Finally Us (Next Generation #5) - J.M. Walker Page 0,1

Even though I wasn’t that much older than him, I couldn’t let him use me when he was leaving in only a matter of days to go off to school. He would meet a bunch of girls, go to party after party, and probably meet someone else.

“Hey.” His hot breath fanned over my head. “What’s going on, Gigi?” he demanded, his voice rough. “You were crying. I don’t like seeing you cry unless I’m the one who causes those tears.”

My eyes widened. “You want to make me cry?”

He chuckled, brushing his finger down the length of my arm. “Not because I hurt you but because I make you feel so fucking good, you can’t help but sob for me.”

My mouth fell open.

I turned around, leaned against the side of the car, and stared up at him. “You think you can make me feel good?”

“No.” Vince grinned, leaning his other hand on the door, caging me in. “I know I can make you feel good.”

Was he that experienced? Had he been with other women already? Maybe he read and did research. God, now I was jealous over something that shouldn’t be happening between us in the first place, but I couldn’t help the way my body reacted to him. I was damn near vibrating out of my skin just to have him touch me and feel his lips on mine.

As much as I didn’t want to be used, the darker part of me, the part that would win out, wanted to use him up, spit him out and give him something to remember me by.

Vince reached out, brushing his fingers beneath the gold chain around my neck. It had been a present from him so many years ago. He had saved up enough money after getting his first job and bought me the necklace for my birthday with his own money. It meant everything that he did that for me, and I hadn’t taken the necklace off since.

“Why now?” I asked, trying not to focus on the fact he had my necklace in his hand. Or the fact my heart started racing even more now that he was standing so close to me. Or the fact he smelled so damn good. Like spice mixed with a hint of honey. It was sweet, yet toxic, and it messed with my head.

“Why not now?” He took a step closer. “It is my birthday after all.”

“I know. I planned your party remember.”

He leaned down toward me, his mouth mere inches from mine. Just when I thought he was going to kiss me; he brushed his lips over my ear. “I know and I still haven’t received my present from you.”

“What present?” I swallowed hard. “The party is your present.”

He chuckled, gripping my hip in a rough hold.

I bit back a gasp. His touch burned me through the fabric of my dress. If I was reacting this way to him before anything happened, I couldn’t imagine how it would be once we finally took it to the next level.

“Really, Gigi?” In a quick move, he kicked my legs apart.

The gasp broke free that time, my body falling back against the side of the car.

“You see.” His hand on my hip moved lower, hitting the hem of my dress and sliding beneath the fabric. “I think you’re lying. I happen to know that you do have a present for me. You’ve been wanting to give it to me for a while now. Maybe you didn’t even realize it until now.”

“W-What present is that?” I asked him, tilting my head to give him better access to my throat.

A deep rumble left him, the sound vibrating through every inch of me. The back of his hand brushed up my inner thigh, sending a wave of goosebumps in its path. “Your body.”

My stomach flipped at what he was suggesting. “Vince.”

“Shhh…” He cupped my jaw, turning my head toward the restaurant. The restaurant I had thrown him the party at. That housed our friends and family inside. Where anyone could walk out and see us standing by my car.

My body tingled at the idea of being caught. My core clenched, aching to be filled the longer time wore on where he wasn’t inside me. Knowing that at any second someone could see us, sent a thrill throughout every inch of me.

“Hmm…you like the idea of being caught,” Vince murmured against the side of my throat. While his hand that was between my legs, curled around my thigh, a low growl