Chapter Thirty
Veronica
I watch Brass and Erin drive away, tears in my eyes. Her time here, all three days, passed by in a flash. Half the time, she was with the brothers, teaching them how she made my phone untraceable. The rest of it was spent in some guy’s bed, a different one every time. I feel like I only got to spend a few minutes with her during her whole trip.
She was able to give Riot what they needed. By the time she was done, they offered to pay her to come down to teach them a few more tricks. I could see her mind running through the ideas, knowing she would help them reach technological advances other clubs have not dreamed about.
“I’m going to miss her,” I say, leaning into Van’s side. “We’ve been so close; I’m not sure how I am going to make it without her and Kat by my side.”
My mind is filled with dread, not knowing when I will see my friend again. I tried to talk to her about moving to Indy, but she wasn’t around enough for me to do much more than mention it. I thought she’d be the easy one to convince, but I guess I wrong.
He kisses the top of my head and says, “She’ll be back soon.”
I jerk back and look at him. “What are you talking about?”
“She said she and your other friend were thinking about moving to Indy. They’re just waiting for Kat to hear back from IUPUI,” he explains, shocking the shit out of me. “As long as she can get a job, they’ll both be here before the end of the summer.”
“What?” I repeat, not quite believing my ears. “They’re moving here?”
Even though that was my exact plan for our future, I have never brought it up to either Kat or Erin. I’ve tried, more than once. Over Skype, I have tried to discuss it with them, but they shut me down each and every time. I thought it was their way of saying no without actually having to say the word.
Van steps back enough to raise his hands and cup my cheeks. “Erin’s not stupid. I doubt your other friend is either. They don’t want to be away from you. If moving to Indy keeps you close, they are more than willing to pack their shit and make the move.”
“Why didn’t she tell me?” I ask, wondering how he knew and I didn’t.
He shrugs before replying, “Does it matter?”
Before I can say anything, he plasters his lips to mine. Within seconds, all thoughts of Erin and Kat moving to Indiana fly from my brain. I am completely focused on Van and the way he makes my body feel.
He wraps his arms around me, picking me up off my feet. “This has got to be fast. Cline’s gonna be home soon.”
I get what he is saying. Cline is still with Milly, but one of the brothers will be bringing her home soon. If we want to have a little fun, it will have to be a quickie. That sounds just fine to me—more than fine, considering how good Van’s quickies can be.
I feel him moving to take off his cut, so I release my lips just long enough to pull his shirt over his head. After laying his clothing on the table by the door, his lips find mine again. Kicking the door shut, he slams my body into it, never losing contact with my mouth. Reaching down, he unbuttons the top of my shorts and pushes them, along with my panties, down my legs. When they hit my feet, I kick them to the side, freeing my legs.
As he lifts me, I wrap my legs around his waist, and he holds me up with one hand and the power of his body. He moves his other hand between us and pulls my shirt over my head before sliding his hand between my legs. Within seconds, I am moaning my need against his lips.
“Thank God,” he whispers against my lips. “You’re so fucking wet.”
He moves his hand to his jeans, quickly unbuttoning and dragging down his zipper. A second later, his already hard cock is nestled between my wet lips. He doesn’t wait, doesn’t bother to ask permission, just slams into me.
My head flies back, banging into the door, as pleasure and pain zip through my body. I tighten my legs around his hips, letting him do all the work. He glides in and out of me, hitting my sweet spot with each and every thrust.
Within minutes, I am panting with anticipation. He doesn’t touch me, nothing more than his hand cupping my ass against the door. His hard length is doing all the work. Every time he draws out of me, he pulls another moan from me. When he thrusts in again, I cry out in ecstasy, knowing my orgasm is just around the corner.
I try to hold back as long as I can, but I don’t think I will be able to. His need for me combined with the feel of him inside me is almost too much to take. Looking down at him, I see he’s staring at me with his beautiful blue eyes.
I reach up and fist his auburn locks, running the strands through my fingers. Van releases his hold on my ass long enough to lower the front of my bra, the cups pushing my breasts into his face. Lowering his head, he takes my nipple into his mouth, pulling and sucking on the hardened peak. Each tug brings me closer and closer to release.
Moving to the other side, giving it the same torturous pleasure, he brings his hand back between our bodies. As he caresses my swollen clit, I feel my pussy start to clamp down on his cock. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, the pressure building so high within me, he gives it a hard pinch, and I come undone.
Screaming out his name, I ride out the intense waves of my orgasm. Van groans as my pussy tightens around his hardness. He powers through, giving a couple more thrusts before following me over the edge.
Catching our breaths while the aftershocks fade away, I pull Van close, holding him to me. “That was fucking amazing.”
Holding me until my legs aren’t so shaky, he says, “I don’t think there will ever be a time between us that isn’t amazing.”
Knowing we don’t have much time before Cline comes home, I pull out of his arms and walk over to my clothes. Picking up my shirt, I pull it over my head and then bend down to get my panties and shorts. As I stand back up to fix my clothes where they were turned inside out, I notice that there isn’t much movement from Van.
I turn my head to look at him, wondering why he isn’t in a bigger rush to get dressed and see the look of lust on his face as he stares at my naked ass. Even though we just had sex, he looks like he’s seconds from grabbing me again. I turn around and look down his body, seeing that he is standing at attention once again.
“Did you not get enough the first time?” I ask, shocked that he is ready and willing to go another round, especially when there’s no time for it. Not that his body has much to do with that, but he’s not even trying to get dressed.
Van moves his eyes back up to my face before answering. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”
I shake my head, raising my hand up and reminding him of something he already knows. “Cline will be home in just a minute.”
He walks over to me, reaches out, and pulls me to him. “With you bent over, my cum dripping down your leg, it made me hard all over again. All I could think about is bending you over something and taking you hard.”
I’ll admit, that does sound really good. “Well, you’ll just have to bend me over something later.”
A smile covers his lips as he says, “Oh, you better believe that’s something I plan on doing real soon.”