The Vincent Boys (The Vincent Boys #1)(19)

She arched her back, pressing her tits further into my hands. “That’s a nice start,” she replied in a soft moan. Seeing her head thrown back and her eyes closed like she was in the middle of an orgasm made everything else fade away. I needed more of that. I needed to see it again. I slipped one of my hands back down her stomach to her thigh and ran it up the inside of the shorts she had on until I felt the warm, wet fabric of her panties. She shuttered against me and cried out.

“What about this? You want me to touch here?” I asked, leaning toward her ear and whispering as I slid one finger inside her heat.

“Oh god, Beau,” she gasped, shaking in my arms. I knew what she needed. It might physically put me in a world of pain but I’d give it to her. If this is what she needed right now, I’d make sure she got it.

“You feel like heaven, Ash.” I bent my head and pulled the nipple I hadn’t gotten a taste of yet into my mouth before moving my finger in and out of her tight hole. I wanted in so bad. But she wasn’t ready for that. This was about helping her, not me.

“Beau . . . please . . . ohgod . . . Ah . . . Beau . . . please . . . more . . . please . . .” she panted as she began rocking her hips against my hand. She was close. I could feel it. And f**k if I wasn’t close too. Just watching her and tasting her and feeling her wetness was about to push me over the edge.

“I got you, baby. Come for me,” I encouraged her before I gently bit down on her nipple.

“BEAU!” she cried out in a load moan and shattered against my hand. To my surprise, I went off with her.

Over an hour later, I held her as she sat curled up in my lap. I was waiting on the horror of what I’d done to wash over me. However, having Ashton in my arms wasn’t helping me work up the remorse I should be feeling. Instead, I finally felt alive.

Ashton

I opened my car door and turned back to peek at Beau. My heart fluttered wildly at the sight of him. I’d wanted to go all the way but he’d stopped us. A smile tugged at my lips because I knew he hadn’t stopped me because it was wrong or because he didn’t want to. It just hadn’t been the right time. Beau had been as deliriously turned on as I’d been. He’d looked at me with those beautiful hazel eyes no longer hiding his feelings.

“Can you get out tonight?” he asked as he stepped toward me just close enough to touch my waist. The skin where his hand grazed tingled with anticipation.

“Yes, it’ll be late though. I’ve got to go to Grana’s. People will be bringing food and all that stuff. I’ll need to see you to cheer me up. Make me forget.” I’d crawl out my window for him if I had to.

He stepped closer and I watched as he lowered his mouth to mine. Just like before, the earth fell out from under me with the touch of his lips. I clung to his shoulders, afraid I’d collapse if he let me go. He broke the kiss and moved his mouth to my ear. I shivered and pressed closer to him.

“Text me when you’re ready and I’ll meet you at the park behind your house,” he whispered then stepped back.

I grabbed the door for support before nodding and getting into my car.

Beau stood there watching me as I backed up and turned the car around to drive away. I didn’t want him to regret anything. Right now I didn’t want to think about what was wrong with us. It felt too good to be wrong.

My phone rang and I reached for it without looking down to see who it was.

“Hello.”

“Stop looking back at me and watch the road.” Beau’s deep, smooth drawl came through the phone.

Smiling, I realized he had his phone up to his ear. He was almost too far away to see him clearly now. “Well, stop standing there all shirtless and sexy and causing a distraction,” I replied.

Beau sighed. “What are we doing, Ash?”

I wasn’t sure how to answer that and right now I didn’t want to. “Let’s just enjoy it,” I begged.

“I’ll do whatever you want me to. I always have,” was his reply.

“Where did you run off to last night?” Leann whispered as she plopped down on the step beside me. I’d decided to hide out on the stairs once Grana’s house filled to capacity with people. They were suffocating me. Leann was here with her mother and I appreciated it but I wasn’t in the mood to talk. I studied her expression to see if she had any idea Beau had taken me to play pool before taking me home. I’d texted her to let her know he was driving me home because I had a headache and I’d left it at that.

“Beau offered to take me home so I went. I wasn’t in the mood to hang out after Ryan.”

She leaned over closer to me, bumping her shoulder against mine. “Girl, you should’ve seen the bloody mess Beau made of Ryan’s face. He beat the crap out of him. It was hot.”

I rolled my eyes at her words, hiding the secret thrill I felt over having Beau take up for me.

“Don’t roll your eyes. You have no idea how hot he was beating Ryan’s face in. He kept warning him he’d kill him if he even looked in your direction again.”

I opened my mouth to respond when the smell of intense old lady perfume wafted over me.

“Ashton, sweetie, I’m so sorry.” Mrs. Murphy, one of the ladies in the church who Grana always said needed to wear more make-up to cover up her bags and less perfume because she was polluting the atmosphere, stopped in front of me and held out her hands.