Gypsy Freak (All The Pretty Monsters #2)(11)

The brief moment of surprise has me stunned and just staring down, almost non-responsive, as he thrusts up again, groaning as his eyes open.

“So close,” he tells me…a little desperately with a really gruff, indescribably sexy tone.

My eyes dart over to where Anna is doubled over, hands on her knees, as she grins at me like the devil she is.

“Sorry. Had to make sure you got something out of this as well,” she tells me.

Vance goes utterly still under me, and the most awkward situation in history becomes this very exact moment.

He’s inside me, hard and very filling. He’s tied down, and I forget I’m strapped to him when I try to move.

The harness catches me before I can lift all the way off him, and he groans when I’m forced back down, feeling the drag of his cock inside me on the down-stroke.

My thighs actually clench, because I almost do it again on purpose, which is so freaking wrong. Why did I really think I could trust her?

“Anna,” I hiss, my cheeks burning as I glare over at her.

“Sorry,” she says again, still not even pretending to actually sound sorry as she grins broader. “Stay and enjoy. You both need a little less seriousness in your lives. You’re welcome,” she says as I catch sight of the triplets grinning and waving at me.

“And take your time,” she adds as she punches the air and begins to jog.

Vance struggles with the ropes on his hands, cursing Anna under his breath. “You could have been a damn good gypsy,” he says over at her, his lips twitching.

She nods. “Much better than Violet,” she says with a teasing grin.

She really doesn’t know just how much I want to salt her. But then I remember something important that I’m good at.

As the strands of very thickly corded rope begin whirring in the air, I smirk over at her.

“Damn gypsy,” she mutters, still grinning, as Vance sighs in relief.

The second the massive ropes are mostly shredded, he breaks them the rest of the way, and he starts fumbling with the metal clasps of the harness.

Unfortunately, that puts his face dangerously close to mine, and a breath shakes out of me when he lifts my legs and drags me closer. An unbidden roll of my hips has his breath catching. I’m not sure when my hands went to his shoulders, but I grip them tighter, resisting the urge to use them as leverage.

This is really distracting.

I barely force my eyes away, and his hands slow on working free the buckles as I stare at Anna, who is still grinning and running in place.

“Take your time. I feel better than I have in so long. I think you just re-energized me,” she says, eyes bright. “It could be the answer to the universe.”

My eyes widen. “You’re serious?”

She nods as her grin brightens. “So serious. I’ll see you back at the house. We’ll talk it over there.” She gestures to the triplets. “C’mon, girls. She’s not as kinky as I am.”

With that, I see a triplet touch her hand, and they all disappear.

That’s when it starts getting awkward again, because I remember what I have no idea how I forgot.

My lips clumsily bump his when I turn my head, because he’s gotten so much closer. He doesn’t pull back more than just a hair’s breadth away from my lips.

“I’ll leave this up to you,” he murmurs, his lips ghosting over mine in the barest of touches.

I can’t even remember exactly how long it’s been for me, but I can only imagine how long it’s been for him, considering he actually got bored with sex. Anna thinks the ribbon girl is cruel? She left him hanging after all that time and left his fate in my lesser experienced hands.

“You’re the one who lost interest in sex. It feels wrong for this decision to be mine, since I put you in this incredibly awkward position. Apologizing seems like something I should be—”

His lips find mine in an almost bruising kiss, and I forget what I was even saying. I’m not sure why I was the least attracted to him, since he’s by far the sexiest man I’ve ever known in this very wrong moment.

It’s like he knows every right way to kiss a girl, and is effortlessly transitioning into each method at a slow, deliberate pace.

I feel us moving before I realize he’s turning us, and I tighten my legs around his waist when I feel gravity trying to pull me off him.

He groans against my lips as my back hits the bed and he comes down on top of me. I feel his hands slide down to the harness, and he tears it away with three sharp tugs in premediated sections.

It falls away in three pieces that I feel, rather than see, because my eyes are still shut as he gives a lazy thrust. I’m not sure what sounds I make, because he swallows them.

He breaks the kiss and holds himself inside me as his lips trail down to my ear.

“You’re really giving me this decision to make?” he asks like he needs to be certain.

“Are you really going to make me ask for it at this point?” I ask a little shakily.

I’ll kill Anna for this after I thank her a little. It’s been a long time since I felt like…me. A person. A woman. Not an idiot who can’t stop stepping in shit piles.

He seems to hesitate, and I start to get really embarrassed about misreading that mind-numbing kiss.

“I’ve already crossed a line,” he says, though it sounds more like he’s talking to himself. “I might as well cross another,” he adds before his lips find mine again, purging my mind of any and all remaining nervous reservations.