Defiance (The Protectors #9)(49)

“Come, baby,” Vincent growled as he settled his mouth against mine. “Need to see you.”

He was there with me. All in. And I loved it. His words were giving me so much more than permission to let my body feel something that it had been denied for so long.

I could feel tears sliding from my eyes as Vincent slowed his movements and carefully slid the head of his dick against the spot. I began nodding frantically because my pleasure increased tenfold every time he did it. I locked my ankles around his ass, digging them into his flexing muscles as he surged in and out of me. My fingers scrambled for purchase along his hot, wet back.

And then it happened.

I screamed in relief as the coil of need inside of me snapped and flung me over the edge. I couldn’t speak or breathe. All I could do was feel as wave after wave of agonizing sensation flayed my body alive in the best way. I was dimly aware of Vincent murmuring things into my ear, but I couldn’t be sure of anything he actually said. His dick pulsed and throbbed inside of me as my body clamped down on his and then he was ramming into me hard, driving my pleasure higher in sharp, angry spikes.

It almost became too much.

Almost.

But as Vincent yelled my name, my nickname, I managed to open my eyes. I saw the muscles of his neck straining as he braced himself above me. His arms were once again holding his body above mine as he plowed into me, and I saw his eyes watching where our bodies were connected. I looked down long enough to see his dick spearing in and out of me. He let out an angry curse and then a shout of relief as he shoved into me hard. His body collapsed on mine and he wrapped his arms around my upper body, clinging to me like I was his lifeline. He jerked against me, his cock shoving into me in short, jerky thrusts over and over as he rode out his orgasm. Bursts of energy danced beneath my skin as my own orgasm continued to surge beneath my skin.

I lost all track of time as Vincent fucked into me over and over. By the time his body slowed and all his weight settled onto me, I couldn’t move. I managed to hang onto him with my arms, but that was it. My breath was seesawing in and out of me, and I felt so hot I was sure I was going to burst into flames. Vincent’s length still filled me and every once in a while he’d let out a little moan as his body jerked inside of mine. I eventually managed to regain my senses enough to lift one arm enough to cradle the back of his head. I pressed kisses against his temple, but didn’t say anything.

What was I supposed to say?

Thank you?

Those words were hardly enough for what he’d just done to me…given me.

The sounds of the night returned slowly, as did the coolness of the ground beneath me and the mugginess of the air surrounding us. I knew we needed to go inside, but I was reluctant to move.

Because reality was returning like a vengeful bitch who’d decided she’d been gone just long enough that you got to see what life could be like without her.

Vincent shifted somewhat, and then he was using his arms to lift himself off me. He reached between our bodies and it was then that I realized I’d come without him or me even touching my dick. Vincent grabbed the edge of the condom and slowly pulled out of me.

I instantly felt empty.

And cold.

And not just from the cum that had pooled on my belly and chest.

God, I’d just let a man fuck me.

In his backyard.

On the ground.

I waited for Vincent to say something…anything, that would make those other facts irrelevant, but I knew no such words would be forthcoming when he said, “We should go inside and get cleaned up.”

Humiliation coursed through me as I nodded and sat up. I grabbed for my jeans, bypassing my underwear, and began tugging them on, not watching as Vincent pulled the condom off. My throat was threatening to close off my breathing altogether, so I quickly stood and put my back to Vincent. My ass hurt like a son of a bitch, but despite the shame rolling through me, the lingering effects of the orgasm were making it hard for me to function. I managed to get my pants pulled up and my shirt on, though it ended up being inside out.

He didn’t say a thing.

Not one goddamn thing.

My fingers shook as I tried to get the button closed on my pants, but I couldn’t manage it. Even the zipper proved to be too much for me, and a humiliating sob tore free of my throat.

I felt him behind me, but he didn’t touch me.

“Nathan,” he said quietly as he came around me.

Nathan, not Nate.

Not baby.

I couldn’t swallow, couldn’t breathe. My heart felt like it was going to pound right out of my damn chest.

When he reached for my pants, presumably to help me fasten them, I jerked away from him. “Don’t,” I croaked, because that was all I could get out. And then I was pushing past him, wiping at the tears that had started to fall without my permission. I nearly tripped over Mickey as the cat raced past me towards the house. Minnie hopped off the lounger and headed for the door before I reached it, and both cats followed me up the stairs and to my room. I was oddly grateful for their company as I shut the door behind me and went to the bathroom. I got the shower going and began stripping my clothes off.

That was when I made the mistake of looking in the mirror.

I gasped at the sight of myself.

My hair was mussed, probably from the many times Vincent had grabbed me to demand I give him the answers he wanted. He’d been so dominant, forceful…