Whipped (Hitched, #2)

My phone rings, and I wake. Come on. You don't call people this early. I mean it's only… oh, it's three in the afternoon. Give me a break. I had a late show last night.

I sit up in bed, sheets falling off my body, and look around. Vi is already gone to work, probably about seven hours ago. She was asleep when I got home last night. These hours suck for us both sometimes, but soon we'll have a schedule that matches. I'm looking forward to that.

My phone rings again and I remember why I'm even awake at all right now and check the caller ID. It's Mrs. Wallace. She must have looked over the revised proposal. I sent it months ago and have been on pins and needles waiting, but didn't want to appear overeager. Shit has to happen soon, though. My contract is nearly up and I have to make a decision. My stomach turns. I take deep breaths.

"Hello."

"Hello, Mr. Pierce. Tell me, did you understand our last conversation?"

I swallow, and it feels like I'm swallowing a rock. "Yes."

"Oh, then perhaps you need to brush up on your math, because this center is still a waste of resources."

I squeeze the phone. "The center will do exactly what it's supposed to."

"Except make money." She sighs. "I'm sorry, but I can't invest in your business. Good luck, Mr.—"

"Wait. Wait—"

The line goes dead. The conversation is over. My funding is gone.

I sit there, unable to fully grasp what just happened. I've been working on this deal for months. I've busted my ass, kissed other people's asses, done everything I could to make this dream real… and it all just disappeared because of one phone call. I realize my hand is gripping the phone so hard I might break it, so I put it down and take a few deep breaths to calm myself.

This is for the best. It has to be.

And maybe I'll eventually believe that.

I hear our front door open, which snaps me out of my pity party. I pull on a pair of jeans and walk into the living room. Vi's holding two paper cups. Her hair's up in a twist. "Brought you coffee, sleepy head."

"Thanks. No work?" I ask as I accept the cup and take a yummy sip.

"I opened. Zoe is closing." She tilts her head and frowns. "You okay? You seem… off."

I take another sip of my coffee and my head clears a bit, senses sharpening. Maybe it's just the placebo effect, but it works. I notice Vi's red shirt, tight over her breasts. I notice her shorts and her smooth legs. I take her coffee and set both down. I don't think. I act.

I wrap my arms around her. I kiss her. I push her back. I pin her against the door.

She moans. "Want to go to the bedroom?"

I bite on her neck. "No."

"The floor?"

"No. I need you now, Vi. I need my cock inside you." I unzip my pants and slip on a condom. I pull down her shorts and panties, and lift her up against the door. She wraps her legs around me.

And I slam my cock inside her. She feels soft and warm, and I need more. I start to pound her hard and fast, her back thudding against the door with each thrust. She runs her nails down my shoulders. She grabs my ass and pulls me closer, deeper. "Lachlan," she pants, her words made staccato by my movements, "don't stop."

I'm not about to. I have a hunger in me, and only Vi can quench it. "Where next? The floor? The couch?"

She bites her lip. "No. Don't stop."

"I won't." I swing away from the door, still holding her on my cock, and walk over to the couch. I drop her down on the cushions and pull her feet over my shoulders. She slips up her shirt, exposing her hard nipples. Fuck, she looks beautiful spread out before me. I start moving my cock again, more slowly this time, enjoying the view, enjoying the firm grip of her pussy.

She squeezes her tits together, playing with them. "Impressive," she says. "But you've slowed down. Getting tired?"

I ram my cock inside her so hard she screams.

"Not even close." I pound her deeper, harder, faster, running my hand through her hair. I tug on it, gently at first. Then harder. She gasps, and I know she's close to coming. I speed up.

"Lachlan, fuck, your cock feels so good." Her pussy tightens, and she trembles with ecstasy in my arms. When she comes, we both cry out in pleasure. It's amazing. I'm not done.

I lift her up again and carry her to the kitchen table. She lays down flat over our shared puzzle. I spread her legs further than before, and slide my cock deep inside her. I feel her taking me in completely.

"Fuck, Lachlan. You feel so fucking huge."

This position does that. "I need you to feel all of me, Vi. I need you to understand how much I love your pussy. How much I need it."

"Yes. Show me."