The Vincent Boys Collection Page 8

  “Ash,” his voice constricted.

  “Please, Beau,” I begged, needing him to move his fingers. Once he slipped one, then two, inside me, I lost all thought and cried out. I didn’t know what I was saying, but I knew I was begging him. I didn’t want this to ever end. He began pumping his fingers in and out as his free hand pushed my other leg back, opening me up completely to his view. The naughtiness of what we were doing sent me over the edge and, just like earlier today, my world shattered into a million colorful intense wonderful tremors.

  BEAU

  I knew it was wrong but I just didn’t care. Not now. I kept my eyes on Ashton as she gasped for air, and I began discarding my jeans. She was all that mattered. I had to have her. The heavy-lidded eyes that stared up at me slowly widened in excitement as she watched me strip down.

  My hands trembled as I reached into the pocket of my jeans to grab the condom I’d gotten out of my glove compartment. God, what was she doing to me?

  “Can I do it?” Ashton asked in a husky, satisfied voice that only made my cock throb harder. I’d made her feel that good. I’d put that tone in her voice.

  “What, the condom?” I asked holding myself over her as I went to kiss her swollen lips. I needed a taste. I’d never be able to move on from this. I couldn’t give this up.

  “Yes,” she replied against my mouth.

  Chuckling, I slipped the small foil package into her hand. “Only because I can’t tell you no. Just do it quick, please.”

  “Does it hurt? I mean, you know, to put one on?” she asked as I moved back, kneeling between her legs.

  “Not the way you think. I’ll enjoy it. I promise.”

  A naughty twinkle in her eyes had me groaning in frustration. Damn she was going to drive me crazy. She reached out, and the first touch of her soft hands almost had me losing it right there. I wanted to watch her but I knew I couldn’t. I wouldn’t be able to hold back. Closing my eyes tightly, I fisted my hands and waited, trying hard not to think about what she was doing.

  Once the condom was completely on, I snapped my eyes back open and grabbed both of Ashton’s hands, pressing them up over her head with one of mine, and panted while staring down at her.

  “Give me a minute,” I explained in a tight voice. Trying desperately to hold it together. I had to calm down. She needed me to go slow.

  “Okay,” she whispered.

  I buried my face in the crook of her neck and drew in a long breath. This was my Ash. This moment was one I’d fantasized about for years. It was something I never thought I’d have. Another tremble went through me, and Ashton turned her head to kiss the side of my face.

  “I want this, Beau. I want this with you.”

  Those were definitely words I’d never expected to hear.

  Shifting, I released her hands and held myself over her with each hand planted firmly beside her head. I couldn’t speak. Words were impossible. I kissed her softly before lowering my body until I was in position.

  Her soft gasp as I pressed inside her tight warmth caused me to pause. Fuck this was hard. She was so tight, so hot I needed in.

  When she lifted her hips to press me farther inside, I shuddered and sank in until I felt the barrier I knew was going to be painful for her. I didn’t want to hurt her.

  “It’s okay, Beau, please don’t stop,” she said, rocking against me.

  Covering her mouth with mine, I pressed further with one hard thrust. The small cry against my mouth caused me to still instantly. I began kissing her gently. Anything to get her mind off the pain. She slowly started to rock against me, and I knew any restraint I had was gone. I was inside Ashton. Finally.

  “Are you okay?” I managed to ask against her swollen lips.

  “Yeah, it, OH, it uh, mmmm.” Her stuttered reply made me smile.

  Sliding in and out of her warmth slowly was amazing. Nothing had ever been this good. Burying my head in her neck, I bit down on my bottom lip, needing to inflict some pain on myself. Anything to keep from losing it too soon. “So fucking tight, baby. You feel incredible,” I whispered, unable to keep from praising her. She was perfect.

  Ashton trembled in my arms. Her hold on me became a little frantic. Smiling, I had a small taste of her shoulder before leaning up and looking down at her. “You like me to talk dirty to you, don’t you?”

  Her cheeks flamed red, and if she wasn’t clutching my dick so damn tightly that I was having to fight off the need to blow, I’d have laughed. She was adorable. Her legs lifted and she pressed both her knees against my hips. I pumped into her slowly, closing my eyes and fighting off the release that I was afraid was going to come too soon.

  “Ash, baby, those sweet thighs opened up for me like that is about more than I can handle. I don’t want this to end yet. I want to stay buried in you for a fucking eternity.”

  The cry of release from those pretty pink lips sent me shooting off with her.

  “Beau! Beau! Oh my god! Beau,” she cried out, clinging to me and clawing at my back.

  The explosion of pleasure that consumed my body caused me to lose any control I had over my mouth. “Holy fuck, Ash. Your tight little pussy is mine. Do you hear me? It is mine.”

  Ash nodded and let out another sweet cry before leaning up and covering my mouth with hers. This was enough. I could live through anything if I could be promised that I’d always have this. Ashton in my arms. She was all I needed. Ever.

  Chapter 8

  BEAU

  Today I was supposed to cut three different lawns, but I’d just called and rescheduled all of them moments before Ashton came running out of the woods and toward my truck. Last night had changed everything for me. I needed to tell her exactly how I felt, but I couldn’t do it right then. I didn’t want to have that conversation yet. I just wanted to enjoy being with her. We were going to spend the day at the beach and blend in with all the tourists. Hanging out together in town wasn’t an option. At least, not until Sawyer came home and I talked with him. I couldn’t let her go. Not now. This one time in my life, I wasn’t going to sit back and watch Sawyer have it all. I needed Ashton. I loved her in a way I knew my cousin never could.

  She opened the passenger door and climbed inside. God help me. She had on a pair of tiny shorts and an even tinier top, giving me a peek at her belly button. The beach was a forty-five minute drive, and she was going to make me crazy, dressed like that.

  “Good morning,” she said, smiling as she slid over beside me and straddled the stick shift. All worries of Sawyer fled my mind.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” I replied, and leaned over to kiss her. She immediately sighed and moved closer to me, running her fingers through my hair. It took all my self-control to pull back.

  “Don’t you want to get out of here first?” I asked.

  She pouted as if I’d just taken away her favorite toy and sat back, crossing her arms over her chest.

  “How’re you feeling today?” I asked, pulling out onto the road. Her dimple winked at me. It took extreme willpower to keep driving and not pull over so I could kiss that sweet spot.

  “I’m fine. . . . I mean, better than fine. I’m—” She paused, and I glanced down to see her cheeks flush a pretty, bright pink. I couldn’t keep from chuckling at the innocent blush on her face. Reaching down, I gently pulled one of the small hands she was wringing nervously in her lap and threaded my fingers through hers while the first stirrings of possessiveness came over me.

  “Are you sore?” I asked. I’d heard virgins were normally sore afterward, but Ashton had been the first virgin I’d ever been with.

  She started to shake her head, but then her blush deepened. “Maybe a little.”

  “I’m sorry,” I replied, feeling a tug of protectiveness to go with the healthy heaping of possessiveness rearing up inside me. She was turning my insides into a war zone.

  She gazed up at me and smiled shyly. “I’m not.”

  God, I loved her. She wrapped her arms around mine and laid her head
on my shoulder. It was one of the few times I hated my stick shift. I’d prefer to remain just like this without having to move my arm.

  “Tell me you put on sunblock,” I said, glancing down at her lightly tanned skin. The sun on the beach was intense for even the best tanner. She giggled and nodded her head. All was right with the world. Once I pulled out onto the highway, heading south, I tucked my hand between her thighs and enjoyed the ride.

  * * *

  Normally, I didn’t like the tourist-covered beaches. But that day was different. I didn’t mind the screaming kids flipping sand in my face as they scampered along the sand or the obnoxious sunburned northerners who feed the damn seagulls. Ashton made everything better.

  The sun was scorching hot, and although Ashton was content to bask in the heat, I kept pulling her into the waves with me. Watching her laugh and play as we dove into the oncoming waves made it feel as if our years apart had just disappeared. There was then and now. The lost time in between was erased. Being with her made me feel complete. She’d always been the one to hold me together when my world crumbled around me.

  Watching her tits bouncing around in the waves, barely covered up by that sexy little bikini, was doing a number on me, though. “Come here, Ash,” I said, reaching out and pulling her into the deeper water with me. Her eyes went big as she looked around the water for any dangerous sea life. “I got you. Nothing is going to hurt you. Come here.” I tugged her up against my chest. The plump round mounds wet from the ocean water pressed firmly against me. I stared down at them before lowering my head and taking a lick of the salty water trickling between her cleavage.

  “Beau,” she whispered pushing me back. “Someone could see you.”

  I glanced around, and we were far enough away from other people for anyone to pay us attention. Slipping my hand down the front of her swimsuit bottoms, I found the warmth I’d been thinking about all damn day. “They can’t see this,” I replied in a pleased growl as she opened her legs for me.

  “Ah, oh, no they can’t,” she breathed out as her hands held onto my shoulders.

  I moved one finger inside the slick opening that had sent me to fucking paradise last night. Then I pressed my thumb against her swollen little clit. She stiffened. “Are you sore?” I asked, starting to move my hand away.

  “No, don’t. I’m not sore. Not really. Please, don’t stop,” she pleaded, gazing up at me with lust-filled eyes.

  “Sweetheart, I’ll touch this sweet pussy all damn day if you want me to. No need to beg,” I assured her.

  “Oh God, Beau,” Ashton moaned, leaning into me. “I like that.”

  Smiling, I slipped my finger in farther. “What is it you like, baby?”

  Ashton pressed her face against my shoulder and let out a small cry of pleasure. “I like it when you say those things to me.”

  I’d already figured that out. Leave it to my Ashton to like being talked to naughty.

  “What things, Ash?” I asked in a teasing voice as I brushed my thumb back and forth, causing her to tremble in my arms. “You like me to tell you how perfect this pussy is? You like to know it makes me hard as a fucking rock to think about how sweet it must taste? Hmmm? Is that what you like, Ash?”

  Ashton pressed her mouth against my chest as she screamed through her orgasm. I could feel her release against my finger, and it made me throb harder.

  Pulling my hand out of her bottoms, I wrapped both arms around her to hold her up as she came down off her high. She wrapped her legs around my waist. I could tell the minute she felt my erection. Her head snapped up, and slowly a wicked smile appeared on her lips.

  “Someone enjoyed that,” she said, pressing against my extremely aroused cock.

  “Baby, you have no idea how much I enjoyed that.” I replied, kissing the curve of her neck and reaching up to squeeze one of her tits.

  “Put me down, Beau,” she ordered as she dropped her legs from my waist. I wasn’t ready to let go of the pressure just yet, but I let her go. I was going to need some alone time real soon.

  Ashton’s cool hand slipped down the front of my swim trunks before her feet touched the ground. Her soft hand wrapped around my dick, and my knees went a little weak. “Easy,” she whispered with a grin on her face. She loved knowing she could do this to me.

  “What are you doing?” I asked as her hand slid up and down my length.

  “Making you feel good,” she replied saucily.

  She was making me feel good alright. I just wasn’t sure I could survive this standing up.

  “Does it feel good?”

  Motherfucker. What kind of question was that? I was having a hard enough time not falling on my knees. “Oh yeah,” I managed to choke out.

  Her grip tightened and I let out a groan as my knees buckled.

  “Is that okay? Does it hurt?”

  I wasn’t going to live through this. “Hard is good,” I assured her.

  “Yes, hard is very good,” she replied with a giggle.

  I was about to go off. I reached out to push Ashton back. “I’m gonna come, baby. Move your hand.”

  Ashton smirked and squeezed harder as she pumped her hand up and down me. She wasn’t going to move. The fact she was going to let me come all over her hands was more than I could handle. I bit my bottom lip to hold in the roar about to erupt as I shot off in her hands. She eased her hold but kept sliding up and down my cock. It was by far the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Her surprised face as she watched me, along with the fact she was still touching me. Oh, hell yeah. She was mine.

  “Let go, baby. I can’t handle anymore.” My voice was raspy as I reached down to take her hand from my shorts. I washed her hand in the salty water while holding her gaze.

  “Did I do it right?” she asked.

  “No one has done it that incredibly right in the history of the world.”

  A small giggle escaped her, and she ducked her head. Yeah, I was so fucking in love it was ridiculous.

  “Oh my God. There’s a jellyfish!” Her shriek was followed by a humorous attempt at running through the rough water toward the sandy beach. I bit back my laughter and followed her. I didn’t doubt there was a jellyfish. It was time for them, but seeing her wide eyes and panicked expression was just so cute; it was funny.

  ASHTON

  “I always knew you would be irresistible once you stopped acting like someone you’re not,” Beau whispered in my ear as he wrapped his arms around me.

  I was still panting from running through the crashing waves. I let out a breathless chuckle and laid my head back against his hard chest.

  “It isn’t easy hiding the bad girl inside me from the only person who knows she exists,” I replied. Beau’s arms tightened around me, and his breath was on my neck as he rested his chin on my shoulder.

  “No. I never saw a bad girl. You’re not bad, Ash. You’ve just been pretending to be someone else for so long, just to make your parents, and then Sawyer, happy. The girl you really are is amazing. You’re kind, yet you’ve got spunk. You’re brilliant, but you never act superior. You’re careful, yet you know how to have fun, and you’re so incredibly sexy, but you haven’t got a clue.”

  It was hard to see myself the way he described me, but what he said made me wish things were different. I hadn’t held back with him at all. Out there in the water I’d done exactly what I wanted to. I’d been bad and it had felt so very good. When I was with Beau, I didn’t pretend to be anything. I was just me. And instead of the bad girl, he saw something desirable. I wanted the world to see me this way too, but I knew that only someone like Beau would find all my faults to be attractive qualities.

  “I’m glad you see me that way. I’m not saying I agree, but it makes me happy knowing you don’t see the flaws.”

  Beau tensed behind me for a moment before his arms left me. I could feel his body shift away from mine.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked, turning around to face him.

  He just shook his head. I waited for him
to speak, and after a few minutes of silence, he turned his head to study me.

  “Why are you with Sawyer?”

  This wasn’t a question I’d been prepared for. I shook my head.

  “What do you mean?”

  He ran his hand through his hair, closing his eyes as if he were fighting to keep from saying whatever was on the tip of his tongue.

  “You act like someone else with him. Someone you believe would appeal to him. A perfect good girl who follows all the rules. Yet you want to break rules, Ash. You aren’t a criminal—you just want to spread your wings a little and enjoy life. But you want him so much, you’re willing to deny yourself freedom to be you just so you can have him.” He stopped talking but kept his pleading gaze on me. I wanted him to stop talking. I didn’t want to hear these things. They weren’t true. I was a good girl. I was the kind of a girl someone like Sawyer could love.

  “I am good,” I managed to say through the tightness in my throat. I felt stupid saying the words, especially when just last night I’d lost my virginity in the back of his pickup truck when I should’ve been home mourning Grana’s death. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to force my thoughts of Grana away. I couldn’t think about her now. I wasn’t ready.

  “I didn’t say you were bad. You’re good, Ash. Were you not listening to me? You have this warped sense of what good is. Wanting to sneak out with your boyfriend and wanting to know you’re desirable and wanted by your freaking boyfriend, or leaving a damn buggy in a parking spot, doesn’t make you a bad person. Wanting to be touched and feel pleasure isn’t wrong. It makes you a human.”

  Tears stung my eyes. I wanted to believe him. I’d lived with guilt for so long because I wanted to do the things I’d been told were wrong. But this was Beau Vincent. He drank too much and did things to girls in public places I’d never done in my life . . . until I’d started spending time with him. Mom had always told me Lucifer was beautiful.

  “I’d thought the Ash I knew was completely gone. I mourned her for a long time. Then one day in the lunch room Haley kept coming up to Sawyer and flirting with him right in front of you as if you weren’t there. When she turned to walk away, you tripped her. Sawyer didn’t see it, but I did.” A grin curled up on the corner of his mouth. “When she was splayed out there on the floor, I saw a little smirk touch your lips before you bent down to help her up, apologizing profusely. Until that moment, I’d thought you were lost. I realized my Ash was somewhere under all the polish and politeness. After that day, I started watching you and enjoying the moments when I got a glimpse of the real you slipping out while no one else was paying attention. It’s why I said the things to you that I did. I wanted you to react to me. I wanted you to smart off at me. Those moments when you couldn’t take it anymore and snapped . . . I lived for those moments.”