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"Do you promise?" Kitten asks, staring up at me.
I laugh.
"I'll do my best?" I offer, because I have no clue what else to say to that.
"Fine, I accept your terms," Kitten says, giving me a final squeeze. "Only because Sir Stormer is about to force me to leave, probably by picking me up and toting me out."
Vince and I both snort at that.
"Things are good?" she asks, her eyes bouncing between us.
"Yeah, thanks, kid," Riggs says. He grins at us, and it's one of those rare, full-faced grins where his dimples pop.
"I freaking knew it," Kitten whispers. She kisses me on the cheek and lets Storm help her up. "Have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." She waves over her shoulder and then they're gone.
"Want to nap?" Vince asks, still smirking my way. "Walker will be gone for a few hours getting them to the airport."
"Sure," I mumble around a yawn.
Vince doesn't bother helping me up. No, he scoops me off the couch and carries me tohisbedroom.
I quirk an eyebrow at him and he shrugs. He tenderly sets me on the edge of the bed and yanks my t-shirt dress off over my head.
"I quite like the idea of you waking up wet and ready for me," Vince growls, tipping my head using my hair as leverage. His tongue swirls around mine and I moan into his mouth.
My hands skate up his sides, helping him yank the t-shirt off over his head. My mouth dances over his strong chest as I pop open his belt and unbutton his jeans. He growls ferociously as my hands skate over his lower stomach.
Vince is strong as fuck, but he's not as defined as Issac. He's totally got a dad-bod, and I grin into the kiss as he pulls my mouth to his.
"What's so funny, little girl?" he growls as my fingers dance under the band of his boxers.
"Nothing." I laugh, shaking my head.
"Not buying it," Vince says, dropping his jeans. He's already so damn hard.
"Cuddle with me?" I ask, sliding his boxers down his hips. "I'm really digging the dad-bod."
"You're so goddamn much trouble," he growls.
I reach back, undoing my bra. It falls down my arms.
"We might as well get rid of these, too," he says, sliding my panties down and helping me out of them.
I'm super pregnant, but Vince is undeterred by the baby bump. He lies down, ignoring his massive hard-on and patting his chest.
"Nap," he says. "If you're a good girl then we'll see what happens when you wake up."
Biting my lip, I crawl over his body. My pussy frames his cock and I'm already surprisingly slick just from the few kisses and tender touches. My mouth meets his as he digs his hands into my hips, pulling me over his rock hard cock.
"We could do both," I gasp, pulling back from the kiss. "Before and after."
"You're not in charge," he rumbles. Gently helping me up, he faces me toward the middle of the bed. Lying on my side, he's thoughtful enough to offer me a pillow for between my knees. Ofcourse, his thumb manages to graze my slippery sex as he lifts my leg to position it.
Fucking bastard. It's all right. He'll soon realize… payback is hell.
Vince frames my back, sliding right up behind me. My ass wiggles against his pelvis and he growls low.
"Pure goddamn trouble," he says into my hair. His hand splays over my chest, cupping one large breast. He pinches my nipple, gently biting my neck. "I want you so fucking much, but you also need some sleep; those pheromones will wear off eventually and your pain will be back. Rest, sweet girl. I'll take care of you when we wake up."
