Vic Vaughn is Vicious by J.A. Huss

CHAPTER FOURTEEN - DAISY

Vic tugs on my jeans, whipping them down my legs. I’m content, but not satiated, so I’m totally up for another round. He takes my hand, pulls me to my feet, then he sits down where I was and places me on his lap.

I straddle him, edging my pussy right up to his still-hard cock, and then I tease him. I rock my hips back and forth, sliding my hands up and down his shaft. He watches me, his eyes downcast as I jerk him off.

“You can’t get enough of me, can you,” he teases back.

The truth is, and I will never admit this out loud, Vic is the last man I was with. I haven’t had sex since that first time with him seven years ago. It’s been toys and fingertips ever since. So if he wants to fuck all night out here under these trees, I’m totally gonna let him.

When I don’t say anything back, he answers his own question. “It’s me, Daisy. It’s me who can’t get enough of you.”

I lean down, my long, blonde hair caressing his chest, and I kiss him on the lips. His perfect lips. And when he kisses me back, I feel like I just met my soulmate.

I lift my hips up, fist his cock and squeeze it hard until he moans with pleasure, then position it right up against my opening and sit down.

“Fuck.” He grabs my hair with both hands, wrapping it tight in his fists, forcing me to arch my back and push my tits into his face.

I grind on him. And this time, we fuck slowly. Back and forth, dragging out each motion. Stretching it all out and making each moment last twice as long. I hold his beautiful scruffy face in my hands and we kiss like long-lost lovers. Our hips in perfect alignment. Our hearts beating against one another. Our breathing heavy and slow.

It is fire, it is heat, it is passion. And I never want it to end.

But of course, the moment you think that—that’s the moment of purest pleasure. That one moment that we all chase, over and over again. Trying to capture it.

But you can’t. Love and passion, it’s not something meant for a cage. It’s fleeting. All the good things are.

We come at the same time.

And I do not even care that he’s inside me and that’s exactly how we got here.

We stay like that, with me in Vic’s lap and completely undressed, him underneath me, shirtless, but with his pants around his thighs. We stay like that for a good long while. We might even drift off.

But all things must end eventually.

I stir first, get to my feet, clean myself up with his already soiled t-shirt, then slip my pants back up my legs.

Vic watches me. Not expressionless, even though he’s neither smiling nor frowning. Just… content, I think. To look.

Then I offer him my hand and when he takes it, I pull him into me.

He takes my face in his hands, leans down, and kisses me as he whispers, “Yep.”

I can’t stop the giggle. “What’s that mean?”

“You are just as dirty as I remember.”

“That never happened.”

He sighs, slaps my butt playfully, and says, “You wish. Now I know.”

“Wait. So you were making it up?”

“Do you really not remember that night?”

“Parts of it.” I laugh.

“Which parts?”

“Not singing that song.”

He points at me. “That part is totally true.”

I swat his finger away, also playfully. Then we both sigh and head back towards the truck.

“I like your place, Vic.”

“Yeah? Which part?”

I stop and turn back around. Then I climb onto a rock so I can see it properly. “Well.” I point to another outcropping that leads to a little gully. “The house for one. It’s in the perfect spot because it’s three stories tall, but the lowest level is actually the bottom of the gully.”

“I love that level,” Vic says. “That’s the man cave. I got a nice-ass pool table in there.”

“Well, I have a room down there too.”

“Do you?”

Shit. Why did I just say that? I don’t know, but it feels right. “Yeah. I have…” I pause to think. “I have… shit, I have no idea.” I look at him. “I don’t think I have any hobbies.”

“No? Well, pool isn’t exactly a hobby. It’s just what I like to do sometimes.”

“Hmm. What do I like to do sometimes?”

“I don’t know, Daisy. What do you like to do?”

And this is very fucking sad. Because I don’t have an answer for that. I haven’t had time to think about things like hobbies in so long, I forgot that people do things for fun.

Vic moves closer to me and puts his arm loosely around my shoulder. “Skip that pointless room. What else do you like about the land?”

“Well.” I look around again. “I like that part over there. With that circle of trees. You should put a greenhouse out there.”

“Like for a garden?”

“Yeah.” I nod. “I used to have a garden. Not for a while now, but when I was Vivi’s age that was always my 4-H project. That and dairy calves, obviously.”

Vic snaps his finger in the direction of the imaginary greenhouse. “It shall be so.” Then he says, “Oh. Come with me. I have something we can look at.” He takes my hand and leads me back to the truck. I get in and scoot over, but he fishes around behind the driver’s seat for a moment and comes up with a magazine. “Here. Look at this.”

“What is it?” I take it and look at the cover.

“House plans.”

“You’re really serious about this place.”

“Fuck yeah, I am. I think I’ll put in an offer.”

“How much is two hundred acres?”

“Not as much as you think. Not out here. If it were up in Bellvue, then forget it. That would be nearly ten million dollars, which is too rich for my blood. But I’m no Spencer Shrike, so whatever. I like it out here. I like that you can see every fucking mountain peak.” He points down south and then his arm sweeps across the front range until he’s pointing north. “I like the sky. It’s endless. I like the people. They give no fucks and want to be left alone. Even the sheriff is cool. I used to date her back in high school. And I like the grass. It’s…”

“Ugly.” I laugh.

“So fucking ugly, it’s gorgeous.” He sighs, then turns to me and points to the magazine. “Wanna see the one I like?”

I nod and when he takes the book and starts flipping through well-worn pages of house plans, I actually get a little fluttery feeling of excitement. “Should I be worried about the sheriff?”

He chuckles, but doesn’t look at me. “Nah, Daisy. I mean, I freely admit that ninety-nine percent of my ex-girlfriends are crazy. Almost all of them have the ability to take insane to a whole new level, but this one? She settled down decades ago. She used to work for the Fort Collins PD, but they’re fucking corrupt. She and her old man moved east.”

“Ah. So that’s why you want to move east? A do-over?”

“Why not, right? That town hates me. Fuck Larimer County, too. I’m really not that high-maintenance. I haven’t been arrested in like ten years.” He pauses to thrust the magazine at me. Then he taps the page. “There. I like that one.”

I look down at the drawing of the house. It’s a farmhouse. “Five bedrooms?” I look up at him, surprised. “Why five bedrooms?”

“Well, before last Sunday night, it was just a hypothetical. But now…” He shrugs. “I can see it, Daisy.”

“Kids?”

“I could be Spencer. Not rich, like Spencer, but I could have that life on my own terms. With my own pack of princesses.”

“Hmm.” I look back down at the house and start picturing bedrooms. Which is stupid. He’s not saying he wants this with—

“With you, of course.”

“Me?” I laugh. “You’ve known me for four days.”

“Wrong. I’ve known you for seven years. And here’s something for you to think about—I mean, maybe you were right to take off.”

“What?”

“Yeah.” He sighs and looks out his window, spends a few moments in thought, then turns back to me. “I was… whatever. A different guy back then. But you had me all excited, Daisy. I was really bummed when I found out your number was gone.”

“Sorry.”

“Things happen for a reason. So I can only assume you and I both needed our time apart so when we got here”—he points downward—“we’d be ready.”

“What are we ready for?” I ask, my voice low. And I’m almost afraid to ask, because I am getting my hopes up.

He holds up the magazine. “This. And that.” He points to the land.

I just stare at him for a moment. Wondering if this is real.

“You think it’s dumb.”

“What? No. I think it sounds like a dream, but I certainly don’t think it’s dumb.”

He turns the key in the ignition and nods, smiling to himself. “This is my plan. And I wanted you to know about it.” He looks over at me as he puts the truck in gear. “Just in case you’d like to go on this ride with me.”

There is no possible way for me to stop the smile. “You know what happened to my farm?”

Vic is just about to pull back onto the road, but he stops. “What do you mean? You sold it.”

“I did. But it’s worse than that. It’s gone. They just… bulldozed it. The house, the barns. All of it is gone. They parceled the land and now they’re building a subdivision.”

“Oh, fuck.” His frown is real and deep. “Shit, I’m so sorry, Daisy.”

“It devastated me. I drove by about two months ago. I had been doing that since we moved because I didn’t want to sell it. I had to. But there’s an old silo across the road. So I’d just pull in there and sit and look at my old home. Watching it go wild because no one moved in. And I went out there after the spring semester was over and it was just… gone. All of it just wiped away, like it never existed.” I sigh. “I haven’t told Vivi yet.”

“Don’t tell her.”

“She’s gonna find out one day.”

Vic shakes his head. “No. She’s not.” Then he really does pull out onto the road. We’re quiet for a few minutes and I’m kicking myself for ruining our good mood, but then Vic says, “Which bedroom do you think Vivi would like?”

And then I fall back into his dream world of two hundred acres and a farmhouse.

It’s an easy fall, too.

Way too easy a fall.