Vince

Cherry Top

I swallowed hard, trying to assess what exactly he meant, "You mean, like, experimenting?"

"Unless you don't want to," Vince said, his fingers trailing down my thigh.

"No," I paused, "I do."

"Are you nervous?" He asked.

"Should I be?"

Vince smiled, "I can't tell yet."

My jaw dropped, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Vince grabbed my thigh roughly and pulled it over his leg, connecting our hips in a breathtaking way. The motion caused me to place my hands on his chest, feeling the hard muscle underneath. He grabbed my lower lip between his teeth and pulled it.

"You're going to need a safe word," Vince said as he let go of my lip.

I drew in a sharp breath and struggled to remember any words at all.

"What are you going to do to me?" I asked.

"Everything."

Vince kissed my cheek, right on the bruise that had just started healing.

"Anything."

He brought his lips to my jaw and left a kiss there.

"Whatever you want."

His lips found my neck, his teeth biting at the skin. I was jelly under his touch, fighting to remember my own name. Without much thought, I pushed him away, deciding to be an asshole just because I could.

I reminded him, "The doctor said no."

Vince pulled back completely, "You're right."

I had expected him to protest and instead, it blew up in my face. I huffed out a breath and decided to give up. I relaxed into his large arms.

"Can I talk to you about something?" I asked.

"Yeah. Anything," Vince said without hesitation.

"I think I might talk to my parents. I don't know what I want to do yet, I just want to know what you think."

Vince thought for a moment, "Why would you?"

"I don't really know. I spent years trying to fix our relationship and it never worked. My parents are just broken people. I guess I just want to see if they've changed."

Vince kissed my forehead and I closed my eyes, desperately wanting to also shut my mouth.

"I want to know why you like me," I blurt.

"Rhia, it's impossible not to. You care so damn much and you're easily the most stubborn person I've ever met. Also, you're effortlessly beautiful." Vince moved a stray hair out of my face.

"Yeah, but I'm sure there are plenty of other people like that too. I want to know why you're wasting your time on me when I've been pushing you away." I pointed my gaze anywhere but at Vince.

Vince didn't skip a beat, "I've met a lot of people with those traits and none of them have connected with me like you have. It's you, who you are, everything about you that makes me want to be with you. Also, why are you pushing me away?"

I shut my eyes tightly, "I don't want to be like one of the women you record with."

"I don't understand."

I felt my throat tighten and I fought to keep the emotions back, "Your videos. You always pick the unexpected woman, someone who doesn't look like a pornstar. It's like you romanticize that they're special because you picked them, since you're so far out of their league."