Page 25 of You're So Vine
She misreads my expression.
“Don’t worry, my family will love you,” she says. “That’s another reason why you won’t escape; they’ll probably want you to move in.”
One thing I’ve learned about Ava is that she’s honest. What she says she means. I owe it to her to pull myself out of this funk and step up.
“Okay. I’ll text Shelby,” I say. “She and Nate have to come up for air some time.”
“Tell him to eat,” says Ava with a grin. “Food, I mean.”
And then she gets up on tiptoe and kisses me lightly on the mouth.
You’d think that after the lecture I gave myself about being responsible and showing self-control, that I’d kiss her lightly back and be on my way. Yeah. You’d think.
But she tastes so good, and it’s been so goddamn long since I kissed someone I’ve truly wanted to kiss that I skip the lightly part and move right on through to heavily, my hands moving up under her shirt, my shirt, so there’s a lot of room to maneuver. I’m relishing the feel of her skin. Commando might be a little chilly for her but it’s legendary for me. I have free access to her glorious taut ass, and I cup it with both hands and lift her up and against me, my hard-on making it known that it wouldn’t mind me going commando also.
Ava’s arms are wrapped around my neck, and her tongue starts exploring mine in a way that sets off a worryingly intense reaction. Got to slow down, or self-control might not be an option. But I can hardly dump her on the floor. That’s just rude.
Luckily the decision’s made for me. Ava breaks the kiss.
“Go,” she says against my mouth. “Oral sex is great, but I want you inside me.”
My cock physically bucks, and it’s all I can do not to forget everything I said about control and condoms.Good work, Hollander. You talk big about resolve but put it to the test and you’re as unyielding as a scrap of sawdust in a high wind.
Turns out shame is a pretty good motivator, so I gently lower Ava down. She gives me an amused knowing smile. This time she’s the one who can see the funny side, and I’m the one out of sorts.
Ava shoos me with a wave of her hand.
“Go!” she says. “Clock is ticking.”
“Roger,” I say, from habit. “I’m gone.”
I start the Dodge, and let it warm up while I text Shelby about borrowing clothes for Ava. Pretty sure she won’t answer, but—
Instant response.
Sure! Come over!!”
Shelby likes her exclamation marks. She is one of life’s naturally positive people, and I’m grateful for all the slack she’s ever cut me. Hope I repay her well enough by doing good work around the vineyard.
It’s a three-minute drive to Shelby and Nate’s door. I’m relying on the noise of the truck to prevent any surprise at my arrival. I know from recent experience how easy it is to get carried away.
Worked. Shelby opens the door before I knock. She’s dressed. A little flushed but fully covered. I try not to think about Ava naked. Not good for your long-term employment prospects to give your boss an eyeful of crotch bulge.
“Cam!”
Shelby throws her arms round my waist and gives me a hug. Grabs my hand and pulls me inside, into the kitchen. Nate gets up from the table and gives me a look of inquiry.
“How’s Ava?”
“She’s doing fine,” I say. “Doc Wilson checked her over again.”
We both know what I’m not saying. But as the Doc said last night, what’s the point in fretting until you have something to fret about? This is the day after Nate and Shelby’s wedding. Fretting can wait.
“Coffee, Cam?” says Shelby.
“No thanks,” I say. “Just came to see if Ava could borrow a change of clothes.”
“Of course! I’ll go grab some.”
