her wrist before she can drag it over my stomach again and bait my hard-on. "I want to take my time with you for once. After what you said … " I can't go on. Only recently have I been required to express my emotions, and I'm still not adept at the task.



       
         
       
        

Veda turns more fully in the back seat and winds her arms around my neck. "You can take as much time with me as you need." She breathes against my Adam's apple, licks her tongue out to taste it. "I'm not going anywhere."

Fuck, she has my mind scrambled. Forget about my body. My cock could be used as a deadly weapon right now and she hasn't even touched it. "Let my men take your father inside to one of the lower floors." I noticed today that the ground level of the five-story home, while still connected to the house, has a separate entrance, so I instructed my security via text when we climbed into the car to take Jack there. "We'll follow after."

She nods and lounges back against the seat, head lolling with her little champagne buzz, letting me look my fill as the vehicle pulls to a stop outside the house. As were my directions, Jack is taken from the car and guided in a half-unconscious state down to the first floor. I'm grateful Veda's focus is on me and not the scene outside the car, because I wouldn't want her to be disturbed by it. I can't remember a time when my father was anything but stone-cold sober, brisk and unflappable but I imagine as a young man, seeing him incapacitated would have thrown me, at the very least, and I won't let Veda be upset by anything else this evening.

As soon as the door closes behind Jack and my men send me a thumbs up from the courtyard, I exit the car and circle to Veda's side, easing her out and into my arms. Climbing up the stairs to a home is exactly what I want out of life, and I pause to savor the moment. She's gazing up at me like I'm her hero, and I have to breathe through the ache forming in my chest.

When we get inside and through to the living room, however, the mood changes like fingers snapping. I set Veda on her feet, but she doesn't go far at all. Oh no. The girl is whimpering as she attacks my belt buckle, whipping the leather through my pant loops and falling to her knees to put herself mouth-level with my cock. "Ramsey," she says reverently, cupping me in her hands. "I need this."

"Say what you need, like a big girl."

She looks up at me through her forest of eyelashes. "I need you to fuck my little mouth hard." I'm still reeling from how hot that made me when she lowers my zipper and pushes down my briefs, allowing my pained length to bob free. "You're always calling my mouth pretty, but I think that's just because you want to make it messy. Don't you?"

"Yes," I grit out, reaching down to wrap a hank of blonde hair around my fist. "Just like last time. Take what you can and use your hand on the rest." I bite back a vile curse when she taps her tongue against the head of my cock, the subtle wet slapping noise reaching up and blowtorching my control. "Come on, angel. Every inch we get closer to your throat makes me a very happy man."