Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 95049 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95049 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
I frame her face with my hands. “That’s because you are, Wild Card. You are so fucking cherished and loved,” I add, needing her to know. “And no matter what happens, I don’t want you to ever forget that.”
She nods in understanding and then shifts on my lap. She’s never been on top before, so I let her do her thing, exploring what feels good. When she hits a certain spot, her eyes roll upward before she looks back down at me.
“Does that feel good for you?” she asks, always so damn selfless.
“Anything you do while I’m buried in your pussy feels good,” I tell her honestly. “Don’t worry about me. Focus on you. Take what you want … what you need.”
She uses my words as her cue to start riding me. Her hands go to my shoulders to help her move up and down around my cock, and our lips fuse once again, our tongues tangling. I glide my hands down her body, resting them on her sides, feeling every sway of her hips.
“Lorenzo,” she groans, “I’m so close, but I …”
“I’ve got you.”
I reach between us to find her swollen clit and press my thumb against it, and her pussy immediately clenches around my cock. I continue to massage her clit as she rides my dick, and before long, she’s coming all over my cock and taking me straight over the edge with her.
Vanessa stills, but makes no move to get off me. Instead, she nuzzles her face into the crook of my neck, and we sit like this for several beats, both of us coming down from our high.
“Is it always like this?” she asks, her face still hidden. “This powerful and all-consuming?”
I’ve been with a lot of women, and I’m not going to say sex wasn’t good with them. It doesn’t take much to get a man off. The parts on women are all the same—some bigger, some smaller, real … fake.
But it wasn’t until I was with Vanessa that I realized how shallow my relationship with Hillary had been. Everything between us stayed on the surface, and maybe it’s because she was using me to help Enrique—my sister’s ex-husband—try to take down my family’s company, even though she swore afterward that she fell in love with me.
At the time, I thought I loved her, and even though she fucked me over, I did care about her. But now, I can see and feel the difference. What Vanessa and I have goes beyond our age gap, deeper than the fact that we’re at two different points in our lives. She’s cut a hole in my chest and exposed my heart, and I’ve willingly given it to her.
And when she leaves—she will, and I’ll let her go—I’m not sure if I’ll ever find a love like I’ve found with her.
“When you’ve found the right person, it will feel just like this.”
And as I say the words, I’m torn between hoping I’m the only person who ever makes her feel like this and wanting her to feel this kind of love even if it’s not with me.
28
Vanessa
I hear the phone ringing, but I’m too warm and comfortable to move.
After Lorenzo and I made love in the shower, he washed me from head to toe and then towel-dried me. Once we were dressed, he tucked me into bed and wrapped his strong arms around me, holding me so I felt safe.
My phone rings again, and I remember that Dani has Leo. I’d imagine she’d call Lorenzo if something was wrong, but since I don’t want to risk it, I grab my phone from the nightstand and hit Answer without looking to see who’s calling.
“He’s dead.”
I shoot up at the sound of Nicole’s voice, causing Lorenzo to stir awake as well. I press my finger to my lips and put the phone on speaker.
“Who’s dead?” I ask, playing stupid.
Lorenzo said Matteo would take care of it, but I’m not chancing giving anything away. One wrong move, and Lorenzo could go down for the murder of Eric Vanderbilt. After what the piece of shit did, he deserved what he got, but I would lie and say I killed him before I let Lorenzo take the fall. I don’t have anyone, but Lorenzo has Leo, and I’ll be damned if I let him go away, leaving Leo without his father because of me.
“My father,” Nicole says. “Your mother found him this morning and called the police. They’re not saying much, but from what I’ve gathered, he was shot in his house …”
I glance at Lorenzo, raising my brows, and he nods once, silently telling me to go along with it.
“Do they know who did it?” I ask.
“They’re investigating, but get this …” She pauses, maybe for dramatic effect, but it just makes me stress because if she says they think it was Lorenzo, we’re fucked. “James has connections with the DA, and your mom is their number one suspect.”