Finally Us (Next Generation #5) - J.M. Walker Page 0,7
myself, I was lonely at times.
“I get that.” Vince headed out to the living room and sat on the couch. “Are you joining me?” he called out.
I took a breath. I could do this. Right? I could keep my hands to myself. I wasn’t sure why I was fighting it now, especially when I didn’t on his eighteenth birthday. I didn’t know anything anymore but craved it just the same. The unknown was terrifying yet exciting.
Joining Vince on the couch, I made sure to sit at the other end. Any closer and I knew where I would end up. Beneath him or on top. Either way sounded delicious.
He chuckled, taking a sip of his water and winking at me over the rim of the bottle.
“What?” I glared at him.
“Nothing at all, Queenie.” His laugh deepened. “Nothing at all.”
I tossed a throw pillow at him.
Vince raised an eyebrow, the laughter stopping.
I swallowed hard. Just as I was about to jump from the couch, he caught me by the waist and threw me down. His fingers jabbed into my ribs.
I shrieked. “Vince, stop.” But I couldn’t control the laughter bubbling up from somewhere deep inside of me.
He laughed along with me but wouldn’t let up.
“Vince.” I couldn’t breathe. My sides ached from laughing so damn hard. “I can’t…I can’t breathe,” I said, panting.
He chuckled, no longer tickling me but staring down at me instead.
I realized then that I was beneath him and he was kneeling between my legs. All breath left me at feeling his powerful body above me. My mouth went dry. My hands were on his broad shoulders, his muscles jumping beneath my touch. This wasn’t like before. It had been three years. Three long years since I felt him inside of me. Three years since I heard his filthy words.
His eyes dropped to my mouth, his tongue licking along his full bottom lip. “I said you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands to yourself.”
A laugh escaped me. “Ass.”
He grinned, giving me a wink.
As much as I didn’t want him to, he pulled away and moved to the other end of the couch.
I sighed, sat up, and straightened my shirt.
“Come here.”
I caught his gaze.
He patted the spot beside him.
I took a chance and did as I was told and moved beside him.
He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me into his side. “I promised I would be a gentleman.” He kissed my temple. “But I never promised that I wouldn’t touch you.”
I snorted. “So, this is you being a gentleman then?”
He chuckled. “Yup.”
I sighed, snuggling into him. “Well…okay. I can handle this.”
“Good.” He placed a soft peck on my head. “I won’t pressure you into anything you don’t want to do, Gigi. But I promise you, I will fuck you again.”
My core clenched at the promise.
“And when that happens…” His mouth brushed along the shell of my ear. “I’m never letting you go.”
***
(Vince)
As much as I wanted to have sex with her again, I enjoyed spending time with her just as much. Maybe more.
Gigi was my weakness. When I was a kid, while other boys my age played sports, I pined after the one person I couldn’t have. If she noticed me then, she never acted like it. She had always been nothing but kind to me but until I started getting older, she never treated me anything more than just a kid.
Well I was going to show her that I was now a man. A man who could make her happy. Sure, I was turning twenty-one and she was older than me, but none of that mattered. Not when I had been in love with her for as long as I could remember. But I hadn’t told her that. She had been focused on her dancing career and I didn’t want to cause anything to disrupt that. I loved her too much for her to give up her dream for me. Not like that. So I would show her, little bit by little bit that we were meant to be.
While Gigi slept with her head on my lap, I ran my hand up and down her side. She started yawning halfway through the movie and I told her to lay down. She never even argued.
I almost hesitated coming over tonight because I knew that I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands to myself. No matter how hard I fought it, my body reacted to her before my brain could catch up.