Isabel…set Vince free before he kills himself trying to run from the past. This has to end somehow.
But even as Nolan murmured the small prayer, he didn’t hold out much hope. Vince seemed on a collision course with destruction no matter how hard they all tried to pull him out of the skid.
And that worried the hell out of Nolan.
He couldn’t lose his twin, it would be like losing a piece of himself.
Nolan tightened his arms around Shannon.
In the end, all he could do was have faith that fate had bigger plans than mere mortals could understand.
-10-
The night ended and Vince shepherded Emma from the restaurant and into the Towncar but instead of instructing the driver to take them straight to the penthouse, he gave him an alternate location, a place with privacy and a spectacular view.
They pulled up to an area known as The Widow’s Peak, a bluff that overlooked the city and parked. “Where are we?” Emma asked, accepting his help from the car to look around. “You’re not bringing me out here to kill me, right?”
He cut her a sidewise glance. “You watch too many movies. Besides, if I were going to kill you, would I bring my driver as a witness? I’m no expert in the crime of homicide but I would imagine that’s something you’d want to do without witnesses.”
“He could be your accomplice,” she suggested but she allowed him to draw her closer to share his warmth as he took them to the highest spot with the best view. “Oh…that’s pretty,” she exclaimed softly, settling against him. If she felt his rock hard cock pressing against her backside, she didn’t mention it. “I never knew this was here. How did you find it?”
“My father owned the property with the hopes of building a hotel but he never got around to it and the land just sat empty and unused. Nolan and I used to come out with friends and get drunk.” And other things.
“You were really bad boys, weren’t you?”
“I could deny it but we both know I’d be lying. Yes, we were bad boys.”
She turned to him, wetting her lips. “Are you still a bad boy?”
“The worst,” he answered quietly, drawn by the sweet promise of those beautiful, pouting lips. He wanted her so badly he shook with it. Why had he brought her here? He should’ve had the driver take them straight to the penthouse. She shivered and he gently rubbed the bare skin on her shoulders. “Are you cold?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Do you want to leave?”
“No.”
He reached up and pulled the pins from her hair so that it tumbled in loose, bouncy waves down her back. Vince buried his hand into the soft hair at the nape of her neck and pulled her closer. She came without resistance but her eyes had widened. “Are you still in pain?” he asked.
“A little,” she admitted a bit breathlessly. “Nothing a little ibuprofen won’t take care of.”
“Good.” And then he couldn’t wait a moment longer before he tasted her lips, felt her tongue against his. The petal soft press of her lips gave way to the invasion of his tongue as he swept her mouth with an expert, almost feather-light touch meant to explore and excite. She shuddered and he tightened his grip on her, needing to feel more of her body against him. A wild rush whooshed through his veins and the need for more seized his ability to think rationally and stomped it into pulp. Their tongues twined and danced, sliding against one another in a symphony of awakening desire and soon he was practically holding her up as she’d literally gone weak in the knees. He grinned and scooped her into his arms, stalking for the Towncar. So much for the grand plan to slowly seduce her until she was putty in his hands. He deposited her on her feet at the door of the Towncar and instructed the driver to take them to the penthouse — immediately.
But he didn’t think he could wait. His eyes were crossing with need and his vision had narrowed to Emma and only Emma. Her breath had become shallow and her pupils were dilated, betraying her desire as well. He was thankful for the privacy shield on the Towncar for he didn’t want an audience for what he wanted to do to her. With a growl, he pulled her onto her back and lifted the hem of her dress, sliding the fine fabric up her thigh until he reached the apex and caught sight of the tiny square of panty hiding what he wanted most. “What are you doing?” Emma asked as if embarrassed and tried to push her dress back down.
“You still owe me that kiss.”
“You lost the bet,” she said with a shake to her voice. “And what do you mean you didn’t get your kiss? What were we doing outside? Felt like kissing to me.”
He cocked his head at her and gently pushed her hand away. “I did not lose. You and I both know you lied, which means you forfeit and I win either way. But that’s not the kiss I was looking for. Now stop trying to be in control and let someone who knows what you need, give it to you.”
“Oh God,” she said, clapping her hand over her eyes. “I can’t believe this is happening. I’m not really into this sort of thing. I’m sorry, I’m sure you’re very talented but I’m just not into this…you know, type of thing.” He ignored her and tugged her panties free, tossing them to the floorboard as he feasted his eyes on the lovely little mound and sweet, dewy cleft. Had he ever seen a more beautiful pussy? He couldn’t wait to taste and explore those secret feminine folds but he soon realized Emma was babbling and he smiled, eager to hear her words turn to gasps. “I mean, I know guys feel obligated to go down on a woman but— Oh!” Vince parted her nether lips and dipped his tongue inside for an exploratory taste, wanting to savor every second of her essence on his tongue. His eyes slammed shut as a wave of intense lust overtook him, rocking against his ability to remain cool and in control, even in his most intense sexual encounters. He wanted to own every moan, every gasp, every sensation rioting through Emma’s body starting with this moment. He buried his face between her damp folds, inhaling the beautifully feminine musk, loving it more than any expensive perfume ever dabbed along a female’s flesh. Vince found the rigid fleshy nub and began to mercilessly tease and coax it into swelling beneath his tongue.
“Oh God,” she whimpered, her hands clutching mindlessly at the black leather, her hips jerking as he held her down, anchored to his marauding mouth. “V-Vince…oh God…Ohh! Ohhhh!” Sweat dampened his hairline as he pushed her to that edge, needing to know that he’d made her cum. It mattered to him unlike ever before that he was the one to make her shatter. Within seconds her thighs began to shake and he crowed silently, driving that tempo to its final conclusion. Cum for me, baby, he thought, lapping at the tiny, engorged little clit, and then she stiffened and her strangled cry was music to his ears as she thrashed against the waves rocking her body. He pulled away slowly and watched as she rolled to her side, curling into a limp ball as she gasped with the pleasure. Finally she flopped to her back to stare at him, almost uncomprehending of what had just happened. When she could speak again, she slowly sat up and tried to push the wild hair from her eyes. She looked adorably disheveled and it occurred to him that she looked more beautiful now than all dolled up. Perhaps he would keep her in his bed at all times. “I never knew…” she said, then as if realizing she’d spoken outloud, blushed and looked away. “I don’t even know what to say. This is embarrassing.”