Vincent (Made Men, #2)(7)

Thank God tonight is finally over.





Chapter Five A Hard-On of Epic Proportions

Vincent slowly walked through the house, unable to concentrate. He desperately needed to get himself under control. Every day was a constant battle for him and right then, his mind and body were at war.

His body was in a serious state of need from being a hundred percent positive he was going to fuck his date and ninety-nine point nine percent positive he was going to fuck Nero’s date, as well. Hell, his date had already made him halfway hard when she had started grabbing his dick under the table. However, when he had seen Lake dancing, his dick had grown like a rock. He was almost certain he had never been that hard before.

Fuck!

Feeling the pain in his groin, he became positive he had never been that hard. It meant a lot more than you would think because he was proud that he had fucked every hot girl in his private school. Not to mention, since it was Legacy Prep, there were a lot of rich, hot girls who came with some sexy-ass mothers. Finally he realized how severe his hard-on was, considering he’d slept with outrageously needy, experienced milfs. If you aren’t in the twenty-first century, that means Mother-I’d-Like-To-Fuck, fuck, fuck!

When Vincent didn’t see anyone, he rounded back to the living room and sat down on the couch. If he looked at Lake right then—in that fucking dress—he would only picture her dancing. Even without looking at her, it was hard enough.

Okay, now listen to your mind. Vincent took a deep breath. This is Lake you’re thinking about. He took another deep breath. Your sister’s best friend. Another deep breath. You were just turned on and ready to fuck. With one last deep breath, he was finally becoming sane.

Vincent was glad that was over. The next day, he was going to wake up and have no thoughts about Lake while he fucked some girl’s brains out. Make that the threesome I was supposed to have.

Getting up off the couch, his dick was finally under some control. What? A hard-on of epic proportions isn’t going to go away just like that.

Vincent was ready to face Lake again since he was calm, cool, and collec— What the hell is that?

Vincent stared at the bag sitting on the coffee table. Reaching down, he grabbed something circular which was wedged between some school folders and papers. He opened the round case, knowing all too well what was inside. When the little pills appeared beside days of the week, he began to lose control all over again.

If this is Adalyn’s, I will fucking kill the motherfucker who touched her. When he thought about the other option, of it being Lake’s, he came to the same conclusion.

A voice deep down inside of him told him to take a deep breath. Shut the fuck up.

*

Lake stared at the monster in the doorway when the lights were suddenly turned on. Her breathing sped up as she wondered what could have happened in the five minutes she had been in there. Is someone dead?

Adalyn sounded on the verge of tears as he shut the door behind him. “What’s wrong? What is it?”

Vincent revealed what was in his hands, still silent.

Adalyn and Lake let out the breaths they’d seemed to have been holding for an eternity.

Oh, thank God. No one’s dead.

“Jesus Christ, Vincent! You scared the hell out of us!” Adalyn said, trying to catch her breath.

Vincent’s voice was cold as he put the pills in his pocket. “Whose the fuck is it?”

It finally dawned on Lake and Adalyn that finding birth control pills was right under finding the dead body of a family member.

Adalyn held up her hands. “Okay, Vincent. Just try to calm down and listen for a second.” She began to fake laugh. “Trust me, we are all going to have a good laugh about this later.” However, her laughter died at Vincent’s facial expression.

Holy shit, someone is dead, and that is me.

“There are two fucking rules every girl in the family must follow: One, you can’t date until you become an adult and graduate high school. And two, you can only fuck after you’re married with the blessing of the family.” Vincent’s voice became low. “You know you are not allowed on birth control, especially since you’re underage. In one night, all the fucking rules have been broken.”

Lake wished she could run and hide. She knew the rules, and they had been put in place for the safety of the girls as well as the sanity of the family.

Vincent’s voice started to rise as his eyes danced between them. “So, whose are they?”

Adalyn looked down at the floor. “Um…”

Lake looked Vincent straight in the eyes. “They’re mine.”

Vincent’s eyes held Lake’s prisoner. “Adalyn, out.”

Adalyn didn’t move.

“Room. Now!” Vincent growled.

Adalyn solemnly left, closing the door behind her while leaving her friend to fend for herself.

Lake’s chest started to quickly rise and fall as he silently stood, watching her. She tried to move her eyes away, but she was afraid of what he would do if she did.

Vincent waited until Adalyn’s footsteps had disappeared. “You fucking that guy who was your date tonight?”

Huh? What? No! Who the hell does he think he is?

Lake was furious he’d had the audacity to say that.

“I told you earlier we used them to get in. We didn’t even dance with them! You are such an asshole. Did it ever occur to you that I’m on birth control because my periods suck?”