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Vince had figured it out. It had taken him a while, but he'd finally figured out.
She was evil.
Rae was torturing him. On purpose. She had to know what she was doing to him.
He watched her stretch out of the corner of his eye, and nearly groaned aloud at the smooth expanse of golden skin. She was lying back in the sun, her red board shorts and bikini top revealing way more skin than she should be allowed.
At first, he'd thought a day at the beach with the Team sounded like a great idea, a chance to get away from the pressure of getting the garage back on track. But he was seriously regretting it now. He had been since the second she'd taken of her baggy sweatshirt and revealed her beachwear.
He'd been able to keep his distance most of the day, but when she'd left Bella to play with Mia and Vivian, and laid out her beach towel a few feet away from him, he hadn't been able to avoid her. They'd chatted for a few minutes and he'd tried not to stare as she settled herself and smoothed sun lotion over her bared flesh.
He couldn't seem to walk away though, so he had to satisfy him self with catch glimpses of her when she wasn't looking. Letting his eyes slide up and down those long, tan legs, he imaging them wrapped around his waist as he pounded into her, imagined her begging him to fuck her harder.
"Vince, will you do me?"
He just about feel of his chair when she spoke, and it took him a second to remember where they were. His dark eyes snapping to her face, he breathed a silent sigh of relief when he saw her eyes were still closed behind her sunglasses. But unless she'd suddenly turned psychic, he had no clue what she was talking about.
"Do what to you?" he asked, swallowing hard and praying she'd answer the way she'd been dreaming of only a few seconds ago.
"My back," she said, and he felt the expected twinge of disappointment. "I need to turn over in a sec, and I need someone to put lotion on my back so I don't burn." She shrugged, still not opening her eyes to the glare of the sun. "I don't want to bug the others while they're have fun. Plus, I'm comfy," she added with a fake pout.
He couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him, despite the distracting thought of having an excuse to smooth his hands over the tanned expanse of her back.
"Fine, where's the goop?" he asked gruffly, trying to act like it was some chore rather than the only thing he wanted to be doing at that moment.
Armed with the lotion, he motioned for her to turn over as he kneeled at her side. She swallowed hard, starting to think this was a very bad idea. She hadn't even thought about it at first, it had just sounded like a simple request. But when she had stopped to think about it, about having those big hands, the ones she had dreamed of for all those years touching her all over.
Rolling over, she tried to pretend she didn't feel so exposed to his blue eyed gaze, that her position didn't make her feel like her ass was on display for him. She couldn't breathe.
She jumped when the cool lotion hit her back, escaping the tube with a rude squelch, distracting her somewhat from the buzzing tension. There was one painfully still moment when she thought he was going to chicken out, and leave her with a big glob of SPF on her back.
But then she felt his strong, work-calloused hands on her back, gently smoothing from the dip of her lower back up to the string tie of her bikini. After a moment's hesitation, his fingers dipped lightly beneath the string before retreating and then carrying on over her shoulders.
He massaged the lotion in, and she felt her whole body relax. She turned her head to the side with a happy sigh. He smoothed up and down her back, a slow and soothing rhythm the made her feel lax and boneless. After a few moments his hands disappeared and she heard the squelch of the bottle and then his hands began skimming over the backs of her tattooed arms.
Again his hands disappeared, and again she heard the sound of him getting more lotion to apply of her sun-warmed skin. As soon as she'd asked him to do it for her, she'd known what it would do to her. But since she was never going to get him to touch her like that in real life, she figured she might as well cheat by having a logical, valid reason for him to put his hands on her.
She couldn't deny that they'd had a few 'moments' recently, where their eyes would meet, and she'd suddenly flash back to the memory of what it felt like to have those big, calloused hands hold onto her hips as her moved deep inside her.
But she couldn't do that to Bella. Or Vince. Things were already complicated enough for them, and whenever she finally figured out how to tell Vince, she didn't want an extra layer of complication. And it wouldn't be hard. Vince seem to avoid touching her if he could help it, and anytime they were alone for more than a few minute, he got antsy and made some excuse to leave. Obviously he wanted nothing to do with her either.
"Moma! Moma! Look!" Bella shouted as she ran towards them. It was almost comical how fast Vince jumped away as the little girl ran up to them. Rae was feeling a tad flustered her self, her body still on fire from his touch.
Clearing her suddenly dry throat, she pasted on a smile and turned to see what her daughter was talking about. "What is it sweeti-OH!" she exclaimed as she came face to beady-eyed face with the crab Bella was holding by the back leg. "Well, that's, um...adorable," she tried diplomatically, shooting Vince a glare as he chuckled behind her. "Just be careful of it's claws, baby."
It seem like the moment Rae said the words, the crab decided to go for it. It managed to nip one of Bella's fingers before she dropped it, a look of hurt surprise on her little face before it scrunched up and big, fat tears rolling down her cheeks.
Vince quickly scooped up the scuttling crab, not wanting it near their toes, and strode the water's edge. With one big swing, he tossed the thing far into the ocean, and went back to check the kid wasn't missing a finger or something.
Rae was hugging the kid, wiping away the tears from her red face. "It's okay, baby. Vince made the evil crab go away, it won't hurt you now, it's alright," Rae murmured, checking the kid's small hand.
"She okay?" Vince asked gruffly, frowning.
Rae sighed. "Yeah, she's gonna be fine," she replied. "Aren't you, Munchkin? It's just a little red and sore, that's all."
The kid sniffled a little and nodded, then suddenly came barrelling at Vince, wrapping her little arms around his leg.
"Thank 'ou, Uncle Vince," she said, looking up at him with big, wet, brown eyes. He shifted uncomfortably. No-one had ever accused him of being good with kids, and this one had a habit of getting right in his face.
Oddly, it was Rae that saved him, even though she usually enjoyed watching him squirm. "Leave him be, Ella," she said softly. "And Vince isn't your uncle, remember? How 'bout we go get some ice cream, would that make your owie better?"
"Yay!"
And suddenly, everything was better. The tears stopped, and a beaming smile spread over the kid's face. And Vince was left staring after them, wondering why Rae looked so upset.
The evening had started out well enough. They guys had decided to build a ramp for when Jesse came back, since he'd be in a wheelchair for a while. Even Letty got bored as soon as the guys started arguing over what kind of wood they should use, and the girls had quickly decided to have a girl's night.
They'd all gotten dressed up, and Vivian was assigned as the designated driver. Rae had left Bella in Alex's care, reminding him that he was going to have one of his own to look after soon, so he should welcome the practise. He'd glared at her in turn, but she hadn't missed the happy grin tugging at his lips.
All the girls had dressed up, even Letty was wearing a new leather skirt and tank top. When they walked out the front door, they guys whistled, and more than a few jaws dropped. Rae didn't miss the way Vince's eyes skimmed her body, obviously appreciating her strappy red dress and black high heels. Brian spun Mia around, her white summer dress flowing behind her. He whispered something in her ear loud enough for the rest of them to hear, and Dom's jaw clenched, even though he kept his mouth wisely shut.
They packed into Viv's rental, complaining loudly until she pointed out that as designated driver, she'd be driving home in whoever's car they took. After that, none of them said a word against the silver sedan.
The plan was to hit a few clubs and bars, spend some quality time away from the testosterone. It didn't quite work out that way.
Vivian had to bail early, her 'morning' sickness rearing its head after the first club. So she dropped the girls off at a neighbourhood bar, and headed back to the hotel with the promise that they'd call one of the guys to come and pick them up.
Only it wasn't the girls that called the Fort a couple hours later, looking for a pickup. It was Hector. The girls had picked El Gato Negro to do their drinking, which was good, because the guys there mostly knew well enough to leave them alone.
But by the time Vince got there, the three of them were up on the bar dancing and singing 'D'Yer Maker' at the top of their lungs, and generally having a hoot.
"What the fuck?" Vince demanded as soon as he saw Hector. "Why the hell did you let them drink so much?"
"Hey, man, they ain't that drunk. Well, Letty is, but she got into a tequila shot duel with my man Hernando," he grinned, waving at the big Latino guy passed out in the corner. "Girl can hold her liquor, that's for sure. Mia's a bit of a lightweight, and Rae ain't had that much, they're just havin' fun," he laughed, but backed away hands up in surrender at Vince's expression.
"Vince!" he heard Rae cheer from on top of the bar. "What're you doin' here?" she grinned. She seemed a little tipsy, but she wasn't slurring her words yet, so he figured Hector was telling the truth. He waved awkwardly at the girls, and spoke to Hector out of the side of his mouth.
"You grab Mia, I'll get Letty," Vince said grimly. Letty could be a handful at the best of times, and it was a testament to how smashed she was that she only put up a token struggle as he carried her on his back to the car, Hector following with a giggling Mia.
They got the two girls buckled in the back seat of his car, locking the doors behind them in case they tried to escape. "Thanks for callin' Hector," Vince said gruffly as he made his way back into to retrieve Rae.
"No problem, man," Hector grinned. "We're all one big dysfunctional, fucked-up family."
Vince laughed, but his face fell when he saw Rae standing near the bar, looking slightly peeved as some random guy tried to flirt with her. He moved forwards with balled fists and a glare, but Hector gave him a warning look from the corner.
Right. No trouble. He could handle that. Maybe.
He moved up behind Rae, sliding a hand around her waist to splay over her stomach, leaning down to speak into her ear. "You ready to go, babe?"
He was surprised when she instantly leaned back against him, kissing his bearded cheek with a smile. "Yup," she replied, ignoring the other guy completely, and for some reason that soothed Vince's temper more than fighting ever would have.
"Just let me say bye to Hector," she added, slipping out of his grasp and walking over to Hector's table. Vince couldn't help admire the way her hips moved under the soft red fabric of her dress.
"She your girl?" the other guy asked, a tinge of hope still in his voice.
"Yeah," Vince answered without thinking, glaring the other guy down before meeting Rae at the door.
"Come on," he added gruffly, following her out with a hand on the small of her back. "Let's get you girls home before someone pukes in my car."
He didn't need to worry, however, since Mia and Letty were already passed out in the backseat, Mia's head resting on Letty's shoulder at the older girl snored quietly. Rae sat quietly in the passenger seat, her hand out the window, enjoying the feel of the cool air rushing past.
"Thanks Vince," she said as they turned onto the street, slowing down as they approached the Fort.
He just grunted his reply. "Can you help me get the girls settled? I was the last one up."
"Sure," she said quietly as they pulled in.
They figured it would be better just to get the girls set up on the couches rather than have them wake up their respective boyfriends. Mia murmured in her sleep, groaning when Vince accidentally knocked her head lightly on the doorframe, Rae trying to stifle her giggle. Eventually they got both girls settled, Rae taking off their shoes and getting them comfortable while Vince found them some blankets.
"You want a drink?" he asked in the silence that followed.
"I wouldn't mind a soda, actually," she smiled, and they made their way into the small kitchen.
"I'll drive you back to your hotel if you want," he said quietly, handing her a can.
"Nah, I'd rather crash. I don't want Bella to see mommy tipsy," she laughed softly, sounding perfectly sober.
Shrugging, Vince grabbed himself a beer, figuring if he wasn't driving, he could have one to unwind. God knows he needed to with her around in that dress.
"You're a good ma," he said after a moment.
She smiled sadly at him. "I try to be, but it's hard sometimes, being on my own."
Vince felt his blood boil at her words. "If he ever shows up, I'll kill him," he growled.
"Who?" she asked, and puzzled frown marring her pretty face.
Vince reached out a hand to push back a stray curl from her face. "The guy who knocked you up. I'll kill him for making you go through all this alone." That wasn't the only reason he would kill the guy. Just the thought of some other man putting his greasy hands on his Rae was enough to make him see red.
And for some reason, she found his threat hilarious. She laughed softly, shaking her head at him. "What?" he asked, confused.
"Nothing," she replied, sighing, the laughter still in her eyes.
He just shook his head. He would never understand women, and certainly not this one. "Come on, you can crash in Jesse's room again. I'll get you something to sleep in," he said, his mind desperately trying to drift off to dirty places.
She nodded, grabbing some spare sheets before following him down to the basement. He handed her a clean t-shirt, and sat down to watch some TV as she changed.
As soon as she touched the old t-shirt, she knew it was his, but she didn't say anything, taking in silently and stepping into the small bathroom to change. When she slipped it on, the bottom resting mid-thigh, she took a moment to breath deep, his unique scent still clinging to the fabric despite the strong smell of detergent.
Leaving on only her red lace thong, she folded her clothes and set them down in Jesse's room before joining him on the sofa. She was aware of his gaze every step of the way, but every time she looked over at him, his eyes were solidly fixed on the screen.
Sitting down next to him, she pulled her knees up to her chest and leaned slightly against his shoulder. She knew she was playing with fire, but the slight buzz of alcohol in her system was taking the edge off of all her worries, and suddenly she couldn't think of a single reason not to be alone with him.
Wanting to fill the awkward silence, the searched for something to say. "How's your arm doing?" she asked, referring to the tattoo she'd fixed for him.
"Fine, I guess," was his grumbled reply.
"Lemme see," she demanded, and instead of checking it like a professional, she automatically straddled his lap and pulled up his sleeve, leaning close to see in the dim light. "Looks good," she declared, rolling his sleeve back down.
She didn't move from his lap.
She looked into his eyes for a while, wondering at the darkness in their blue depths. "Thanks for loaning me the t-shirt," she murmured, the warmth from his hands melting into her where they tentatively rested on her hips.
"Not a problem," he rumbled, his voice low. "Although I have to say, it looks better on you."
"It looks even better off me," came her smart-assed reply, slipping out before she'd even thought about what she'd just said.
His eyes widened slightly. "I bet," he whispered, wetting his lips unconsciously.
Her eyes tracked the movement in fascination, and suddenly they were crashing together, lips kissing with bruising force, her fingers tunnelling in his thick brown hair as his big hands gripped her bare ass, pulling her closer. She could feel his erection pressing against her and she groaned, her hips bucking automatically, wanting to feel him inside her again.
His hands slid up under the shirt, his calloused fingers brushing over the bare skin of her back before pulling the fabric off completely. She now sat in his lap in nothing but a red scrap of lace, and she couldn't have cared less.
His head dipped down, his bearded mouth kissing along her neck and collarbone until he could capture one tight little nipple in his hot mouth. The feeling was heady, and she arched back, offering herself to him freely.
He growled against her skin and suddenly she was being lifted into the air, he legs wrapping around his hips automatically as he carried her into his room. Slamming the door shut with his foot, he set her on her middle of his bed, kicking off his boots before blanketing her body with his.
His lips were everywhere, and while she tried to give as much as she got, she always felt behind. Not that she was complaining. His mouth, his tongue, his hands, all worshipped her body, tearing off her panties with ease – yet again.
She bucked of the bed as he sank two thick, talented fingers inside her, still feasting on her breasts. She tugged frantically at his clothes until he final got the message, pulling them off furiously, his lust-filled eyes never leaving her naked, panting body for a second.
Climbing back onto the bed, Vince barked out a surprised laugh when she flipped him over onto his back and straddled him once again, her dripping pussy rubbing over his hard length. He may have been her first all those years ago, but she'd learned a few tricks since then, and she fully intended to show him each and every one.
She took her time kissing him slowly and deeply, her hips moving teasingly against him. She briefly debated whether she wanted to taste him first, but decided that she couldn't wait any longer to have him inside her again. After all, it had been more than three, long years. And she could always do it later.
Rising up, she reached down between them and stroked him before positioning herself over him. In one fluid motion she sat down, impaling herself with a moan, her head tipped back in ecstasy. "God…Vince…"
His heads were on her hips as she began to ride him hard, but soon moved to cup her breasts, his eyes gazing up at her full of passion and heat. She felt her pleasure build, and she tilted her hips grinding her clit against his pubic bone sending her soaring over the edge.
Before she could even gasp out his name again, he flipped her onto her back and began pounding into her hard, his hips moving with such force that he had her gasping with each thrust. This…this was what she missed. No matter how much she liked other guys they never made her feel as utterly…possessed, cared for, needed as Vince did, all the while letting her know with every growl and every thrust just how much he wanted her.
She could only hold on as he moved within her, and she had to bite hard on the corded skin of his neck to silence her screams as she exploded for a second time, feeling him join her with a groan.
Just like their first time, he was still hard inside her. And just like the first time, she knew they were far from over…
