Page 37 of Home Town Advantage (Fourth Quarter Fever #1)

SEVENTEEN

SULLEY

I enter through the gate and drive down Vance’s freshly paved, tree-lined, winding driveway. It’s so pretty. Much different from the city. It’s tucked back in the woods. If you didn’t know it was here, you wouldn’t know. I suppose that’s the point. It affords him a lot of privacy.

I’ve been doing my best to avoid his texts.

I give one-word responses. Until tonight, I haven’t seen him since he returned to Philly.

I need to keep Vance McCaffrey at arm’s length.

Yes, we had an amazing two days, but it’s in the past, and that’s where it will remain.

I got to fulfill my fantasy of being with him. Now I can move on.

When he texted me about seeing the house, I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea, but I do want to see the finished product.

It’s Finn’s design. How can I not at least see it one time?

It will also be a good opportunity for me to let Vance know in no uncertain terms that what happened in Montana is never happening again.

It was an itch we both had. It’s been officially scratched.

We’re done and over. I can get back to hating him for what he did to my family .

My breath catches when I reach the clearing and the house comes into view.

Tears immediately fill my eyes. Before me is the biggest and most beautiful cabin I’ve ever seen in my life.

It’s hard to call it a cabin. That word cabin doesn’t do it justice.

It’s a mountain resort. It looks like it could be an authentic luxury hotel in the Rockies.

It’s Finn’s masterpiece. Seeing his final drawings come to life fills me with emotion.

Pride isn’t a big enough word for what I’m feeling right now.

The sun is setting behind it, framing it in a peach-colored hue. It almost looks photoshopped. That’s how perfect it is.

There’s a huge circular driveway that leaves me at what must be fourteen-foot-high oversized dark wooden double doors. The front has a magnificent wraparound porch, complete with benches and sofas. It exudes both luxury and comfort.

I exit my car and begin to walk up the small handful of steps toward the front door. Before I reach it, the door opens and Vance appears in worn jeans, an old T-shirt, and bare feet. Why are his giant bare feet so sexy?

Because every single inch of him is sexy. He’s the hottest man ever created.

There’s something amusing about seeing him dressed like this in front of a house that must have cost millions of dollars. At the end of the day, he’s still Vance, a cowboy from a small town in Montana.

He offers me a small smile. “Thanks for coming.”

“Oh, Vance, it’s beautiful. Just perfect.”

He nods. “Thank you. I think so too. Wait until you see the inside.”

I walk in and can hardly believe what I’m seeing.

It’s two stories and open for as far as the eye can see, with huge, exposed wood beams and oversized round chandeliers that look like burning candles, though they’re not.

There are multiple fireplaces built from real stone, not the veneer you often see in homes now.

They’re all wood-burning, which makes me inwardly laugh since I know Collin battled him on the issue .

“Modern mountain living,” he says. “That’s what Collin called it. I think he was right.”

I silently look around, taking it all in. Seeing my brother’s vision come to fruition has me in my feels. I whisper, “He’d love it.”

Vance nods as the corner of his mouth raises. “I know he would.”

Looking at the beams more closely, I ask, “Are they oak? That must have cost you a fortune.” Maple is more traditionally used in wood homes as it’s much cheaper.

He nods. “Yep. No real cowboy would accept anything else.”

I know Finn wanted to make the small cabin out of oak, but it was too pricey, and he was working within a very limited budget.

I can’t help but stare at the beams. They’re just so perfect. I inhale deeply. It smells like the woods and Vance. It’s intoxicating.

As we walk further into the house toward the kitchen, one particular beam catches my attention. It’s central and not finished like the others. It sticks out. I wonder why he chose to do that.

For some reason, I’m drawn to the anomaly. As I stand under it, I look up, and that’s when I see it. The original inscription, carved into the wood. McShea Brothers .

My head immediately snaps toward Vance, my eyes looking at him in question.

He has a sheepish look as he shoves his hands into his front pockets. “Yes, it’s that tree.”

“When? How?”

He nervously licks his lips. “I knew about your tax liability. I also knew you would never accept money from me. I wanted something of Finn’s in here but assumed you wouldn’t let me have that tree on principle.

It was a win-win. I had my guy offer you money for all those oak trees.

This entire house is built out of the trees from the cabin property.

Finn’s trees in Finn’s design. It’s kind of fitting, don’t you think? ”

I’m silent. I have no words.

He runs his fingers through his hair. “Are you mad at me for not telling you? I almost did the other day when we were looking at the clearing outside the cabin, but I guess I wanted to wait for you to see it in person. How special it is.”

I wordlessly shake my head. At least I do in my mind. I think I’m frozen in shock.

He walks over to me and places his big hand on my shoulder, causing a flood of warmth to run through my body. “Are you okay with it, Sulley? Please talk to me. I hate the silence. It messes with my head.”

I pause for several long beats. “I…I think so.”

His hand remains on me. Why does his touch affect me so damn much?

The push and pull of my emotions for this man overwhelm me. Sometimes I hate him, and sometimes I feel like I’ll die if he doesn’t touch every inch of my body. Right in this moment, it’s the latter.

I turn my head and look at his hand on me. As if just realizing it’s there, he starts to withdraw it, but I grab his wrist and bring the back of his palm to my lips for a soft kiss before softly whispering, “Thanks for making his dream come true.”

We stare at each other as silence fills the air. The air between us is electric. There’s no denying that.

He breathes, “Sulley.”

I breathe back, “Vance.”

I begin to avert my gaze from his handsome face, unable to contain my emotions, when his fingers roughly grab my chin. “Look at me.”

I do.

“Talk to me. Use your words. Tell me what you want, Gully Sulley. ”

I swallow. I don’t want to want him, but I can’t help it. I do. Desperately.

My trembling fingers eventually find his belt buckle as I lose the battle within myself and admit, “You, Vile Vance. I want you.”

As if I’ll change my mind if I wait any longer, I frantically undo his belt and jeans, pulling them down to his ankles along with his boxer briefs.

His python pops out, standing at full, angry, mouth-watering attention.

Not able to wait a second more, I take him into my hand and drop to my knees in front of him.

He lets out a groan of pleasure. “Fuuuuck yes.”

After a few long pumps, which produce a shot of pre-ejaculate, my tongue runs along his thick, long manhood. I take a deep breath, inhaling the pheromones that ooze from him. The way this man smells will forever be my undoing.

My nails scrape across his thick thighs, and goosebumps spread all over his body. He even shivers a little. I love what my touch does to him.

My tongue works him over, exploring every vein and crevice, but I haven’t put that monster into my mouth yet. I’m working up the confidence.

He grabs my hair into his hands to get it out of my face, and I look up at him while he stares down at me with an intensity that makes it hard to breathe.

“I’ve dreamed of this. You, on your knees in front of me.

” His eyes flash with a bit of uncharacteristic mischief.

“In my dreams, you’re wearing my jersey like you did at that one game, but you on your knees is my fantasy come to life.

Open wide, baby. We’ll take it slow at first.”

Desperate to please him, I do as I’m told and open my mouth as wide as I can. With one hand still holding my hair, he strokes his cock twice with the other before slowly feeding it into my mouth. It’s so domineering. I can feel my wetness dripping onto my panties .

“Relax and open your throat.”

I do my best, and he pushes in until I feel his tip touch my throat…or my lungs. I’m not sure. I only know that it’s so all-encompassing that I can barely breathe.

As he begins to withdraw, I seal my lips around him and suck as hard as I can. He hisses in approval.

My tongue swirls over his tip as his cock continues to slowly recede until we repeat the whole process over and over again.

I replace his hand on his base with one of mine and then the other because yes, I can fit both hands and my mouth around his cock all at the same time.

I don’t know whether his dick was created by an angel or a sadist, but it’s something to behold.

I swear it looks even bigger now than it did at the cabin.

Maybe that’s because it’s in my face. In my mouth. Down my throat.

He continuously battles the obvious desire to tilt his head back in ecstasy, refusing to break our eye contact. It’s wholly intimate. Too intimate.

His body starts to shake. His grip on my hair tightens. He’s getting close. It makes me feel powerful that I’m able to drive a man like Vance mad with desire. To teeter on the edge of control. I can sense he’s about to lose it.

I begin twisting motions with both hands. As soon as I do, he snaps, thrusting his cock into me like a man possessed. Deep, hard strokes. Saliva uncontrollably drips from my mouth and down my chin.

“Oh fuck,” he grunts. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Sulley. I’m coming.”