Vincent (Made Men Book 2)(90)

That was all Lake needed to lose all control, the orgasm racking her body and causing her pussy to spasm over his cock, which sent him over the edge, too.

She bit her finger, trying to hush her screams as his thrusts continued, both of them shaking as their orgasms tore through.

Her eyes fell closed from her haze. He is trying to kill me.

After a moment of attempting to regain his breath, he went for the dress tangled around her hips, making her sit up so he could pull it over her head. Then he kissed her mouth, sliding his tongue inside to claim another part of her.

“I love you so fucking much.”

Lake’s heart ached when he spoke those words again to her then climbed into the bed, pulling her to his chest. Something still kept her from saying it, unsure if the lust and the fucking between them had caused her to like him more than she usually did.

Something also scared her, as the first time they had fucked had been much tamer than this time. His other side was slowly starting to come out, but she could see him fight and torture himself to keep it at bay. Lake knew he didn’t want his dark side to come out on her any more than she did, showing how much he truly loved and cared for her. However, with how fast that had escalated since the last time, she didn’t know how many more times they could fuck before Elle’s words became true.

“Vincent…” She bit her lip, turning over onto her back to look at him. Something else had been bothering her, and she didn’t know how to say it other than simply coming out with it. “How can you love me? I’m not Italian.”

“So? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He looked at her in confusion.

“I just thought you would only want to be with someone who had Italian blood, because of the family and their rule of only Italians being made. It was stupid to ask. I mean, we haven’t even been together…” Her voice trailed off before she shut her mouth and turned back on her side.

She shouldn’t have asked him that. He had said he loved her, not that he wanted to marry her. Still, she couldn’t see Vincent with anyone except his own kind for life as the Family was everything to him. He would want his son to be made, if he had any in the future. That’s how the Vitale’s work, and I would taint them.

Vincent turned her back to look at him, clearly understanding where she was going with this. “You do know Nero’s mother wasn’t Italian? The rule of only being Italian has become more lenient in the Family. You used to have to be a hundred percent Italian to be made, but that’s just not realistic anymore. Now you just have to be of Italian descent.”

“Really?” she asked, trying to make it seem like it wasn’t such a big deal to her.

“Yes.” He kissed her before he rolled her back on her side. “Having the last name Vitale makes you Italian enough.”

Lake smiled at his words as she started to drift off to sleep in his arms, her sleepiness revealing her thoughts. “Don’t leave me in the morning. I hate not waking up beside you.”

He pulled her naked body closer to him. “I won’t, baby. Not anymore.”





Chapter Fifty-One

The Peanut Butter To Her Jelly, The Chip To Her Dip, The Pop To Her Tart



Rolling over when the grogginess of her sleep started to wear off, she ran into a hard body. It was the first time ever she had woken up beside him, proving how far their relationship had come. Lake swallowed the lump in her throat, looking at perfect, sleeping Vincent.

Oh, shit.

Vincent sleepily moved her closer to him by pulling her halfway under his naked body.

She tried to wiggle out from underneath his arm, her thoughts on their relationship too much, but his body had her pinned.

“Go back to sleep,” Vincent grumbled when she didn’t try to give up.

“No, I need”—she strained, trying to push him off her—“to get up.”

He didn’t budge. “No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do!”

“No.”

Lake sighed. “Vincent, I need to see Adalyn and tell her what a terrible best friend I am.”

Leaning up, he looked down at her, still pinning her with his body so she couldn’t get free. “So, you’re a terrible best friend just because you fucked her brother? Twice?”

“Oh, my God.” Lake covered her eyes. Hearing it out loud made it that much worse. Worst best fucking friend ever.

“Shit happens.” He uncovered her eyes, taking her hands and pinning them to the mattress above her. “And, Lake, I didn’t exactly make it easy on you not to fuck me, so blame it on me.”

She stared up at him, wondering how in the world it didn’t faze him that he had slept with his sister’s best friend. “So, you don’t feel bad at all for what happened between us?”