seconds from dozing was when he was on the field…or alone locked away inside of the beach house.
“Because I’m not sure I’m even going.”
“Your father?”
He shook his head as his grip tightened around the blanket he was still holding. “Because of you.” At my startled look, he said almost impatiently, “I can’t stand the thought of being that far away from you, Tyra. Don’t you know that by now?”
“But you have to go.” I wisely chose to ignore his question. “It’s your dream.”
“I have to go,” he agreed with a nod. “But not because it’s my dream.”
I knew instantly what he meant, and I swear I never hated anyone as much as I did Franklin Rees. Someone I’d never even met. For all I knew, Vaughn could just be running game. A flawless one at that. One look in his desolate eyes, however, and I knew that he couldn’t be. His fears and frustrations that he was trying so hard to hide were very real.
Jaw tight, he stared down into my eyes, willing me to do something. I didn’t know what until he spoke. “I guess it doesn’t matter now.”
“No,” I agreed after some time. “I guess it doesn’t.”
Tonight wouldn’t change my decision unless he changed his. Feeling like I was falling into trouble, I leaned up to kiss him, hoping he could keep me in the clouds for a little while longer. He hesitated to kiss me back, but when he finally did, I was soaring. It had barely been a week since he last kissed me, and I was already dying. How could I possibly endure the rest of my life without it? Vaughn was the only boy I’d ever kissed, but I was convinced no lips were softer, no one else as skilled, gentle, and greedy all at once.
When we finally came up for air, Vaughn laid the blanket on the table underneath me before removing my T-shirt.
“Lie back.”
I was shaking too hard to do as he asked at first, but when I finally did, Vaughn wasted no time rewarding me. Leaning down, he flicked his tongue out, teasing my nipple before closing his lips around it while his hand caressed my knee. I held him there as his hand rose higher on my thigh until I was writhing mess. By the time he moved on to my other nipple, my desperate moans were competing with the sound of his hungry groans. When I felt like I’d reached the edge of the earth, another greedy lick and gentle bite away from coming, he pushed my leg up and out, opening me for him. My next breath stuttered out of me when he moved. His head was suddenly between my legs, and I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt him kiss me there.
Why was I so nervous? He’d eaten me out before.
“Relax.” After kissing my pussy once more, he met my gaze, his green eyes glittering with the command. “You were always meant to be here, Tyra. Like this. For me.”
My response, which was probably only a jumbled mix of sounds anyway, got caught in my throat when he reached for a condom. I watched him tear it open and slowly sheathe himself with bated breath. Had he always been that big? I couldn’t recall.
Noticing my trepidation, the corner of his lips turned up, and if I weren’t frozen in place, I would have broken his nose. “Not tonight, pip-squeak,” he whispered before kissing me. “I won’t fuck you just yet.”
I expected to feel relief at his promise, but all I felt was disappointment flowing through me. I never had any doubts that Vaughn was meant to be my first. If only he could let himself be my only.
Hearing something, my heard turned toward the house where the sound had come from. Oblivious, Vaughn began pushing inside me, and the rest of the world ceased to exist.
Even with Vaughn’s amazing restraint, I felt full.
My pussy tightened around the tip of his pierced cock, greedily working to pull him deeper. The harsh dip of his brows as he watched himself move in and out of me drew my gaze from the sexy flex of his sculpted abs. He withdrew, and once I lifted onto my elbows, a gasp fell from my lips when I saw the condom coated with my arousal. Vaughn began pushing inside of me once more, our breathing growing heavier, and his lids lowering with every inch he buried. His eyes were slits,