“Because I’m not foolish enough to believe anything those fuckers tell me. You remember that child’s fable about the scorpion and the frog?”
“Yeah. The frog agrees to give the scorpion a ride across the river in exchange for the scorpion not stinging him, and the scorpion agrees, but then stings him anyway and they both die.”
Vincent nodded. “And the frog asks the scorpion why he did it and he says, ‘Because it’s my nature.’”
He fell silent, so I said, “You think they’ll keep coming after you. That they can’t help themselves.”
“I’ve built up enough relationships that I’ve got most guys running scared who will do their best to ensure I’m left alone, but there will always be that asshole who doesn’t like knowing I’m out there…that with a few words I can take him and everyone around him down. Add in the guys who want revenge for the loved ones I took out over the years, and there’s always someone waiting for that moment whenThe Ghostexposes a vulnerable spot.”
I nodded as things began to make more sense. “I’m a vulnerable spot,” I murmured.
Vincent’s hand came up to clasp my neck so he could force my eyes up. “Baby, you’re not a spot – you’re my goddamn jugular.”
I wanted to cry, because while his words were proof that he was getting in as deep into this thing as me, he’d also sealed our fate. Being with me would put him at risk. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but there’d come a time when the next guy would come along and use me to get to him.
“When was the last time…that someone tried?” I asked.
“Three years ago.”
“But you’re…you’re out of the business?” I asked.
“I’ve been out for more than ten years. I have good relationships with a few guys that I’ll help out once in a while if they need it.”
“Like who?”
“Director of the FBI. Head of the NSA…that’s on account of Everett.”
“So Everett knows about you?”
“He does. He’s helped get the word out as much as he can that I’m off limits. He also has enough contacts that he can help me out on occasion – like getting your house cleaned up without a lot of questions after we left that night. He also hooked me up with Ronan, who’s the one who asked me to take your case.”
“I thought Beck’s uncle was the one who asked you.”
Vincent shook his head. “Beck’s uncle and his father are friendswith Ronan, but I didn’t know that going into all this. I ran into Dom by chance when I was meeting with Ronan and one of his men. Dom told me about Beck. He was the reason I agreed.”
“You didn’t initially want to do it?” I asked.
Vincent smiled. “Let’s just say I wasn’t your biggest fan when Ronan told me what you did for a living.”
I chuckled. “And now?”
Vincent’s expression turned serious as he held my gaze. “Definitely a fan,” he whispered, and then he was pulling me forward for a long, sweet kiss. When he tried to pull back, I followed until I was straddling his lap.
I grabbed his face to make sure he was focused on me when I said, “Thank you for telling me. Doesn’t change a thing,” I said softly. “But thank you for trusting me.”
Vincent nodded and then he was kissing me again. His hands drifted down my ass so he could grind our cocks together. It was a struggle to stop kissing him long enough for him to get my shirt off. It wasn’t until his hand snaked down my pants and gripped my cock that I tore my mouth from his and let out a guttural groan. He gave me several long strokes that had me bucking against his hand. My breath was coming in hard pants as I said, “Do you…do you have anything?”
I hoped like hell he knew what I was talking about, because I couldn’t get the damn thought out beyond those few words.
“Uh-huh,” he murmured against my mouth. “Pants off,” he ordered as he pulled his wallet out of his jeans and began rifling through it.
I stumbled to my feet and practically ripped my pants off. By the time I’d kicked them aside, he had his pants shoved down his hips and he was lubing up his dick. I waited for him to tell me what position he wanted me in, but when he snagged my wrist and dragged me back down onto his lap, I lost all train of thought. His slick dick rubbed up against mine and then his hand was there.
“Lift up a little,” he said. I used my knees to lift off him and let out a hoarse moan when his finger found my hole. I braced my hands on his shoulders as he pressed his finger inside of me in oneswift move, and as he finger-fucked me, I tried grinding my erection against his body.
Then his dick was there and he was urging me back down. It wasn’t until his crown nudged up against my hole that I realized he was going to take me just like this – with me straddling him.
Riding him.
