Page 72 of Vince
Rolling my eyes, I lie through my teeth, “I’m not.”
Yeah, my twin sees right through me. “Sure, Vinny. You keep telling yourself that.” But then she focuses her attention to Sydney. “Did today really go well?”
“Absolutely.” Sydney fills her in on the events of their day just before Julia comes running into the room with her coat and shoes on.
“I’m ready, Momma. Are you?”
We chat for a few more moments before Julia’s chomping at the bit to leave, and Vanessa complies to her wish. We walk them to the front door and wave as they drive off together.
The second the door snicks shut, and we’re alone, I snake my arms around Sydney’s waist and pull her in for a kiss. Her arms drape over my shoulders as her fingers find the strands of hair at the base of my neck. Damn, she feels amazing.
Not wanting any risk of interruption, I break our kiss only long enough to scoop her up into my arms and walk to my bedroom. I have zero expectations—but I know how often Julia will forget something, and we have to return.
Syd laughs as she reads my determined expression. “In a hurry much?”
Rolling my eyes, I explain, “My familyalwaysforgets something. I’d rather not have them walk in and see a different kind of show.”
The total brat she is waggles her brows suggestively, “Really? You’re certain there’d be a show?”
“Oh, I’ll give you a show,” I say as I dump her on my bed, and she shimmies herself toward the pillow.
Sure, the blankets are a tangled mess, but that is the least of my worries. The sexiest woman in the world is giving me a look that clearly makes her intentions clear—she wants me.
Knowing I must keep my wits about me, I take every ounce of power I have to focus my attention solely on Sydney. As her hair fans out across my pillow, I’m taken by her beauty. Her long lashes flutter, revealing her green eyes which are now a dark-emerald shade as a smile pulls at her lips.
“So, what kind of show are we talking about, Mr. Larson? Are we talking like Magic Mike?”
As if…
Yeah, there might be an eye roll thrown at her, but if she wants to see more of me, that can be arranged.
Ripping off my shirt, she grins wider in appreciation. I’m not stacked with muscles, but I do work out, and I’m proud of my accomplishments. I keep my pants on because the rough barrier is the only thing keeping me from disgracing myself with her.
She’s utter perfection, but to keep from showing her just what she does to me, I run through a list of sure-tell things to keep my raging hard-on at bay.
Cold showers.
Smelly gym socks.
Jumping in a frozen lake.
Yeah, the usual list isn’t working, but I’m not about to let her down.
Maybe if I keep things playful, I won’t lose control.
Reaching for her ankle, I pull her to me as I crawl up her body from the bottom of the bed. She giggles with the unexpected move, and her shirt raises to show her stomach.
“You know… I’m all for equal rights, Syd. If I’m shirtless, you should be, too.”
The brazen woman before me doesn’t even hesitate. Her shirt is up and over her head in an instant. Her breasts fill the cups of her bra perfectly.
Holy shit. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea. If I thought I was on the brink of control before, I’m fucking screwed now.
Ice baths.
Pi is three point one four one five nine…
Thank fuck, that calms me down, and I regain control of myself.
