Cold Hearted Bachelor

We spend the next half hour going over the details of the new property she’s looking to flip. She’s excited about the remodel, and I end up giving her a few ideas to spruce up the place.

After I leave the shop, I head back to Vaughn’s place, using the key he gave me to let myself back inside.

“How was coffee?” Vaughn asks, arms crossed over his big chest, startling me like no other.

I set my bag down, debating if I should tell him about the note on his door I found. “You scared me.” I move into the kitchen where he stands. “It was great. Jackie got a new property she’s looking to flip.” Before I can even turn around, Vaughn’s arms are around me, lifting me and bringing me back to his bedroom.

Nope not telling him.

“You don’t have anywhere you need to be right now, do you?”

I smile, as he tosses me onto the bed and then climbs over top of me. “Only here.”

He gazes down on me. “Right answer, Pea.” He kisses me with a smile, and I laugh.

I wrap my legs around him as he presses his already hard length against me. “We have too many clothes on.”

He stares between us. “You’re right.” And then he whips off his shirt, awarding me with his six-pack abs.

I lick my lips. Which is an involuntary reaction I appear to always have when I see him with no shirt on. And in the next thirty seconds Vaughn is able to undress us both. “I’ve never seen anyone move so fast,” I say with a laugh.

“Determination.” He settles back over me, kissing my neck, roaming his hands up my legs.

He spreads them apart and then he’s cloaking his dick with a condom.

I can’t believe this is my life. That this panty-melting man is all mine right now. That I am the lucky one who gets to touch him and kiss him. I mean, pinch me, is this real life?

As if Vaughn can hear my thoughts he pinches my nipple with his teeth. Yes, it’s real life. And then he’s pushing deep inside me, and I moan. This man has the key to turning me on, and it’s insane how well he uses it.

He runs his hands between my thigh, touching me in all the places I want him to touch me in. God, this man.

I’ll never tire of him touching me like this. I hope I never have to.

He pushes further inside me. “You feel so damn good, Paisley.”

“You feel good too.” I kiss him, holding him close. Not wanting this moment to end.

It doesn’t end, Vaughn keeps pushing inside me. In and out. I move along with him, my heartbeat racing to keep up.

Passion burns through my veins as my body builds and builds. I’m so close, yet at the same time, I don’t want this to end.

“Just let go, Pea. I’ve got you.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, letting my body go along with my heart, knowing full well I won’t ever be able to recover from this.

I won’t ever be able to kiss another man for as long as I live. Heck, I’ll never want to.

Vaughn chases right behind, his orgasm overwhelming him all at once and he curses under his breath.

We both lie breathing heavily, our bodies trying to relax.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” Vaughn says.

I smile. “Same.”

Eighteen

Vaughn

* * *

I’m not lying when I say I like doing that with Paisley. It’s better than I could have ever imagined, and now that we’ve crossed this line, I don’t ever want to go back.

As soon as we’re dressed and ready, I drive Paisley to a property her friend Colby is working on before taking her to the office. I already don’t like this prick, but I’m on my best behavior.

Even though I still want to burn his eyes out of his head when his eyes roam over Paisley in her tight jeans and silk blouse, I keep myself in check.

I told Paisley I wouldn’t interfere with the meeting and I would stay in the truck.

She insisted I come take a look at the property with her.

So, here we are. All three of us, walking around a house with more problems than the house is probably worth.

But, I keep my knowledgeable mind out of it. I’m in construction. If Colby wants someone’s advice it should be mine.

There’s no way they can knock a wall down and think this house will hold steady. But, again this is something I will tell Paisley in private, not when she’s standing with Boxy-Mcboxerson, otherwise known as Colby.

Sorry, the guy has the appearance of a cardboard box. His hair’s even a light brown. And he kind of has the personality of a box too.

I lean against a wooden beam, watching Colby stare at my girl. I cross my arms when I realize what I just fucking thought.