The Same Last Name

A/N Same as before. Enjoy! Oh, and it's gonna get a lot warmer...just saying!


Chapter 11

The bonfire was blazing, and everyone gathered around it. Someone had brought a guitar with them, so the group was singing campfire songs.

Several feet away, hidden behind some thick trees, Vincent and Catherine were kissing passionately. His hands were caressing her breasts, molding and shaping. Catherine moaned into his mouth, her hands playing along the muscles in his back. He ground his erection against her, causing Catherine to pull him tighter.

They sank to the sand, and Vincent sucked on her neck, nipping gently. Catherine arched her neck, giving him better access. He growled, and pressed her deeper into the sand.

Coming up for air, they stared at each other, panting.

"Are we crazy? God, we are acting like a couple of horny teenagers," Vincent panted. Catherine chuckled.

"I know," she agreed. Vincent laughed and played with the strap of her dress. Then, he sighed.

"Sex was never the problem. In that arena, we've always been compatible."

Catherine's eyes became troubled. "It was everything else that we had problems with."

"Catherine, what I said before, it's the truth. I do want you. I've always wanted you. You have always been such a kind, beautiful, caring person. I don't want you to think I'm just using you for sex. I genuinely enjoy your company. I guess I forgot what it was like to be around you. I've missed it. I've missed you..." Vincent confessed.

"I've missed you too. I should never have disappeared like that. I should have left a note or something. I was just so young and immature. I thought a clean break would make your life easier. I thought you could move on better that way."

"I've never really moved on," Vincent mumbled. Catherine was shocked. Quickly, he explained his statement. "I hurt you so badly. I've tried to get over that, but I can't seem to. Catherine, everything that happened before us and between us molded us, made us who we are now. If those events had never happened, we never would have met. You would have gone to College, met someone else, had a family. I ruined your life."

Catherine cupped his cheeks. Pulling him close, she said, "No, you didn't. My life was never perfect. My mother was sick for months, and never told us. If she had, maybe losing her wouldn't have made my father start drinking. My life was already ruined when we met. I know you think you made me miserable, but you didn't. Yes, maybe I felt unloved, but I knew that when we married. Our life together, however brief, actually helped me. I have a job that I love. I have great friends. And because of all that, I got to see you again. Maybe this is a way for the two of us to get the forgiveness we so obviously need. Maybe it's fate that we met again."

Vincent smiled and kissed her gently. "I've never met another woman like you, ever. You are one of a kind."

"Well, I can say the same for you. I've never met another man like you, either."

"I've been thinking about something. I know it's crazy, but, hear me out. I want you to come back to New York City with me when we leave. I want you to move back in with me."

Catherine stared at him. "New York City?"

"I know, I know. You have a life here. I get that. But, I want you back in my life. Do you feel the same?"

"Well, yes. What would happen though? Would we be friends, friends with benefits? What if I meet someone, or you do? How would we explain our living arrangement? "Hi, this is my ex-husband, but we still hook up occasionally. Would that be a problem?" Catherine said, as if she were talking to a new boyfriend.

Vincent sighed. "Yeah, you're right. It's a dumb idea. I just...don't want to lose you again," he confessed.

"We can call each other, or e-mail. There's Skype, too," Catherine said. Vincent nodded. He mumbled something, but it was hard to hear. It sounded like he said, "Maybe I want more," but she had to be wrong. He didn't love her. She knew that.

They became aware that the beach had become silent. They had been so engrossed in their conversation and each other that they hadn't noticed the others had left the beach.

Standing up, they brushed the sand off their clothes. Walking back to the spa, they held hands. Vincent was strangely quiet. He walked her to her apartment. At her door, her kissed her.

"Do you want to come in?" Catherine asked. Vincent shook his head.

"I can't. If I do, I may never leave," he told her quietly.

"I know..."

Vincent met her eyes. "Before we go any farther, I have one more confession to make."

"And that is..."

He pulled her close, and rested his forehead against hers. "This isn't just an affair to me. It isn't just sex. It means more to me. You mean more to me..."

"Vincent...make love to me."

Opening her door, they stepped inside. The click of the lock sounded.


Taking his hand, Catherine lead him to the bedroom. He pulled her closer, kissing her gently. His hands wrapped around her, and Catherine heard the zipper of her dress being lowered. Her dress pooled at her feet. She kicked off her sandles. Vincent pulled back, and took her in. She stood before him in silk panties and nothing else. His jeans got tighter.

Reaching toward him, she grabbed the hem of his shirt, and tugged upward. He pulled it over his head in one movement. His hands went to his belt. Catherine stopped him. "Let me," she whispered. Swiftly, she undid the belt and reached for the button at his waist. Popping the button, she pulled down the zipper at his fly. Catherine pulled his jeans down, and he kicked out of them. He kicked off his shoes at the same time. His boxer briefs tented outward.

Picking her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Their chests crushed together, their mouths fusing. Gently, he laid her back on her bed, his body following her down. Hands explored and caressed hot flesh.

His hands trailed down, catching the waistband of her panties. She lifted her hips, and he pulled them down. Her hands landed on his waist, and she pushed his boxer briefs down, his strong erection springing up.

Vincent kissed and caressed her heated body. He suckled at her breasts, as she fisted handfuls of his hair. One of his hands strayed downward, and Catherine felt his fingers playing at the folds of her entrance. One of his fingers slipped inside. Catherine arched upward, gasping, and Vincent smiled against her skin.

He moved his finger in and out, mimicking what he wanted his body to be doing. Adding a second finger, Catherine moaned and said," Faster, Vincent...faster..."

His fingers moved faster, getting coated by her juices. He flicked her little nub, and Catherine cried out, "Vincent!" as he felt her contract around his fingers. Withdrawing his fingers, he placed them in his mouth, tasting the sweet nectar. Catherine panted, and watched him through passion filled eyes.

"Now, Vincent. I need you now..."

Climbing her body, Vincent settled himself at her entrance and pushed inside with one smooth thrust. Both of them sighed at the contact. He moved slowly, wanting this session to last as long as possible. Catherine pulled him close, her hands grasping his ass. He felt her nails dig in, but he didn't care. He gave up on slow, and started thrusting harder.

Their breathing grew faster and their bodies grew slicker. Harder and harder, Vincent thrust inside her, making her writhe and moan. He felt her walls contracting again, and heard her cry his name again. "Vincent, I'm coming..."

He felt his own orgasm racing toward him, and sped up even more. Within seconds, he groaned out, "Catherine..." and his hot cum shot into her, her walls milking him dry. He collapsed on her, his body depleted. Catherine sighed under him, and ran her fingernails along his back. He pulled up to look into her eyes. She gazed back at him and smiled.

Pulling out, he pulled her toward him. They covered themselves with a light blanket, and closed their eyes, drifting to sleep within minutes of each other.


A/N So, Vincent wants her to move back to NYC? Hmmmmm...what could that possibly mean? Review!