Chapter Nineteen
Veronica
I’m pulled awake when strong arms wrap around me and drag me from my warm bed. I blink in confusion, trying to figure out what in the hell is going on. Finally, I’m able to focus on Van’s face. He isn’t looking at me. Instead, he is staring straight ahead as he carries me out of my room. A few seconds later, we are in his room, and he is placing me on his bed.
“What’s going on?” I ask in a sleep-roughened voice.
He crawls into the bed and pulls me against his side. “Don’t try that shit again. You sleep in here with me always.”
It takes a minute for his words to make their way through my tired mind. When they do, I pick each one apart, trying to figure out exactly what he means. Does he mean now, until Dad gets out of jail, or does he mean forever? I have to admit, I want forever.
“What are you talking about?” I ask, still feeling confused.
“You belong in my bed, not in the other room,” he states, running his hand through my hair. “Tomorrow, I want you to move your stuff in here.”
We have spent the last few nights sharing a bed, but that was different. We were at the clubhouse and then with the Grim Bastards. We’re home now, a home he shares with his daughter. She may not be here now, but she will be back soon. I just assumed he would want me back in my bedroom so Cline wouldn’t ask any questions.
“What about when Cline gets home?” I ask, wondering if I will have to move back to the other room.
His body goes taut for a moment before he relaxes and says, “I’ll talk to her, let her know things have changed. She won’t be upset.”
I’ve dated more than my fair share of guys, but none have ever made me want more than a little fun. I always knew I would settle down someday, get married and start a family, but I never met anyone that I wanted those things with. With Van, I want everything. I want him and Cline and all they are willing to give me.
Unable to hold back my question, I ask, “What are we doing here, Van? Is this just temporary, something to help pass the time ‘til Dad comes home, or are we starting something that could last?”
“I’m not sure,” he answers, causing my heart to crumble. “Fuck, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing anymore.”
I pull away, knowing I need to put some distance between us before I’m left with a broken heart. My body moves no more than an inch when he rolls over and grabs me. Before I can even blink, he is on top of me, looking into my eyes.
“I don’t know what’s gonna happen, but I want to find out,” he says, his voice sounding hard and determined. “No one can guarantee the future, Ronni, but right now, ours is looking pretty fucking bright.”
“What about my dad?” I ask, regretting the question instantly.
He leans forward and places his forehead against mine. “It might take him a while, but he’ll see the light.”
He’s right. Dad isn’t going to be thrilled about this, not in the beginning, at least. He isn’t going to mind that I’m with Van. He loves the man he watched grow from a boy. More importantly, he respects the man he has become. The thing that is going to piss him off is that we took this step when Van was supposed to be watching my back. He’ll get over it with time, but he’s not going to be happy at first.
Not wanting to talk anymore, not even wanting to think, I bring my lips to his and kiss him gently. The kiss picks up momentum within seconds as we devour each other’s mouths. I feast on his unique flavor, letting his delicious taste overwhelm me. With each stroke of our tongues, my core tightens in anticipation just a little more.
He shifts his hip, bringing his hard length right to my core. I instinctively wrap my legs around him and rub against him. A moan works its way up my throat as my pussy starts to ache with need. He growls against my lips, grinding against me harder. His cock brushes against my lace-covered clit, causing a fire to build within me.
My back bows off the bed as my body begs for more. He answers, sliding down and placing kisses on my neck. Each time his lips touch me, I mewl out in pleasure. His hands move down my body, grabbing the edge of my nighty. He pulls himself back just enough to work the silk up my body and over my head.
As soon as my chest is bared to him, his lips wrap around one of my nipples. He gives the tender skin a little nip before moving to the other one. Sucking it in, he draws a deep moan from my lips. He continues the treatment, making sure each pebbled peak gets the same attention. By the time he starts kissing his way down my stomach, my body is bucking against his.
He stops his descent right before reaching my panties. Grabbing the lace, he slowly pulls them down my legs then settles himself between my open thighs. Without warning, his tongue glides through my already soaking slit. He pays extra attention to my clit, circling once before giving it a gentle nip.
“Harder,” I beg, wanting more.
He sucks the sensitive nub deep in his mouth and slides a finger inside of me. The action causes my pussy to contract with anticipation. His teeth bite down on my clit, adding just a touch of pain to my pleasure. He does this again and again, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. When he adds another finger, fireworks explode throughout my body, and I scream out my orgasm.
I go lax as he moves up my body, stopping when his lips reach mine. When he kisses me, I can taste myself on him. The flavor is enough to send another wave of neediness through me. My arms wrap around him, holding him close as I put everything I have into the kiss. By the time we pull apart, we are both gasping for breath.
My eyes devour him as the moonlight illuminates his handsome face. Even in the limited light, I can see his light blue eyes are shining with affection. He may not love me, but he has feelings for me. That’s enough for me to look inside my heart. It’s fast, really fast, but I know the feeling is there. It’s strong and just getting stronger.
“I think I’m starting to fall for you,” I whisper, unable to hold the words back.
His full lips tip up, and he says, “You already fell, sweetheart, and so did I.”
Not giving me a minute to think about his words, his lips come back to mine. He slowly kisses me, putting everything he feels into his every movement. I return the kiss, hoping he can feel my love for him, even if I can’t say the words out loud.
He slowly pulls back, reaching over to the nightstand and pulling out a condom. We are both quiet as he rolls it on. I pull my legs up as he lines up his hard length with my opening, silently begging him to give me what I need. He answers by bringing his lips back to mine and slowly pushing inside.
I enjoy the feel of his mouth on mine for a moment longer before pulling away and looking into his clear blue eyes. What I see shocks the hell out of me and sends a wave of pure contentment straight to my heart. I’m not sure what love looks like, but I’m pretty sure that is what I am seeing now. No doubt, he’s seeing the same thing in mine.
His hardness glides in and out of me as we continue to stare at each other. His movements are slow, causing pleasure to build inside of me. I can feel a tingle starting deep inside me that I know will result in the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had. I already know it will be amazing, explosive, colossal, earthshattering.
Just the thought of knowing I may have this man for forever almost causes me to go over the edge again.
Van leans up, holding his body above mine, but never breaks his rhythm. Pulling his eyes from mine, he looks at our bodies joined together. I follow his gaze, enjoying the sight of his body connecting to mine. He pulls out to the tip, giving me a good view of his glistening cock, before sinking back inside.
“Beautiful,” I whisper, overcome by the sight.
“I know it may make no sense, but it’s like I’m seeing this for the first time,” he says, keeping his voice as quiet as mine.
Still watching, I understand what he’s saying. What we are doing now is different, so damn different from anything we did before. This is deeper, stronger, more powerful. I can feel the connection between us growing stronger each time he drives deep inside me. It’s like a new beginning, washing away my past, a cleansing of my soul.
“I understand,” I tell him before laying my head back on the pillow.
My hands make their way up to his chest, feeling his muscles flex as he holds himself above me. Moving up to his shoulders, I pull him back down to me, wanting to have him close. He gives no resistance as he lowers his face to mine, using his elbow to hold his weight. Moving his other hand up to my face, he runs a finger along my cheek, slowly dragging it over to my lips. As he traces the outline, I can’t help but suck the digit inside of my mouth.
His movements pick up speed, and a guttural groan leaves his mouth. My tongue trails around his finger as I pull it deep into my throat. Van picks up speed but still keeps a slower pace than what I'm used to from him. Pulling his finger from my mouth, he moves the wetness down to my clit. The first touch causes me to arch off the bed. I immediately feel a tightening in my lower stomach and know that I won’t last much longer.
“I’m close, Van, so close,” I moan out as he continues pumping into me.
Giving my clit a pinch, he says, “Give it to me, darlin’. I want to hear my name on your lips when I make you come.”
He gets exactly what he wants when he pinches my clit again. This time, it’s a little firmer, and I can’t hold back anymore. My orgasm rockets through me, and I was right. It is amazing, explosive, colossal, earthshattering. My walls clamp around him, pushing him over the edge with me. He continues stroking slowly into me until the aftershocks of our orgasms have faded. Only then does he lower his head back to mine and put his lips on mine once again.
By the time he rolls off of me and pulls me into his arms, one thought is running through my brain. He didn’t have sex with me, didn’t fuck me. Van Scott just made love to me, and it was the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced.