Jensen eyed him. “I saw you. What are you doing?”
He just grinned. “Going home with Brie.”
Rolling his eyes, Jensen shook his head. “Dude, come on. That’s not smart.”
Tapping his friend’s chest, Vaughn grinned. “We don’t care.”
“Vaughn.”
“Jenny. See ya.”
And with that, he turned, not wanting to listen to practical Jenny at that moment.
Not when he had Brie Soledad waiting for him.
Brie Fucking Soledad, what in the Sam Hill are you doing?
She had asked herself that question at least a million times since she left the Assassins’ New Year’s bash with Vaughn Fucking Johansson. This wasn’t like her. She didn’t go home with guys like this. But was she going home with him? One look at him and she knew she was. Shit. Then she asked herself another nine million times as they visited with Rodney. Standing beside Vaughn as they looked down at her brother, she couldn’t help but think she had literally punched him in the jaw not a few days before. But yet, there she stood, a stupid grin on her face as they stayed for just a few because Rod was worn out from his visit with Dawn and his other friends. But still, it was enough time for a selfie of the three of them with New Year’s hats on before Rodney basically passed out.
Then she found herself asking once more, “What the hell am I doing?” on the way home to their apartment complex. They were in the nice town car he had hired for the night, and neither of them said anything. No small talk, no heavy petting, nothing. Just silence. Hot, full of lust and naughty thoughts silence. Once more, about another million times up in the elevator, she asked herself if she was sure, and again about a trillion times as they walked down the hall toward their apartments. But the answer was always yes.
Though, when they reached the hallway between their apartments, she was confused.
Would they go to hers?
His?
Did she have condoms?
Oh, shit. Had she shaved her lady bits…? Yes! Thank God.
What if he doesn’t like it shaved? Crap!
Were her sheets changed?
Would his sheets be changed?
Did she take out the trash?
Oh, crap, this was stressful.
She just wanted to get laid.
By JoHo!
Crap. She had lost her damn mind.
What was she doing?
“Oh, here we are,” she said like an idiot when she finally stopped, staring at their doors. She glanced over at him quickly, her heart in her throat. He looked delicious, of course, standing there cool as a cucumber while her nerves were eating her alive. She was acting like she’d never had sex before. She had. She loved sex! And he was a hot man who claimed he had a large cock, so this should be fun.
Why was she still being weird?
“Here we are,” he said, his voice low and suggestive and dirty, so damn dirty.
“Yeah,” she rasped, gazing up into his wicked brown eyes. There she stayed, unable to look away.
“Yeah,” he whispered, taking a step toward her, to which she stepped back into her door.
She was talking with her hands, and they moved between them as she asked, “So do you wanna go to my apartment or yours—”
But then his mouth had hers.
Holy mother of God, he could kiss. She wasn’t one to give anything to him, but she’d give him the fact that he could kiss. Like a fucking dream. His hands held her face tenderly, his lips so soft yet so firm against hers. She went to her tippy-toes just to keep up because he was going in for the kill. When his hands slid down her neck, her ribs, and to her ass, lifting her up against the wall, she gasped into his mouth while she wrapped her legs around his waist. Opening her mouth, she deepened the kiss as he pressed into her. Then she felt it.
His cock.
The cock.
Holy. Fuck.
It was hard, so fucking hard and long against her throbbing center and stomach. As his hands glided over her thighs and under her dress, he smiled against her lips. “No panties?”
She grinned. “Nope.”
“You are wicked, Ms. Soledad.”
“Can’t wear panties with a dress like this.”
He only nodded as his lips caught hers again before lifting her up and carrying her across the hall to his apartment. As her mouth worked his, he somehow got the door open before carrying her inside and kicking it shut. Tricksie went nuts, barking and jumping at them, but Vaughn never stopped kissing Brie, just ushered Tricksie away as he carried Brie into the bedroom. As he laid her on the bed, Tricksie attacked her and Brie dissolved into giggles.
“Hello, sweet baby.”
“No, don’t let her distract you.” Sitting up, he reached for Tricksie, and she wiggled against him, trying to get to Brie, who was smiling from ear to ear.
As she shook off her wristlet and dropped it to the floor, she looked over at him while he took the dog to the door. “But she’s sweet.”
“I know, but you’re mine tonight.”
Mine.
He said it with such importance.
Until the moment, she hadn’t realized how much she wanted to be Vaughn’s.
What the hell? Was she living in an alternate universe?
As she watched Vaughn carry Tricksie out, she sat up, leaning back on her elbows while he shut the door and locked it. Looking back at her, he smiled sheepishly. “She’ll probably be really annoying, barking and shit. She’s needy.” Brie shrugged, though she didn’t think he saw her as he went to his sound dock and plugged his phone in. When “Nobody” by Keith Sweat filled the room, her eyes lit up.
“Taking it back to the nineties.”
Undoing the tie to the ridiculous and over-the-top gold suit that was totally him, he nodded. “I only fuck to nineties music.”
She tried. She tried so hard not to shriek with laughter, but she couldn’t help it. His lips curved as he pushed his jacket off his arms before folding it over the chair in the corner. He started to unbutton his shirt. He looked so incredibly sexy standing there, watching her as she fell over laughing. Rolling off the bed, she came over to him, slowly grinding to the music, at which he really laughed.
“You can’t dance for shit.”
“And you’re slow as hell with these buttons.” Smacking his hands away, she undid his buttons, feeling the ripple of skin under her fingers as his lips trailed down her jaw. “You know, I have a shirt that says ‘I Only Want to Make Love to ’90s R&B.’”
He just grinned. “Going home with Brie.”
Rolling his eyes, Jensen shook his head. “Dude, come on. That’s not smart.”
Tapping his friend’s chest, Vaughn grinned. “We don’t care.”
“Vaughn.”
“Jenny. See ya.”
And with that, he turned, not wanting to listen to practical Jenny at that moment.
Not when he had Brie Soledad waiting for him.
Brie Fucking Soledad, what in the Sam Hill are you doing?
She had asked herself that question at least a million times since she left the Assassins’ New Year’s bash with Vaughn Fucking Johansson. This wasn’t like her. She didn’t go home with guys like this. But was she going home with him? One look at him and she knew she was. Shit. Then she asked herself another nine million times as they visited with Rodney. Standing beside Vaughn as they looked down at her brother, she couldn’t help but think she had literally punched him in the jaw not a few days before. But yet, there she stood, a stupid grin on her face as they stayed for just a few because Rod was worn out from his visit with Dawn and his other friends. But still, it was enough time for a selfie of the three of them with New Year’s hats on before Rodney basically passed out.
Then she found herself asking once more, “What the hell am I doing?” on the way home to their apartment complex. They were in the nice town car he had hired for the night, and neither of them said anything. No small talk, no heavy petting, nothing. Just silence. Hot, full of lust and naughty thoughts silence. Once more, about another million times up in the elevator, she asked herself if she was sure, and again about a trillion times as they walked down the hall toward their apartments. But the answer was always yes.
Though, when they reached the hallway between their apartments, she was confused.
Would they go to hers?
His?
Did she have condoms?
Oh, shit. Had she shaved her lady bits…? Yes! Thank God.
What if he doesn’t like it shaved? Crap!
Were her sheets changed?
Would his sheets be changed?
Did she take out the trash?
Oh, crap, this was stressful.
She just wanted to get laid.
By JoHo!
Crap. She had lost her damn mind.
What was she doing?
“Oh, here we are,” she said like an idiot when she finally stopped, staring at their doors. She glanced over at him quickly, her heart in her throat. He looked delicious, of course, standing there cool as a cucumber while her nerves were eating her alive. She was acting like she’d never had sex before. She had. She loved sex! And he was a hot man who claimed he had a large cock, so this should be fun.
Why was she still being weird?
“Here we are,” he said, his voice low and suggestive and dirty, so damn dirty.
“Yeah,” she rasped, gazing up into his wicked brown eyes. There she stayed, unable to look away.
“Yeah,” he whispered, taking a step toward her, to which she stepped back into her door.
She was talking with her hands, and they moved between them as she asked, “So do you wanna go to my apartment or yours—”
But then his mouth had hers.
Holy mother of God, he could kiss. She wasn’t one to give anything to him, but she’d give him the fact that he could kiss. Like a fucking dream. His hands held her face tenderly, his lips so soft yet so firm against hers. She went to her tippy-toes just to keep up because he was going in for the kill. When his hands slid down her neck, her ribs, and to her ass, lifting her up against the wall, she gasped into his mouth while she wrapped her legs around his waist. Opening her mouth, she deepened the kiss as he pressed into her. Then she felt it.
His cock.
The cock.
Holy. Fuck.
It was hard, so fucking hard and long against her throbbing center and stomach. As his hands glided over her thighs and under her dress, he smiled against her lips. “No panties?”
She grinned. “Nope.”
“You are wicked, Ms. Soledad.”
“Can’t wear panties with a dress like this.”
He only nodded as his lips caught hers again before lifting her up and carrying her across the hall to his apartment. As her mouth worked his, he somehow got the door open before carrying her inside and kicking it shut. Tricksie went nuts, barking and jumping at them, but Vaughn never stopped kissing Brie, just ushered Tricksie away as he carried Brie into the bedroom. As he laid her on the bed, Tricksie attacked her and Brie dissolved into giggles.
“Hello, sweet baby.”
“No, don’t let her distract you.” Sitting up, he reached for Tricksie, and she wiggled against him, trying to get to Brie, who was smiling from ear to ear.
As she shook off her wristlet and dropped it to the floor, she looked over at him while he took the dog to the door. “But she’s sweet.”
“I know, but you’re mine tonight.”
Mine.
He said it with such importance.
Until the moment, she hadn’t realized how much she wanted to be Vaughn’s.
What the hell? Was she living in an alternate universe?
As she watched Vaughn carry Tricksie out, she sat up, leaning back on her elbows while he shut the door and locked it. Looking back at her, he smiled sheepishly. “She’ll probably be really annoying, barking and shit. She’s needy.” Brie shrugged, though she didn’t think he saw her as he went to his sound dock and plugged his phone in. When “Nobody” by Keith Sweat filled the room, her eyes lit up.
“Taking it back to the nineties.”
Undoing the tie to the ridiculous and over-the-top gold suit that was totally him, he nodded. “I only fuck to nineties music.”
She tried. She tried so hard not to shriek with laughter, but she couldn’t help it. His lips curved as he pushed his jacket off his arms before folding it over the chair in the corner. He started to unbutton his shirt. He looked so incredibly sexy standing there, watching her as she fell over laughing. Rolling off the bed, she came over to him, slowly grinding to the music, at which he really laughed.
“You can’t dance for shit.”
“And you’re slow as hell with these buttons.” Smacking his hands away, she undid his buttons, feeling the ripple of skin under her fingers as his lips trailed down her jaw. “You know, I have a shirt that says ‘I Only Want to Make Love to ’90s R&B.’”
