“I can see the headline now,” she says, breaking the silence. “Lawyer beats up Mafia assholes with nunchakus.”
I throw my head back and laugh.
She’d do it in fuckin’ stilettos too.
Clover runs back in, a cheeky grin on her little face. She puts her hand out and says, “Are you coming, Uncle Vinnie?”
I take her small hand in mine and let her lead me outside. Shay is sitting with Bailey, Tina, Lana, and Anna, and I can hear her laugh over all of theirs. She’s freshly showered and wearing jeans with a tight white top.
“Shay,” I say, getting her attention. I go and stand by her seat. “This is Princess. Princess, this is Shay.”
She looks up at me and says, “My name is Clover, Uncle Vinnie.”
Shay smiles warmly. “Hello, Clover. Nice to meet you.”
“She’ll always be the princess to us,” I say, grinning when Clover jumps on Shay’s lap. I sit down, listening to the conversation and inserting my input when needed, but really my attention is on Shay. What is it about her? She starts to laugh again, and it makes my dick harden. I love seeing everyone, and I love that they’re welcoming Shay like this, but really I just want to take her into my room, lay her down, and fuck her until she screams. I want to taste her. Devour her. Since we haven’t even started up the grill, I don’t think that’s going to be happening for at least the next few hours. Maybe I could sneak her away after we’ve done our time being social.
“What are you thinking about, Vinnie?” Lana asks, pushing her glasses up on her nose. “You look like you’re planning something evil.”
“That’s exactly what I’m doing,” I tell her, grabbing a chip from the center of the table when I see Arrow heading toward the barbecue. I follow him and offer my assistance, which he declines. He takes his own cool time cleaning it, then firing it up. I shift on my feet, my gaze going back to Shay. The top she’s wearing makes her tits look good. I really want those in my mouth and hands right now.
“A little impatient today, huh?” Arrow asks, smirking at me knowingly. I drag my gaze away from her and onto Arrow, which instantly kills any sexual thoughts.
“Just a little. It’s like everyone is going in fuckin’ slow motion,” I grumble, running my hand over my head.
“Go disappear for a bit,” he says, eyes dancing with amusement. “Food won’t be ready for another hour, my guess.”
That sounding like a perfect idea, I tap Arrow on the back, and then head for Shay, one thing on my mind. I offer her my hand, and she gives me a look of confusion but takes it, letting me pull her out of her chair and lead her inside.
“Where are we going?” she asks, her steps quick as I practically drag her to my bedroom. I lock the door behind her and pull off my T-shirt. I must have a predatory look in my eye, because she takes a step back, biting her lower lip, her eyes roaming down my chest. She likes my body, I know it, and I’m not ashamed to use it to get what I want.
“We can’t just—”
“We can,” I cut her off, crooking my finger. “Come here.”
She steps toward me, resting her hands on my bare chest.
“I want you, now.”
“I want you too.” She breathes, pressing her lips to my skin.
That is all the permission I need.
I grip her face in my hands and kiss her deeply, lifting up her face. I show her how much I want her with my mouth, the kiss hungry and almost desperate. I walk her backward with our lips still pressed together, until we reach the bed. Then I start to lift off her top, pulling back from her only to get it over her head. Her bra goes next, and I lay her back on the bed, kissing her as my hands cup her breasts, flicking my thumbs over her nipples.
She arches her back a little, and I reach down to undo the button of her jeans, then lower the zipper. She slides them off herself, making me grin when she struggles to get them over her knees. I get off the bed and pull them down, throwing them on the floor, then removing the bright red panties she is wearing. I admire her for a second, her hair spread all over the bed, her dark eyes pinned on me. Bedroom eyes she has, devil eyes. Eyes that I want to look into as she sucks my dick, on her knees, while I hold her hair away from her face.
But now, it’s me who gets on my knees, spreading her thighs and bringing her pussy to the end of the bed, spread before me like a feast. I look up at her as my mouth descends, her eyes still on me, her perfect lips open slightly. I lick her once, twice, before sucking on her clit, just the way I know she likes it. I ease up a little, not wanting her to come straightaway, no, I want her to enjoy this.