Chapter 9 - Vince
I cradle her body closer to mine not wanting to move from this spot, but knowing I must. Kissing the shell of her ear, then down her neck because I can’t help myself. She arches in my hold trying to get just that much closer, and I can’t hold back my smile. Everything about his woman makes me feel complete. I watch her as she slowly wakes and stretches out her sore limbs. When her eyes focus on me she smiles.
“Good morning,” she says.
I kiss her gently on those lips I can’t seem to get enough of, “Morning.”
Brushing a few errant strands of her dark auburn hair so I could take in the full view of that beautiful face; she kisses my palm as I make a pass. My words are husky when I finally speak, “I have to leave.”
Her face falls, “So soon?”
“I need to get Teddy ready for his weekend job.”
“Oh, for his tutoring,” she nods absentmindedly.
Bending down I kiss the tip of her nose, “Believe me I’d rather stay here and kiss every sweet part of you, but adulting sucks sometimes yet that doesn’t stop it from needing done.”
Her lips tip up in amusement, “I know exactly what you mean. It’s even harder being constantly forced to converse with teenagers that have no sense of responsibility. Their habits try and rub off on you.”
My alarm goes off in my jeans lying somewhere nearby, and I groan, “I really have to go.”
Her arms go around my middle and she snuggles into me, “When will I see you again?”
“Maybe in the next few hours, but at the latest tonight,” I kiss the top of her head, before extracting myself from her arms. It was harder than I could think possible.
“Need anything before I go?” I ask.
“No, I’m pretty self-sufficient,” she watches the slow progress of my jeans. I fucking love how this woman looks like she would eat me up. If only I had the time. Her eyes are glued to the erection that is quickly making itself known as I zip and button my pants.
“Oh darling, I am quite aware that you are,” she doesn’t even look up to see my smirk.
“I’ll text you later, okay?”
This time she looks up, “Okay, are we having a night in?”
“It will definitely start out that way. And when we do leave to go out I want everyone to know what you had been doing. Hair wild and untamable, eyes glazed over with lust, cheeks a pretty pink,” I growl, “Oh yes, I want everyone in town to know you're mine.”
Her blush is so beautiful, and I wish I trusted myself to pull down the sheet to see all of where it is coloring her skin. Leaning on the bed I kiss her lips one more time.
“Think of where you want to go.”
I leave with the image of her mischievous smile lighting her face, and I can’t wait for what she has in store for us after I have my way with her.
The roads are dead at this time of the morning. Too late for the church, and too early for the bar. I arrive just in time for Teddy to dress and make it out the door for his ride. The girl that picks him up is cute. Emma I think Teddy said. Blonde hair, petite, and roughly the same height as Teddy. That’s all I can really tell from this distance. I don’t remember her coming around before, but from the way he doesn’t hesitate kissing her on the lips I’d say that he’s pretty comfortable in her company. When had I missed my little brother getting into a relationship for the first time? I question as I go room to room gathering the clothes that need laundered. There is enough laundry here to keep me busy for two days. So I do the guy thing and pick out the bare minimum that will get us by for another week, and promise my inner self, that doesn’t follow through, that the rest will get done in the next few days.
While the washer does it’s thing I clean the kitchen, and organize a few things that have found their way out of their designated places.
After three loads of laundry, and I finally feel like the house is in liveable order once more, the phone rings, with my hands busy I don’t even check the caller ID, knowing it can only be a few people.
“Hello.”
“I need you to go to the south side of town. Got a tip that Brianna has been spotted still in our territory,” Ric’s voice gravels over the line.
“Yeah, alright I can do that,” I say.
“I’ll be busy with church, so if you can’t get ahold of me later you’ll know why. Just leave a message with a report.”
“Okay, though I think this girl doesn’t want to be found.”
“Let’s just hope it’s that,” he hangs up. No greetings, no salutations, Ric’s got some manners.
Folding the last bit of laundry I head out. It’s quiet on the South side as usual, being the only thing out here is the corner bar, and a few houses. Walking into the bar I see the usuals hanging about. Town alcoholics, trouble makers barely legal. Asking all of them in turn, but they tell me they haven’t heard a thing about the missing girl. They don’t even seem to know who sent out a tip.
By the time I get back on the road it’s already five in the afternoon. When I’m almost home and stopped at a light I hear another bike close. I swivel in my seat finding Mac slowing to a stop besides me.
“Hey, where you headed?” I ask.
“Actually looking for you. Ric said that you may be headed home after checking the south side, he wanted me to join you on your next stop.”
“Next stop?” I pull out my phone and find a text that I’ve missed.
I need you to go to Brianna’s friends house, heard a report that she was seen leaving there. 1835 Huntin LN.
Mac hits my arm and points at the light. We speed through the green light, and head again towards the south side. The friend a short black haired, petite girl, with bright colored clothes, and weird rainbow eye glasses perched on her nose answers the door.
“Ummmm, did you take a wrong turn somewhere?”
“Brianna’s friend?” Mac asks bluntly.
She starts to nod, but folds her arms under her chest, and leans against the door frame, “What’s it to you?”
“It’s nothing to me, but I bet it means something to you. Have you seen her lately?” I ask.
She jerks her head in the negative, “No, and she won’t even return my texts which is unusual for her. We even had plans two days ago, but it’s as if she disappeared. Maybe she left with that guy she was seeing.”
“Grant?”
She straightens, and her hands ball up at her sides, “That jerk is not her boyfriend.”
Mac raises his hands in a placating gesture, the crease in his eyebrows tightening, “We don’t need the details, we just want to find the girl.”
She waves her hand in irritation, “Look I haven’t seen her, the guy she was seeing I don't even know his name, just that he's older than her, if you do see her tell her to call me. Unless you need something else get off my property,” she slams the door making it clear that asking something else is out of the question.
“I’ve got Grant’s address from the original request we can go check it out,” I suggest.
“No need, Ric sent me there already today.”
“So what, he’s got both of us on this?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Exit buddies until we find her.”
I groan, and he chuckles, “I know,” he says, “It never gets any manlier to say does it?”
“No.”
Mac chuckles again, “So where next?”
Pulling out my phone I check the time, “It’s a little late. Lets call it a night.”
Mac pulls out his own phone, “Fuck already 9 o’clock! Tracy is going to have my ass.”
“Ah shit! Sara!”
“What?” Mac asks confused.
“I forgot that we had plans tonight,” I confess.
“Awh shit, Both our asses will be had tonight.”
“Go home,” I gesture to his bike parked by the curb next to my own. “At least you can go home to yours.”
He snorts, “The fact you think that’s an advantage only means you are deeper in it than you think. Night Kid.” he waves over his shoulder. Calling her once the roar of his bike has faded; I shift from one foot to the other in nervous anticipation for her to pick up.
“Hello?”
“Sara.”
“Oh good you’re alive,” she bites out.
Okay so mad, maybe even pissed. Though considering; I can’t blame her. I had completely forgotten, and after yesterday I should have been more mindful. I seem to keep making mistakes with her.
“I’m really sorry Sara. I was out doing some stuff for the club and lost track of time. I don’t expect it to let up anytime soon either, but believe me I'd rather be spending time with you,” could I tell her what's going on? Would it help?
A long tense silence before she sighs heavily, “I understand.”
I can feel my eyebrows raise into my hairline. That is not what I was expecting. It must be a trap, so I continue to grovel, “I promise I will make it up to you.”
“I said I understand. I’ve been keeping myself occupied.”
“Oh yeah?” I question, “With what?”
“Wearing only my lingerie, coming at the thought of you catching me in the act…”
I groan, “You tease.”
“It curbed my anger some, so you should be thanking me.”
My jeans are suddenly very tight, “Oh darling, next time I see you I will thank you over and over again with my mouth.”
A little gasp from her makes me lose my own breath. Fuck, this woman!
“You like the thought of that don’t you.”
“Mmhhh,” she moans in my ear.
I grip the handles of my bike to keep them from grasping my dick in public and finding the same edge she is teetering on.
“Spread you open, lick every part of you until you break apart under my tongue. Lap at your clit until you push my head away because of the intensity.”
Her groans are sharper, and her pants are getting closer together.
“Then I’d do it all over again. Your fingers in my hair, while mine are at those thick nipples of yours until you are squirming.”
“Uhhhh fuck, please.”
“What do you want darling?” I hum into the receiver.
“You…,” she moans out.
“I love when you beg. Beg for it Sara.”
“Please make me come Vince,” her voice hitches. I’d give anything to be right there watching her. Her fingers spreading herself open, as she rubs furiously at her clit. Her eyes glazed over with lust, “Vince, oh God I’m so close. Please.”
Fuck!
My fingers twitch to grasp myself to make the edge bearable, but they stick firm, turning white, on my bikes
handle.
“Fuck baby, I love when you beg. I’d reward you with a quick plunge into your sweet heat. You feel me there don’t you?”
“Mhhhmm yes,” comes her breathy reply.
“You squeeze around me like a vice, and I pump into you even harder,” I take a steadying breath, “Fuck, I can imagine how your sweet pussy would feel so hot and wet around me.”
“Oh God,” she moans out.
“Deeper sweetheart, put your fingers in deeper, and tighter circles now on that hard clit,” I husk out.
“Oh, Fuck yes! Jesus fucking Christ, Vince!” I smirk as she shouts into my ear. I listen to her breath calm and steady, and try and ignore the pulsing in my jeans.
“Night Vince,” she hangs up without letting me say anything in return. The fact that she just used me to get herself off only makes me hotter for this woman.
Heading home, the way she sounded when she came, echoes in a loop in my mind. When I get home I finally take myself in hand and it takes me an embarrassingly short amount of time to find my own release.
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