Cold Hearted Bachelor by Logan Chance
Sixteen
Vaughn
There’s onlya few things I’ve ever really wanted in my life with no hesitations, no uncertainty. Having Paisley naked before me is top of the list.
When she started massaging my shoulders, I had a hard time keeping my shit together. But the minute she pressed her soft lips against my skin, I was a goner.
And even now, with the light of the moon pouring in through the windows I can’t take my eyes off her. I can’t think about anything but this undeniable need coursing through my body. I love the way she’s looking at me.
Like she is right now. Like I’m the sexiest man she’s ever seen. And I hope she sees that I’m looking at her the exact same way.
Because Paisley Watts is hands down the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I’m not just saying that because I hope I get lucky, or because I’m hard as a fucking rock. I say it because it’s the god’s honest truth.
I fist my cock, lining it up with Paisley’s pussy and push the tip in. She moves against me, bringing her body down. She’s so tight, that we go slow until I’m fully seated inside her.
And we just stare at each other, neither of us moving for fear this might not be real.
“I don’t want to blink because I’m afraid I’ll wake up.”
She leans her forehead against mine. “Who would have ever thought Vaughn James was such a romantic.”
I crack a smile. “Only for you. Only ever for you.”
She rocks her body, and I trail kisses along her neck. “I like the romantic side of Vaughn.”
God, I fucking kiss her. Because her mouth is just too irresistible to pass up. I keep kissing her as she rocks back and forth along my thick cock. And she feels so damn good, like our bodies together are pushing and pulsing together.
I breathe her in. “Paisley, I’ve never been this hard for anyone in my entire life.”
And I’m not lying as I keep pushing up into her, digging my fingers into her ass.
She moans out long and low, “Vaughn, I’m so close.”
I push up into her again, ready to explode myself, but I hold on a bit longer, wanting to make sure she gets off first.
And maybe a second time before I even think about being done with her.
She’s so responsive to my touch, I lean in and take her nipple into my mouth, loving the taste of her. I swipe my tongue back and forth as she crumbles.
“I’m coming. Don’t stop.” She pulls my face to hers, crashing her lips to mine.
She rides out the waves of her orgasm breathing me in. It’s a major fucking turn on.
My orgasm barrels along right behind her. I tug her close, my arms wrapped around her because I can’t let go of her just yet.
After a minute or two, I release her, and head into the bathroom to clean up.
When I step out, Paisley’s already getting dressed. “Don’t.” I don’t want to see her covered up. “Please. Let’s just lay together in my room.” I smile. “I just want to hold you.”
I want to be certain she doesn’t regret anything about what just happened here, because I fucking don’t.
“Ok,” she says, grabbing the rest of the clothes off the floor to bring them into my bedroom. “I’ve never been in here before,” she says as she steps inside.
I step aside as she stares at everything, her eyes zeroing in on the thing I hold most dear in the world.
“Vaughn,” she says, holding her clothes against her body, her eyes completely wide. “You still have this?” She heads over to a bookshelf near the window. “I can’t believe it.”
“Yeah, it was a gift.”
She stares at the tiny green and yellow tractor she gave to me so many years ago. “You kept it,” she whispers under her breath.
I step over to her, turning her so she can face me. So I can see those beautiful baby blues. “Of course, I kept it, Pea.” I kiss her, letting her know just how important she is to me.
She slides under the covers, and I follow right behind her.
“I like this.”
She smiles, her eyes drifting down my chest and even further to my stomach. She reaches her hand out, trailing her nails over the grooves of my abs. “Me too.”
I suck in a breath. “Don’t touch me like that unless you’re ready for round two.”
She gives me a coy smile. “Maybe I am ready for it.”
Fuck. In seconds I pull her beneath my body, kissing her skin just at the base of her throat, and making my way further south. “I can’t get enough of you. And Paisley,” I glance up to meet her eyes, “I don’t think I ever will.”
She pulls me up, kissing me square on the lips. “Good.”
I pull a condom out of my dresser drawer and toss it onto the pillow beside her head. I kiss her, loving the way her body feels against mine. My heartbeat kicks up, and I know I won’t ever be able to get enough of this woman.
I kiss along her neck, down the base of her throat and over her collarbone.
“Don’t stop,” she moans out.
I don’t plan on ever stopping.
Paisley’s driven by lust, her eyes shimmering with desire as she stares at me. I’m sure mine match. She wraps her legs around my waist, and her fingers trail down my back.
My dick is harder than steel and I reach for the condom and rip open the package. I can’t get the thing on quick enough before I’m back on top of her, pressing my large length at her entrance. “You turn me on so much,” I tell her with a kiss.
“You turn me on too,” she answers back.
And then I push inside her, and there’s no more talking. Only the sounds of our passion float through the room. My feelings soar inside me, unable to be contained. I want to be closer to her, and I push in deeper and deeper.
“Fuck,” I groan out, unable to convey what is happening in my mind.
I’ve never felt like this before.
Here I am, feeling this beautiful woman and I still want more of her.
So much more.
I kiss her, and she wraps around my body tighter.
She feels so goddamn good.
I’m harder than I’ve ever been, and the need to come overwhelms me. It’s like I’m driven by lust right now, and can’t form a single coherent thought. Only a name comes to mind.
Paisley.
I say it over and over, needing her to know just how much this all means to me. How much this is changing my fucking life.
My cock slams into her and her nails dig into the heated flesh of my back.
Yes. Fuck, yes.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
She stares up at me, like she wants to know all the things. But how can I even voice all the things running through my head right now. I can’t.
I want her. That much is a given, but still something about this feels forbidden. Like a glass floor that could shatter at any moment.
It’s all too good to be true.
“What’son your agenda for today?” I ask Paisley over coffee the next morning. We’re both fully dressed and getting ready for our day.
“I just have a meeting with Colby.”
“Maybe I should go with you?” I hate the idea she’ll be out there for her stalker to get at her.
There’s a knock at the door, and I lift my eyebrows to her with a shrug.
I answer the door and Spencer barrels into my condo.
“Dude, answer your... “ He spots Paisley. “Whoa, what are you doing here?”
Oops.
“It isn’t what it looks like.” Even though that’s exactly what it is. I cross my arms over my chest, trying my best to look calm and casual. Trying my best not to look fucking guilty.
I touched his sister last night. Oh, man, I did way more than just touch her. And I don’t regret a second of it, but I’m feeling some trepidation when Spencer moves closer to Paisley, blaring about why she’s in my apartment.
Fuck, thank fuck we’re both fully clothed.
“Pea, we should tell him about the house and call.”
“What house?” Spencer spins around to face me. “And what call?”
Paisley rushes to Spencer, placing her hand on his arm to get his attention. “Vaughn was just doing what I asked. He was just being a good older brother.”
I wince at that.
“What I mean is,” she continues, “I’ve had someone following me. And doing things.”
“What kinds of things?” Spencer sounds like he’s about to lose his shit. And maybe he is.
I jump in, “Spencer, she has a stalker. I didn’t feel safe having her stay at your parents’ house. The stalker would look for her there. And they’d never look for her here.”
Spencer turns back around to face his sister, wrapping his arms around her. “What the fuck? Why didn’t you guys tell me?”
I scrub a hand down my jaw. “I wanted to.” At first. I wanted to at first, until the night I kissed her, and tasted her. And let’s face it, had we told Spencer, then she’d probably be staying at his house and not mine. I just didn’t want to share her. I’m a selfish man, and I liked having her here.
“I’m sorry,” Paisley says, “I didn’t want everyone to worry if it turned out to be nothing. I asked Vaughn not to say anything.”
Spencer lets out a deep breath. “Have the cops been notified? What exactly happened?”
Paisley spends the next twenty minutes explaining everything that’s been going on. And I try my hardest not to think about how last night I was inside her. I know, I have fucked up priorities, I’m working on it.
Spencer goes on to declare he doesn’t want his baby sister out of his sight and a small part of me deflates at the thought. I liked taking care of her. Is that so wrong?
“The whole reason I came by is to tell you,” Spencer looks at me, “that we lost another account today.”
“Who?” I ask.
“Matheson. Jim Matheson. Says they’ve heard it through the grapevine we do shoddy work.”
“Fuck.” That was a golden account, one we’d already hired a crew for, and were set to break ground next week. “Did you get Hank on it?” Hank’s our lawyer, and probably our best bet to keep people from terminating their contracts.
Spencer rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, Hank’s on it, but it doesn’t look good. Wendy says the phone has stopped ringing.”
Wendy’s our receptionist and usually fields calls all day long from potential clients.
“Do you think this has anything to do with me?” Paisley asks, moving closer to stand next to me.
I take one step back. I don’t want to tip Spencer off about anything, especially right now. “I don’t think so.” I want to go and wrap an arm around her, pull her close and peck a kiss to the top of her head.
But, I know I can’t do that.
“Well, what else could explain this?” Spencer asks, not making Paisley feel any better.
We’re supposed to be protecting Paisley, not making her feel like shit because her stalker may be taking out their anger with her on us.
“I don’t think it’s Paisley. But, somewhere we have someone mad at us.”
Paisley returns to her bottle of water. “It has to be the same person, Vaughn. I know you’re trying to protect me, but I feel awful this is affecting your work.”
God I want to fucking hold her right now. I even take a step in her direction, but then I remember who else is standing here in my condo.
“You got coffee?” Spencer asks, and I follow him back into the kitchen.
“Yeah.” When his back is turned, I squeeze Paisley’s shoulder as I walk by. “It’ll be ok,” I tell her.
“How can you be so sure?”
I can’t be, but I’d never tell her that. I’d never tell anyone that. “I just know.”
“Another thing,” Paisley spins in her stool, “no telling Mom and Dad, Spence.”
He’s finished pouring his coffee into a mug and blows on it. “No way.”
“I don’t want them to worry.”
“Pea, maybe we should tell everyone,” I add in. “Your dad would be pissed if he found out and we didn’t tell him.”
“Fine, I’ll tell them this Sunday at dinner. That gives me a few days to find out who’s doing this.” She smiles. “Want to come to dinner with me?”
And just like that fear courses through me. Sunday dinner. At her parents’ house where I’ll have to pretend I don’t have a thing for her. Where I’ll have to pretend that I didn’t have my dick inside her last night. Or I’ll have to pretend she isn’t the hottest kisser I’ve ever known. Fuck.
“Ok,” I say, not really feeling too happy about this whole situation.
“Ok, today Vaughn and I need to go into work for a little bit. Get things under control. Can you stay here and work, and one of us will go to the meeting with you?” Spencer asks Paisley.
“I’ll go,” I blurt out.
She nods. “Ok.”
“Text me if anything comes up.” Spencer heads toward the door and I follow, giving Paisley one last glance over my shoulder before her brother and I walk out the door.
Hell yeah, I’ll be at the meeting with Colby.
