Worth the Chance(24)
Walking past her with the paper still clenched in my hand, I grab my coffee and make my way into the living room. Ally follows closely behind.
“I don’t know, Ally.” I let out an exasperated sigh. It’s not for effect while telling my story, I truly feel conflicted. “When I’m around him, it’s so easy to feel like I can fall for him again. Like we could pick up right where we left off, almost as if he didn’t walk away one day and forget I ever existed. It scares me how easy it was for him to leave.”
“Maybe it wasn’t as easy as you’ve thought all these years, Liv. Did you ask him?”
“I did. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t help myself…I needed to know how it was so easy for him, when it was so, so hard for me.”
“And what did he say?”
“He told me what I wanted to hear.”
“Which is what? Different from the truth?”
“I don’t know, Ally. I’m afraid to believe it’s the truth. That I can trust him. That maybe we could pick up where we left off. Or better yet, start over. As adults.”
“Guess you have to decide. Is he worth the chance? The chance that maybe if you let him in, he’ll stay this time?”
I’m in a fog as I run through all of my weekend errands. My mind keeps finding its way back to Vinny at every turn. At the gym for my spin class, I think about the smooth lines of his muscular, carved abdomen stretching as he led the class through a series of kicks yesterday. At the dry cleaner, a nice looking man in an expensive suit smiles at me and attempts to strike up a conversation. But my mind only thinks about how much better Vinny would look in the three thousand dollar Armani the handsome man is sporting. All roads just seem to lead my mind back to one place.
I stop by the bookstore after my last errand. There’s nothing better to clear my mind than spending a few hours perusing the aisles and sipping a caramel latte from the in-store coffee bar. I pick up a few novels I’ve been meaning to check out. Flipping a few pages into the first chapter of one, I begin to read, attempting to decide which book I’ll be spending the evening with.
His thick, throbbing erection slips past my opening, landing on my aching clit. A low moan escapes me in a deep throaty breath and it fuels my lover’s desire. With a growl, he rears back and thrusts into me, filling me deeply in one heavenly plunge. Oh my, and I’m only on page six. I’m thinking I may have found my newest purchase, my date for tonight, when my phone rings, bringing me back from a place I was just beginning to enjoy.
“Hey.” Just hearing Vinny’s deep voice makes me smile
“Hi.”
“Are you home?” he asks.
“No, I’m at the bookstore.”
“Looking for something for work?”
“Actually no. I was just trying to decide on a good book to snuggle up with tonight.”
“What kind of book?”
“Ummm…romance.”
“Snuggle up with me instead tonight.”
I laugh because he’s teasing, but something in his tone tells me it’s also a real invitation. “But I was so looking forward to reading my smut tonight.”
“Smut? Bring it, you can read it to me. We can act out the scenes.”
Suddenly, my throat goes dry. Visions of Vinny acting out the short scene I was just reading makes my head spin and my hormones get the best of me.
“Liv.”
It takes me a minute to snap out of my daze and respond. “Yeah, I’m here.”
“Buy the book that’s in your hand right now.”
“How do you know there’s a book in my hand right now?”
Vinny chuckles. “What’s it called?”
“Ummm.” Shit, couldn’t I pick up something with a less telling title. His Thick Heat. “I don’t have a book in my hand,” I lie.
“Buy the book, Liv.”
“You’re insane, you know that?”
“So I’ve been told. Buy the book, Liv. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“But…”
“No buts. Seven, Liv…with the book.”
And then he’s gone.
Chapter 17
Vinny – 7 years earlier
The last few weeks we’ve spent more time fooling around than working on English. Only in this subject, I’m the tutor and Liv’s the student. The hottest little student I’ve ever seen. And a damn fast learner too. It’s been hell taking it slow. All I want to do is be inside her, and she wants it too, I can see it in the way her eyes glaze over when I slide my fingers into her. She’s so tight and hot, and her body responds perfectly to my every touch. And she makes this little sound that drives me crazy. I doubt she even realizes she’s doing it. A sound that’s a cross between a moan and a purr, and I’m afraid I might explode if I ever hear it with my dick inside her.