Page 38 of Home Town Advantage (Fourth Quarter Fever #1)

I’d tell him to give it all to me, but I currently have nine inches of pure masculinity stuffed inside my mouth, practically choking me while I’m doing my best to play it cool like it’s a normal everyday occurrence for a woman to deal with a man so damn big.

Vance McCaffrey losing control at my hands will forever be an image that replays in my mind, no matter what happens moving forward.

Four more long strokes and I’m blessed with the first lengthy shot of his semen. And then a second. And then a third. What the hell kind of protein does this guy consume? My mouth is full of him, but nothing has ever tasted better.

I’m still in the process of swallowing down what feels like a gallon of man milk when he pulls me up and slams our mouths together at the same time as our bodies come together. He slides his arms around me. It’s warm and comfortable. Safe. It’s everything I want and need.

These feelings I’ve been working hard since Montana to push away are popping to the surface like they were never gone. Why him? Anyone but him.

Once again, I shove all our baggage to the side and melt into the sensation of being with my dream man, knowing the pleasure he’s going to bring to my body in mere minutes. The pleasure he brought to my body countless times in Montana. Pleasure only he’s ever given me.

Our lips break while he tears my clothes from my body in mere seconds, as ravenous for me as I am for him. His T-shirt quickly joins the pile of our clothing on the ground.

We stand close, completely naked, as his eyes move up and down my body. His thumbs brush over my nipples. “I don’t know what I want to do to you first.”

I had the feeling in Montana that he was holding back a bit. I saw glimpses of his rough nature and filthy mouth, but I don’t want him holding back now.

“Anything you want,” I breathe. “Don’t hold back.”

His green eyes very clearly darken as his tongue runs across his lower lip. His eyes briefly break with mine and move toward his massive kitchen island.

My lips curl in amusement, knowing what he’s thinking.

Mustering up all the confidence I can, I saunter over to the island, swaying my hips along the way. Bending over the island and sticking my ass in the air, I slowly run my hand over waist, hip, and backside before whispering, “Do your worst, big boy. ”

Immediately hardening again, he stalks my way. “You’re about to get it good.”

“Bring it. Give it all to me. Don’t hold back. I want everything.”

He runs his fingertips over the bones of my spine and then down the crack of my ass. I try not to flinch. I’ve never done anything with my back door. When I said that I wanted everything, I’m not sure I considered that it was a possibility.

But his fingers continue their path down the backs of my legs as he drops down to his knees. “I fucking love these long legs. I particularly loved when they were wrapped around my face.”

Yep, I loved that too.

My body is overheating at his touch. The cold stone of the island feels soothing on my frontside.

I gasp when his hands roughly grab my ass cheeks and he spreads them apart, swiping his tongue from opening to opening. Some noise I don’t recognize escapes my mouth. It’s somewhere between a moan and a mewl.

“Lean all the way forward,” he growls out. I do, and my nipples press against the cold stone.

His tongue plunders my channel while his fingers easily find my clit. I try not to think about where his nose must be right now.

He builds me up in no time. It doesn’t take much. I’m so turned on by this whole scene.

He mumbles into me, “Your pussy is drenched for me. It’s begging for my dick.”

“Umm hmm.”

Without warning, the warmth of his face, tongue, and fingers is gone. I feel his hands on my hips. I’m too delirious to connect the dots, so when he thrusts into me all at once, I feel like I’m being split in half. I manage to both scream and moan at the same time.

His fingers begin to dig into my hips as he pistons into me, reaching depths I know for a fact have never been reached before.

I’m screaming at a level where I know my throat will be sore. I can’t control it with him. He brings it out of me.

He grits out, “Tell me you feel it. What it’s like between us.”

Feel it? How could I not feel what’s happening to my body right now? All I can manage is, “God, yes.”

That seems to further embolden him. He pushes my legs as far apart as he can, leaving me at his mercy. He’s got me clawing the stone, loving the sting on my fingernails. I’m losing my mind.

He spanks my ass hard, and I can feel my juices dripping down my thighs. This man drives me insane. I can’t for the life of me figure out why I’d want to deny myself this anymore.

“One day I’m gonna fuck you like this in public with my fucking fist in your loud mouth.”

In public? What does that mean? We can’t fuck like this in public.

Panic begins to rise to the surface. What did he mean by that? Maybe it’s just part of the whole dirty talk thing he’s got going on.

His body now pressed against mine and his hand around my throat brings me back to the present.

Shane once tried to choke me, but his hand pushing my windpipe was making it too hard to breathe.

I freaked out and told him never again. Vance’s pressure is on the sides, not directly on my windpipe.

It’s a choking sensation but not actually depriving me of air.

Is that how it’s supposed to be? This is fucking hot. I love it.

“I’m about to come, Sulley. Need you to come too, baby.”

I shiver at him calling me baby. The sweet endearment is a complete contrast to the carnal way we’re fucking.

His hand moves from my throat down to my clit and begins furious circles.

My eyes roll back in my head as the most powerful orgasm imaginable rips through every single nerve in my body.

I feel both numbness and bliss. My ears ring from the piercing sounds of my own screams. They’re nearly unrecognizable to me.

“God, I love how loud you are.” He pounds hard for a few seconds longer as he roars violently through his own orgasm, biting the back of my shoulder in the process. I know I’ll have marks from it, and it only spurs my orgasm to last longer.

I’m lying lifelessly, completely naked, on his kitchen island. I’ve been here for all of twenty minutes. I’m really crushing the whole keeping him at arm’s length thing.

He’s draped over my back, panting heavily. Once his breathing evens out a bit more, he turns my face toward him, cups my cheek, and brings his lips to mine for a kiss. It’s soft and sweet. Almost a thank you.

He whispers into my mouth, “Stay the night with me. Not because you’re stuck in a snowstorm, but because you want to.”

“I shou?—”

Before I can decline his invitation, his lips find mine again, and I’m lost in the abyss that is Vance McCaffrey. Without any more words being spoken, and without breaking our kiss, he lifts me and carries me to his bedroom, where we repeat things all over again.

VANCE

It’s morning and I’m staring at Sulley in my bed. This is how I imagined things. How it should be. Her in this house with me. Waking up together every day.

If I hadn’t fucked everything up, it could be like this. I’ve got to try, though. I’ll forever kick myself if I don’t try to win her over .

We went at it again and again last night, only taking a break to refuel our depleted bodies. Naked snacks with Sulley in bed might now be my favorite pastime.

She thought about leaving after midnight but hadn’t driven the Philly highways at night yet and was a little scared. I talked her into staying. On some level, I know she wanted to. I see her internal battle. I understand her struggles but desperately want her to push past them.

I pull the blankets down to reveal her naked body. She’s so breathtakingly beautiful. I love it when she wraps those long legs around me.

Her pussy lips are swollen from the hours of attention they received last night. I get off on the fact that it’s all because of me.

I know she’s full of my come, and I love it. Once again, we didn’t use a condom. I wonder if there’s a chance her IUD isn’t working. Nothing would make me happier than to see her stomach swollen with my baby. I harden at the thought.

Sliding down the bed, I spread her legs further and situate myself between them. I run a finger through and then into her. Her walls pulse around my finger. Still asleep, she lets out an involuntary moan. Responding in her sleep? That’s so hot.

I bend my head and slowly run my tongue through her a few times. With my eyes on her face, I see the moment she wakes. She smiles and runs her fingers through my hair, giving it the tug she knows I crave from her.

Before I know it, we’re going at it again. I’m insatiable for this woman. I will never get enough of her.

An hour later, we’re stepping out of my shower. She glares at me. “Why are you smiling so much? It’s off-putting.”

I chuckle. “I love having you here. You look good in my house. I want more of it.”

Her face falls. “Vance, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“I think you like it but won’t admit it out loud.”

She blows out a breath. “I won’t lie and say we don’t have a strong physical connection, we do. More than strong. But it can’t be like that between us. It can’t ever go anywhere. You know why. How would I ever explain that to my friends and family?”

My jaw tics. Can’t she see how much I care about her?

How much I’ve always cared? “Give me something, Sulley.” I pull her towel-covered body close to mine, rub away a few droplets of water still on her face, and look down at her.

“I don’t care about any of them. This is us.

You and me. It’s private. No one else’s business. ”

She shakes her head. “You and me together? Everyone would make it their business. It would be plastered everywhere. There’d be nothing private about it.”

She tries to move out of my hold, but I don’t let her. “Vance, let me go.”

“That’s the problem. I don’t want to let you go. What if we were to spend time together but didn’t tell anyone else? We keep it between you and me.”

Her eyebrows pinch together. “Like a top-secret relationship?”

I smile at her adorableness. “Sure, we can call it that.”

She drags her lower lip through her teeth, and I immediately harden thinking about what those lips did to my cock last night. I see the moment she realizes it because her cheeks flush. It’s the Irish heritage. Flushed cheeks are her tell. She can’t hide it. I know I’ve got her.

Running my finger slowly under the top of her towel, I pull it until it drops to the ground. My lips find her collarbone and kiss along it, giving it a few small bites. It drives her wild. It’s a definite weakness of hers.

“We could,” kiss, “make love,” kiss, “anytime we want,” kiss, “wherever we want,” kiss. I run my fingers through her center and then into her. Her grip on my arm tightens. “You could have me inside you all the time. Whenever you want it, baby. ”

She shivers, as she does every time I call her baby. Why is she denying herself what she so clearly wants?

I suppose I know the answer to that.

“Vance,” she breathes as she leans all her weight on me. “Deeper.”

“You got it, baby. As deep as you want.”