She smacked his arm, laughing. “Stop it!”
“You’re laughing,” he argued.
“But I’m being serious.”
“Bailey, your vagina is not going to break from overuse. It might get a little sore . . .” He grinned, taking a perverse kind of pleasure in the idea of “overusing” her.
“Oh, you’d love that, wouldn’t you?”
He had a flash memory of the night before and how hard she’d come while he fucked her with her hands tied to the bedposts. “Yes.”
She didn’t respond to that. “You can’t help with Dahlia but thank you for offering.”
“You’re welcome. As for two: Vanessa is still staying at the Grand and partying at Germaine’s. That seems to be the extent of her social life at the moment.”
“How do you know that?”
“I’ve been keeping an eye on things.” He reached over to squeeze her knee and instantly regretted it because all he wanted to do was slide his hand up her skirt. Seriously, the woman had him hornier than a schoolboy.
Patience.
He withdrew his hand. “I told you I wouldn’t let anything happen to you or the inn.”
“I know. Thank you for that, too.”
“Again you’re welcome. Now. About three.” He shot her a look and saw her tense. “I’m glad you feel that way,” he admitted, marveling at how much easier it got daily to be honest with her about his feelings. “I feel that way, too. I’m not saying that I’m going to change overnight, because I’ve spent my whole life working too hard and I imagine it’s not going to be an easy habit to break. But I want to see you.” He shot her another look and found her smiling at him. “A lot. You know, I’ve never taken two evenings in a row off work before.”
“Never?”
“Never.”
“That’s a good sign.”
“A very good sign. We just need to take each day as it comes; try and work this thing out.”
“But now at least I know we’re on the same page,” Bailey said. “We both want to see each other more.”
Vaughn’s chest swelled with deepening emotion at the giddy, glamorous smile on her face. It felt like he’d waited forever to be the man she smiled at that way.
“So.” She wiggled in her seat and brushed her hand over the dash of his Aston Martin. “Where are you taking me in this beautiful car?”
“The movies.”
She was quiet a moment. “Um . . . the movies are back that way. You know . . . in town.”
He smirked, enjoying the little game he was playing. “The movies in Hartwell are back that way. We’re not going to the movies in Hartwell.”
“Why not?”
“Because the movies at the mall are better.”
“But farther away.”
He grinned at her growing confusion. “This is a nice night for a drive.”
“And a nice car,” she conceded. “A very nice car.”
“Do you want one?”
“What?” Bailey squeaked.
Vaughn swallowed his laughter. “Only joking.” Kind of.
“Don’t do that. You gave me heart failure.” He felt her sudden scrutiny. “You know I’m not after your money, right?”
“Yes. I think it was the constant hostility for three years that gave you away.”
She chuckled. “I like this you.”
Contentment coursed through him. “I’m glad to hear it.”
A half hour later, after discovering they had similar taste in music, they pulled up to the mall outside Johnstown.
“It’s busy tonight.” She unbuckled her seat belt.
“I got you.” He got out of the car and hurried around to her side to open the door. She gave him that huge, beautiful smile as he held out his hand to help her out of the low-sitting supercar. “What?”
“You’re such a gentleman.” She moved into him, drawing circles on his chest with her fingertips and sending blood rushing straight to his dick. “It’s very hot, Mr. Tremaine.”
All in good time, he reminded himself. Vaughn captured her wrists and gave her a tight smile. “Not here.”
Disappointment clouded her expression and he had to remind himself that she wouldn’t be disappointed in ten minutes’ time.
Taking her hand he led her into the mall. There were still a lot of people milling around, especially teenagers, and when they arrived at the movie theater it was no different.
Vaughn searched the movie listing.
“What are we going to see?”
He deduced that Bailey would know more about today’s teens than he did. “What film would you least want to see if you were fifteen?”
She frowned at the question but turned to study the listings anyway. A few seconds later she pronounced, “The French one with subtitles.”
“The French one with subtitles it is then.”
“What?”
They were next in line and Vaughn bought two tickets for the foreign movie.
“Why are we going to see this?” Bailey hissed.
“It sounds interesting,” he lied. He wasn’t a foreign movie kind of guy. In all honesty he wasn’t a movie kind of guy, period. But he wasn’t here for the actual film.
Holding her hand, he led her down the hall past the theaters that were showing movies Bailey might enjoy seeing. “Here we are.”
“So do you like foreign movies then?” she whispered as he pulled open the door to their screening.
“Nope.”
“Then why are we here?”
Instead of answering he led her to the back row and sat her down. The movie had already started and there were a dozen people in the rows in front of them.
There were five rows between them and the person closest to them.
Bailey stared up at the screen where an Audrey Hepburn–type girl was riding her bike through the streets of some French town. Subtitles popped up on the screen as the girl apparently narrated the story. “Oh, God.” Bailey grimaced.
Vaughn hid a smile and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “You’re too far away.”
“I’m right next to you,” she whispered back.
“Sit on my lap.”
“What?” She reared back in confusion.
And that’s when he let his intentions blaze in his eyes. “Sit on my lap, princess,” he whispered.
Her chest started to rise and fall as she tried to catch her breath. “You don’t . . . ?”
Taking her hand, he guided his dazed woman off her seat and onto his lap so she was facing the screen. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she cuddled back into him. His dick delighted in the feel of her small, beautiful ass and strained to get closer to it.
His heart started to beat hard and fast.
To the outside observer it appeared as if they were just cuddling in to watch the movie.
After what felt like much too long listening to Bailey attempt to control her excited breathing, he whispered in her ear, “You cannot make a noise.”
She swallowed and nodded slowly. Vaughn pressed a kiss against her throat, finding her pulse and smiling at the discovery hers was racing, too.
“Watch the movie.”
She nodded again.
His dick got even harder in anticipation of what was about to happen.
Smoothing his hand down her thigh, he slipped it under the hem of her skirt and back up the inside of her leg.
Bailey reached to push her skirt back down, covering his wayward hand so no one could see should they walk by.
Her breath stuttered as his fingertips grazed her inner thigh and faltered at the feel of her underwear.
French dialogue became buzzing background noise as the theater melted away until it was just the two of them. All he could hear was her soft, shallow breaths, all he could feel w
as her, and all he could smell was the fruity scent of her hair.
“Vaughn,” she whispered.
“Shh,” he warned, “or I’ll stop.”
He knew her well enough to know the sudden rigid line of her back meant she was annoyed, and she was probably biting her lip so she didn’t call him a bastard. Holding back his amusement, he slid his hand upward over her panties and then under them. Vaughn had to bite back his groan as his index and middle finger found her already wet. Hitting target on her clit, he circled it lightly, torturing her a little.
Bailey gently undulated on his lap, her little gasp sounding far too loud to his ears. He stopped fondling her, and she turned her head to glare at him.
In answer he kissed her, deep and wet, his tongue mimicking what his dick would like to be doing right that second. When he pulled back he muttered against her mouth, “Keep quiet or I stop.”
She nodded, her breath ragged against his lips.
“Watch the movie, princess.”
He waited for her to turn back to stare at the screen and then he started circling her clit with his fingers again, the pressure light, and not nearly enough.
She told him this in the way she impatiently moved on his lap, her ass pressing hard on his erection, stroking it with each tiny undulation until he was desperate to sink into her. He held his own needs at bay and slid his fingers down inside her. The angle didn’t provide deep penetration, it was more torment than anything for her, and he made it worse by brushing his lips against her ear. “I wonder if any of them suspect that there’s a man finger-fucking his woman in the back row.”
Bailey whimpered and bit her lip harder, and he rewarded her by moving his thumb to her clit with more pressure this time. The hand still at her waist crept upward and he started to massage her breast, squeezing it the way she liked it, as he continued to stimulate her.
Vaughn’s chest started to pump harder as he felt how soaked she was, how fucking excited she was by this, and he marveled at his good luck to fall in love with a woman so sexually in tune with him.
“Vaughn.” Her soft gasp warned him, as did the tightening of her body. She turned toward him and he pressed her head to his throat, muffling her moan against his skin as she shuddered through her climax.
The man in the row nearest to them turned around and in the light of the screen Vaughn saw the stranger’s suspicion.
“I think we better go,” he whispered, trying not to laugh.
Bailey lifted her head. “Why?”
“We might have been foiled.”
Her eyes widened and she whipped around to stare. She tensed against him. “Oh. Yeah, let’s go.” She reached for her bag and slowly stood up, leaving Vaughn pondering his problem:
The very noticeable erection in his lap.
Bailey frowned at him. “What?” she whispered.
He gestured to his lap.
“Oh. Right.” She giggled, which earned them a “shh” from Mr. Suspicious five rows ahead. “Walk behind me.”
Vaughn rolled his eyes at her suggestion but got up. When she reached for his hand, he muttered, “Princess, you touching me will get in the way of me trying to get rid of this thing.”
“Okay.” Her laughter bubbled in the word.
He ignored it because even her amusement turned him on.
Fuck.
Letting her go ahead, Vaughn attempted to walk behind her, and as he did he tried to think of things to cool him down. Just as the image of Ira Green naked started to work its charm, he lifted his hand to run it through his hair and got a whiff of the smell of Bailey’s sex on his fingers.
“Move.” He put his hands to her hips and started ushering her quickly through the mall.
“Vaughn,” she complained as she stumbled on those far too sexy sandals she was wearing.
“No time to argue.”
He had her back at the car in record timing.
The Aston Martin’s tires squealed against the lot, drawing stares as he blew the hell out of there.
“Are you okay?” Bailey teased.
“Do I look okay?”
“No. You look like you’re about to burst out of those jeans.”
“Yes, well, the plan was to get you off, and then get me off.”
“But we got caught.”
He looked over at her and her eyes were glittering. “You liked that, too.”
The desire that flushed her face did his hard dick no favors. “I liked every part of it. Thank you.” She reached over and slid her hand up his leg. “I loved that surprise.”
He groaned as she rubbed her hand over his hard-on. “Princess,” he groaned again. “I’d do anything to make you happy.”
“I’m getting that.” She shifted closer to him. “Pull over at the next lay-by.”
“We could get caught.”
“Let’s try and see if our luck holds out.”
She didn’t need to tell him twice.
“Wait,” she complained as they passed the next lay-by. “You missed it.”
Vaughn shook his head. “I know somewhere we’re less likely to be interrupted.”
Five minutes later he pulled off the road and into a public park they’d passed on the way in. The lot was empty as it was too dark for children to be there running around, and too late for parents to be enjoying eating out in the sun at the picnic benches.
“I’ve never had sex in a car.” Bailey’s words were thick with excitement as she set about unzipping his jeans.
“That makes two of us.” He grinned at her as he lifted his ass up off the driver’s seat to push his jeans and underwear down. Settling back down he released the seat from its position and pushed back, giving her more room to climb on top of him.
Bailey eyed him with a dark hunger that made him swell to almost painful.
“Come on, princess,” he demanded.
In answer she reached under her skirt and slipped down her underwear. As she began to climb over him, he said, “Wait. I need a condom.”
“I’m on the pill.” She brushed her lips against his. “Do you trust me?”
“You know I do.” I love you. “Fuck,” he breathed, beyond desperate to get inside her now that he knew there would be nothing between them. But first, “Take off your top.”
She didn’t even hesitate. Her sweater, camisole, and strapless bra were off in seconds.
“God, I need inside you.” He cursed under his breath as she straddled him, her perky tits bouncing with the movement.
As she took him in hand and guided him to her, Vaughn’s breath stuttered at the first clutch of her around him. She began to lower herself slowly down over him, a satisfied, smug smile of power on her beautiful face.
We’ll just see about that.
Bailey
I didn’t think there had ever been a time in my life where I was more turned on. I didn’t know if it was the risky foreplay in the movie theater, or how close Vaughn seemed to losing control, or how amazing it was that he’d done this for me. All I knew was that I’d never been more desperate to have a man inside me as I was to have this man inside me.
And right now he felt un-freaking-believable inside of me.
I moaned, leaning in to kiss him, a deep, languid, lusty kiss that made my sex pulse around his cock. Shifting upward, I was surprised when Vaughn gripped my hips and slammed me back down. Sensation blew through us and I made to ride him, but his grip tightened, keeping me still.
“What are you doing?”
He stared deep into my eyes. “I thought you liked me taking control.”
I shivered, because I loved him taking control during sex. I’d never felt more feminine, sexy, and powerful in my life than I did when I was having sex with Vaughn Tremaine. “You know I do but I thought the purpose of me riding you was to be in control.”
“Not necessarily.” He grinned, and then ground up against me.
I gasped into his mouth at the sensation coursing through me.
I sighed in pleasure, dreamy, goddamn, car-spinning pleasure, as he thumbed my clit and sucked my nipple at the same time. Desperately wanting to ride him, I whimpered as he held me still with his other hand. If I had wanted to, I could have taken back the control, but his version of events felt damn good, too.
As he licked, teased, and tormented my breasts, I arched my back into his play, shifting my hips slightly into his thumb on my clit.
Higher and higher he pushed me toward the cliff edge that would take me up and over into heaven, and just as I was nearing the top he pressed his face to my breasts and gritted out, “I can’t wait.”
I didn’t need to ask what that meant. I eased his head back, cupped his face in my hands, and rose up. We moaned into each other’s mouths at the feel of his thick cock moving inside of me.
And then I began to ride him, so close to coming I lost control, riding him hard, needing the delicious satisfaction I only ever found with him.
“Fuck!” he bit out, his hands squeezing my breasts as I went wild on him.
And then I hit the top, stiffened on the cliff edge, and launched over, crying out his name. I shuddered and pulsed around his cock and his thumbs dragged over my nipples as he tensed beneath me. Seconds later his cock swelled and throbbed inside me, and as I came down from my own orgasm I felt the wet of his release.
Holy hell.
I collapsed against him, completely ruined in the best way possible.
Almost purring, I snuggled into him as he held me close, caressing my back in this soothing, tender way that, combined with the aftershocks of that outrageous orgasm, made me want to cry.
“Was it everything you hoped it would be?” Vaughn teased, sounding content.
I snuggled closer to him. “More. So much more, Tremaine.”
He chuckled and hugged me. “I should get you back home.”
“In a minute. This feels too nice to end it just yet.”