Page 69 of Home Town Advantage
As we walk further into the house toward the kitchen, one particular beam catches my attention. It’s central and not finished like the others. It sticks out. I wonder why he chose to do that.
For some reason, I’m drawn to the anomaly. As I stand under it, I look up, and that’s when I see it. The original inscription, carved into the wood.McShea Brothers.
My head immediately snaps toward Vance, my eyes looking at him in question.
He has a sheepish look as he shoves his hands into his front pockets. “Yes, it’sthattree.”
“When? How?”
He nervously licks his lips. “I knew about your tax liability. I also knew you would never accept money from me. I wanted something of Finn’s in here but assumed you wouldn’t let me have that tree on principle. It was a win-win. I had my guy offer you money for all those oak trees. This entire house is built outof the trees from the cabin property. Finn’s trees in Finn’s design. It’s kind of fitting, don’t you think?”
I’m silent. I have no words.
He runs his fingers through his hair. “Are you mad at me for not telling you? I almost did the other day when we were looking at the clearing outside the cabin, but I guess I wanted to wait for you to see it in person. How special it is.”
I wordlessly shake my head. At least I do in my mind. I think I’m frozen in shock.
He walks over to me and places his big hand on my shoulder, causing a flood of warmth to run through my body. “Are you okay with it, Sulley? Please talk to me. I hate the silence. It messes with my head.”
I pause for several long beats. “I…I think so.”
His hand remains on me. Why does his touch affect me so damn much?
The push and pull of my emotions for this man overwhelm me. Sometimes I hate him, and sometimes I feel like I’ll die if he doesn’t touch every inch of my body. Right in this moment, it’s the latter.
I turn my head and look at his hand on me. As if just realizing it’s there, he starts to withdraw it, but I grab his wrist and bring the back of his palm to my lips for a soft kiss before softly whispering, “Thanks for making his dream come true.”
We stare at each other as silence fills the air. The air between us is electric. There’s no denying that.
He breathes, “Sulley.”
I breathe back, “Vance.”
I begin to avert my gaze from his handsome face, unable to contain my emotions, when his fingers roughly grab my chin. “Look at me.”
I do.
“Talk to me. Use your words. Tell me what you want, Gully Sulley.”
I swallow. I don’t want to want him, but I can’t help it. I do. Desperately.
My trembling fingers eventually find his belt buckle as I lose the battle within myself and admit, “You, Vile Vance. I want you.”
As if I’ll change my mind if I wait any longer, I frantically undo his belt and jeans, pulling them down to his ankles along with his boxer briefs.
His python pops out, standing at full, angry, mouth-watering attention.
Not able to wait a second more, I take him into my hand and drop to my knees in front of him.
He lets out a groan of pleasure. “Fuuuuck yes.”
After a few long pumps, which produce a shot of pre-ejaculate, my tongue runs along his thick, long manhood. I take a deep breath, inhaling the pheromones that ooze from him. The way this man smells will forever be my undoing.
My nails scrape across his thick thighs, and goosebumps spread all over his body. He even shivers a little. I love what my touch does to him.
My tongue works him over, exploring every vein and crevice, but I haven’t put that monster into my mouth yet. I’m working up the confidence.
He grabs my hair into his hands to get it out of my face, and I look up at him while he stares down at me with an intensity that makes it hard to breathe. “I’ve dreamed of this. You, on your knees in front of me.” His eyes flash with a bit of uncharacteristic mischief. “In my dreams, you’re wearing my jersey like you did at that one game, but you on your knees is my fantasy come to life. Open wide, baby. We’ll take it slow at first.”
