Vicious Boys by Nora Cobb
Chapter Nineteen
Chase
For once, I do what I am told and agree to return to Redwood. Adrian meets with a lawyer to discuss protecting our assets by separating them from our parents. There will be no problem for him. Adrian has lived on his own for eight years, but I am a different story. My legal address is my parents’ house, and a lot of what I own has their names attached. I don’t care about my trust fund, not when I realize where that money came from. Selfishly, the only thing I want to keep is my car.
The lawyer advises us not to contact our parents unless we want to end up in court testifying. He’d make a case for ignorance, and we might be able to get away with a sworn statement. He warns us if our parents confide in us, we will be dragged into court. The lawyer is confident there will be a trial.
When I return, instead of heading for my suite, I head to Vicki’s. I knock on the door and—waiting for her to open it—I try to think of a reason why she would’ve told a secret. Or even how she got this information. Did Silas tell her to get rid of me? I heard about Luna’s misfortune. It put mine into perspective. I need to know if my parents could have been involved. It will be one more thing to carry around on my conscience, but I have to know.
At first, Vicki looks surprised when she sees me, and then she composes herself quickly. A veil falls across her features, guarding her emotions. Dom blew up on the phone, so I know it was her. I shouldn’t be surprised by her cool greeting. I should’ve called at least, or sent a text.
“Can I come in?” I ask.
She steps aside, and I look around at the mess in her place. I doubt Luna was a neat freak, but it seems that Vicki’s taking her friend’s departure very hard. Dirty plates in the sink, pizza boxes shoved in the trash, shoes piled up by the door. It doesn’t look like a girl lives here. It looks exactly like my bedroom, minus the bra hanging over the back of the chair.
“How you been?” I ask.
She grins. “I was just about to ask you that.”
I nod. We’ve both been through a hell that I couldn’t have imagined until I saw it for myself.
“Excuse the mess.” She looks around for a clean surface, then grabs a stack of books off the kitchen chair and moves them for me. “You want to share salad?”
I nod, and then she takes a mixing bowl out of the fridge filled with a huge chef’s salad. She laughs as I gawk, and then I pluck a tomato out with my fingers and eat it.
“I can get you a plate,” she says.
I shake my head. “Just a napkin,” I reply.
Vicki grabs a roll of paper towels and places it on the table before sitting down. I like that about her—she’s too laid back to care. We dig in, picking out eggs, cubes of cheese, and marinated tomato slices off lettuce leaves. I grab a wilted leaf soaked in dressing and pop it into my mouth.
“You’re not going to believe it,” I say carefully, “But I came here to thank you.”
Vicki starts coughing, and I slap her on the back while she catches her breath.
I continue to rub her back. “You weren’t expecting that, were you?”
She sits back and stares at me. “I’ve been looking over my shoulder since Dom threatened me.”
My expression shifts to pissed off. “What did he say?”
“He told me he’ll get even.” She sighs. “He claims I’ve ruined him by squealing on his father.”
“His father ruined him, not you,” I tell her emphatically. “Dom can be selfish. He doesn’t want the challenge of paying his dues.” My tone softens. “Marcy has lost her grip on me. She can’t blackmail me anymore.”
Vicki’s eyes widen. “She was blackmailing you?”
“I wanted to stop seeing her,” I reply, “but she threatened to tell. I didn’t have the guts. I knew what would happen. I knew people would avoid me if they knew I was sleeping with her.” I shrug. “My parents are pissed, but I’m not. I’ve moved in with my brother. That’s his photo on my wall. I was going to move in with him after graduation anyway. And I’ve stopped speaking to my parents as requested by my brother’s lawyer. I’m not sad about that.”
“I’m really sorry,” she whispers, “You should be angry with me. I was only thinking of Luna. I didn’t think straight. I didn’t think about you because I was so angry.”
Vicki chokes on the last word as her breathing becomes ragged. I watch as a tear slips down her cheek, and she wipes it away quickly. I pull her into my lap and hug her against my chest. I like it when she’s tough and mouthy. It fits her so perfectly, like she was born to sass. And I can’t wait to see her again to hear what wild-ass thing she’s going to say to me next time.
But it’s different when she’s vulnerable. Vicki needs me, and I need her. I catch my breath and nuzzle her hair as her tears wet my arm. I should have gone to her that night I left and asked her to leave with me. I know, together, we could make it away from this shitty place. But she would have to want me as much as I want her.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cry,” I whisper. “All the shit that got tossed your way, and I never saw you cry once. Not even in the hospital.”
“I try hard not to cry,” she says, wiping her face, “but there have been many times I’ve wanted to.”
I should be angry, but I don’t want to be. I just want to hold Vicki. I’ve always been hard on her, wanting her, craving her, but right now, I just want to hold her. I place my hand under her chin and lift her chin. My lips press against hers, and she reaches me, gripping the sleeves of my shirt. I feel desire rise up inside me as her body trembles, and I know it’s with anticipation.
“I wanted you that night,” I whisper, “but I didn’t want that to be our first time.” I look into her eyes. “Do I get a second chance?”
Vicki moans my name, and I kiss her soft skin harder as if I want to leave a mark. She turns her body so she’s facing me, her long legs straddling my hips. I reach down and tug her T-shirt up. Vicki takes it out of my hands and pulls it over her head. She’s not wearing a bra. I place my mouth over her small, perfect breast and feel the softness against my lips. Gently, I kiss her tightening nipples as she moans.
“I missed you,” she whispers, stroking my hair.
She’s what I want, and I can’t wait. Holding my shoulders, Vicki arches her back, pushing her body into my hard bulge. I lick and nibble every inch of her. She gasps as I tug a hard nipple between my teeth.
I want more. The feel of her half-naked body is driving me mad. I tug her up off me, and we stumble over to the couch as our mouths lock in a kiss. She trembles as my hand travels down her tummy, and I unzip her jeans. My fingers slide down in between the denim and her skin.
“Fuck, girl, you aren’t wearing any panties.”
She giggles. “Are you?” Vicki wiggles her hips, and her jeans drop to the floor. She strokes her hand between her thighs; her finger slides into her pussy. “I want to feel you here,” she says.
My cock is aching because my girl is too much. “Christ, that’s the sexiest move I’ve ever seen. I have to catch up.”
I practically tear my T-shirt off. Vicki stares at my chest with an appreciative grin. I yank my jeans off, pulling my underwear off along with them. I’m stiff with desire as she licks her lips. I take a step forward and yank her tight against my body. Vicki grinds against my cock as my mouth finds her soft lips. She grabs my erection and strokes the head, then rubs it against her tummy.
I shake my head. “I have to get a condom. I’ll meet you in your bed.”
After a few minutes of fumbling in my bag, I race into her bedroom like a virgin eager to lose it. Kneeling on the floor, my hand slides between her legs as she sits on the edge of her bed. She moans as my fingers part her folds, and my finger circles her clit. She watches as I take my hand away and lick my fingers. Smiling, she opens her legs wider for me. I slide my finger inside her again, and she moves, pumping against it. I add a second, and she arches her back. I have to stop myself from ripping the foil package off the condom open with my teeth.
I lick, suck, and stroke until her orgasm shakes her body. I want her to only think about me and forget the others. Vicki pulls me onto the bed. I hold her hips as she guides me in. I moan as I push her open. I feel her tightness, and I feel whole again. Deep inside her, I hold onto her tight. I rest my forehead against her shoulder and take in all the sensations rushing through me. If this isn’t love, I fucked up.
Vicki starts to move her sexy hips against me. I open my eyes so I can see her face when she cums. Vicki opens her eyes, and we watch each other as the feeling builds. My body shakes as if it will be pulled apart, and I shout when I cum. My head falls against her shoulder as I shake, wondering if she felt that too.
“It’s only going to be me, right?” I ask her.
Her body tenses up underneath mine as she stares, then turns her head away. I don’t need any other answer but that. I pull off her and go into the bathroom. By the time I clean up, she’s dressed and sitting on the couch in the living room. My clothes are on her bed.
“I don’t know why you think you need someone else,” I tell her harshly.
“It’s not like that.” She won’t face me. “I’m tired of making deals and then fucking up because I don’t know whose ass to kiss or whose to kick. I need to do this on my own.”
Maybe I forgave her too soon. I made it easy, and now Vicki thinks she can play games again. Play eeny, meeny, miny, moe with our hearts. I grab my bag off the floor.
“Nice,” she says, “You’re just going to fuck and leave.”
“I want more!” I shout. “I’m always offering it, but you won’t take it. So why don’t you just stop playing fucking games and choose like a normal goddamn person!” I look at her for a second longer, hoping she’ll ask me not to leave.
Stubborn to the end, Vicki folds her arms and says nothing as I open the door and go.
