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Vince let go of my knee, pulling free from my body and wrapping his fingers around his cock. He stroked hard and fast, his breathing coming out ragged.
I watched in awe as he fucked his own hand.
A muttered curse left him as hot jets of his release landed against my ass and lower back. He reached out, brushing his thumb through some of the liquid and rubbing it into my skin on the cheek of my rear. It was almost like he was staking his claim.
“Vince,” I whispered.
He stuffed his cock back into his pants. “Don’t move.”
Much to my surprise, he pulled his phone out of the pocket of his pants. He took a step back, holding the phone out in front of him and snapped a picture.
“What are you doing?” I asked, a flush of heat spreading over my skin.
His dark eyes met mine that time. “I took a picture.” He turned his phone around, showing me the image.
My cheeks heated at seeing me naked with his cum on my ass.
“Yeah, I see that.” I turned toward him. “But why?”
“It’ll give me something to jerk off to whenever we aren’t together.” He shoved his phone back into his pocket.
My stomach tumbled. “Oh, is that all?” Instead of waiting for him to answer, I went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. Wiping him off of me, I let out a soft sigh.
“Gigi.” Vince came up behind me. He pulled another towel off the rack and started running it through my hair. “You have to know that I’m not giving up.”
“I’m sorry for the text. I didn’t want to send it.”
“Then why did you?” He spun me around. “I’ve spent years trying to get you to notice me. And then these past few weeks together.” His shoulders bunched, the muscles rippling over his bones to the point they were on the verge of snapping. “I’m not having this argument again.”
“Why can’t we just have sex and that be it?” God, I needed to stop hanging out with Ashton.
“Sorry, babe. It doesn’t work that way with me. You’re either in completely or…”
I looked up at Vince when his words trailed off. “Or that’s it?”
He left the bathroom and threw the towel in the laundry hamper. “I don’t know what I’ve done for you to have these walls up. I get your accident has messed things up for you but there’s no reason that you can’t trust me.”
I looked away.
“There is something. Isn’t there? What the hell did I do?”
“I didn’t think it was a big deal at first but clearly it is.” I huffed. “It’s stupid.”
His face softened. “Nothing you say, or feel is stupid. Tell me what’s bothering you.”
“You broke my heart,” I murmured. “You went to school and I know you had to. Like I said, it’s stupid. But that’s not what bothers me most. You didn’t talk to me. You didn’t come see me when you were home.”
His brows narrowed. “What are you talking about?”
“The first years you were gone, we saw each other at every opportunity. It may have been with our friends and family, but we were constantly in touch. Then your last year, when you came home for Thanksgiving, you didn’t talk to me. I expected it to be weird after what we did on your eighteenth birthday, but I still thought you would have at least said hi. But you didn’t. You didn’t do shit. So I thought maybe you were busy. You wanted to see your friends or something. But you didn’t talk to me at Christmas either.”
“I didn’t talk to you at Christmas because I thought you were mad at me. You were cold. You shoved me away.” He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
“Iwasmad at you,” I mumbled, shivering at the gentle contact coming from him when he had been rough a moment before.
“Then why the hell have we started fucking again?” His eyes searched my face, looking for some form of answer. “Clearly you’re not that mad at me or you just really love my cock.”
“Don’t be an asshole.” I glared at him.
