Текст книги "Thief"

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Chapter Fifteen

“So you coach children’s basketball every Sunday?” I ask him the next day. After spending the night in his arms, we went out for breakfast, and now I’m cooking us lunch at my house. Dash is telling me about his team of children, aged ten to twelve, who he coaches every week. “So you didn’t give up basketball entirely then. That’s amazing, Dash.”

“Yeah, every Sunday morning,” he says, his face lighting up. “You should see these kids, Vi. They’re awesome.”

“I’d love to come to a game one day,” I say, happily inviting myself.

“You can come tomorrow if you like,” he says, taking my hand in his. “I’d love that.”

“Really?” I ask, stirring the pasta sauce. “That would be cool.”

“How often do you see your parents?” he asks me, checking the garlic bread in the oven. “You haven’t really spoken about them.”

“I see them on holidays,” I explain. “They live about a five-hour drive out of the city now, in a small country town down south. How about you and your mum?”

He pauses, closing the oven. “She passed away about two years ago.”

I turn to him, letting go of the spoon and instinctively taking a step toward him. “I had no idea. I’m so sorry, Dash.”

I hug him, resting my cheek against his chest. “I wish I could have been there for you.”

“It’s funny you say that,” he says, arms around me. “Because when she got cancer and when she passed, those were both the times I wanted to call you so badly. I almost did, in fact.”

“I wish you had.”

It was on both of us that we let ourselves lose contact, but I kind of feel responsible. I was only thinking of my loss, but everyone else lost Max too. Dash was hurting, and I left him behind as well. I think it was the only way I could deal with the loss of losing my best friend, but now we have a chance to make things right. There’s no point looking back, only forward.

We stay like that for a moment, until the sauce starts bubbling on the stove and I have to move. I feel really miserable Dash lost his mum, especially because his dad isn’t in his life. I almost want to ask about his dad, if he heard from him over the years, but I figure he will tell me if he wants to.

After we have lunch, we put on a movie and get in bed. There is no way either of us is going to concentrate on the movie though, because as soon as we get in bed, we’re all over each other. Dash kisses me slow and deep, his tongue masterfully tangling with mine, his fingers lifting my t-shirt to touch my skin. When his lips touch my neck, I sit up and pull my shirt off. I then take off my bra and panties, all in several seconds, while Dash watches with lust and a hint of amusement.

“Eager, baby?” he says, eyes roaming over my body.

I smile at the endearment and say, “I don’t care what happens. If the phone rings, or if there’s an earthquake, you do not stop.”

He chuckles and starts to undress himself. “Oh, there’ll be an earthquake.”

Too turned on to roll my eyes, I watch as he lays back down on the bed, naked, his cock standing to attention. My mouth waters. Sliding closer to him on my knees, I take his hardness into my hand and stroke him a few times before licking the tip, swirling my tongue around it. I then take as much of him as I can into my mouth, my head bobbing up and down.

“Fuck, Vi,” Dash says in a husky tone that has me squeezing my thighs together. “That feels so good.”

He threads his fingers in my hair and gently pulls, turning me on even more. He slaps the back of my thigh and says, “Sit on my face. I want to taste you.”

I maneuverer my body, straddling his face and lowering myself to him. He grabs my hips and puts his mouth on me, tasting my core. I moan and lean forward, taking his cock deep into my mouth, trying to concentrate, but all I can do is feel his tongue on my clit, bringing me higher and higher. It’s not long before I shatter, moaning around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure hits me. He lifts me off him, rolls me over, and gets on top of me, sliding in with one smooth thrust.

“Are you on the pill?” he asks, looking like he’s struggling to stay still.

“You ask me this after you’re inside of me?”

“Vi,” he growls.

“Yes,” I reply. “I am.”

He thrusts forward and kisses me at the same time, capturing my moan in his mouth.

“You feel fucking perfect,” he says, burying his face in my neck and kissing me there. “Made for me.”

He slides in and out of me, hitting all the right spots and making me want to scream. I don’t know why it feels so intense with him; maybe it’s the angle, or maybe it’s just because it’s him. I don’t know what it is, but it’s better than it’s ever been with anyone else. No one else can compare to Dash. He licks then bites down gently on my nipple, pushing me over the edge into another orgasm. He follows me a few thrusts later, looking me directly in the eyes as he comes inside of me.

“I love being inside you,” he says, breathing heavily.

“I love you being inside of me.”

He kisses my forehead and pulls himself out of me.

“We aren’t leaving this bed all day,” he states, laying back on the bed with his arms folded behind his head. “I’m going to make you come so many times you’re going to forget your own name.”

I kiss his bicep, rolling over so I’m half on top of him. “Stop talking and do it.”

He grins, and then his mouth is back on mine.

*****

“Don’t even look at me like that,” I tell Dash the next morning at breakfast. “Everyone at the basketball game is going to wonder why I’m walking funny.”

Dash just looks smug. “Tell them yesterday was leg day.”

“I don’t even go to the gym.”

“They don’t know that,” he points out, taking a sip of his coffee. “Do you want me to give you a massage? Or why don’t you have a bath?”

I walk up to him and kiss his chin. “I’m fine, just a little sore. I just like complaining.”

His lip twitches then he leans forward to kiss the tip of my nose. “I know. I also like the thought of you still being able to feel me. It’s going to turn me on like fucking crazy every time I think about it.”

“Probably not appropriate when coaching,” I tease.

“Definitely not appropriate.”

“Dash?”

“Yeah, Vi?”

“I hope you don’t think we’re having sex tonight.”

His evil grin makes me pause and narrow my eyes. He shrugs. “I can just go down on you.”

I tilt my head to the side. “That’s compromising at its best.”

“I’m all about making you happy,” he says, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Are you ready to go to the game?”

I nod. “Ready.”

A long kiss, and then we leave, hand-in-hand.

Chapter Sixteen

Viola

I’m walking through the shopping centre the next day when I see him.

I stop in my tracks.

My heart climbs in my throat.

Forcing my feet to move, I walk up to where he’s standing, behind the counter of the retail store. I watch him talk with a customer, smile, and give her change to her. I can’t look away, even though I know he’s going to wonder why I’m staring at him if he looks in my direction. I browse through the store, stealing glimpses of him whenever I can. I choose a few items to buy, and go and stand in front of him to pay.

“Just these today?” he asks, smiling a friendly grin. His brown eyes are warm and kind.

“Yes, please,” I manage to get out.

He scans the items. “That will be eighty dollars.”

I hand him two fifty-dollar notes, and then he gives me my change.

“Thank you, have a good day.”

“You too,” I reply, forcing a smile.

I leave the shopping centre in a daze.

*****

Dash

“What do you want Vanessa?” I ask her, at my complete fucking wit’s end.

“I’m not going to get what I want, so there’s no point talking about it, is there?” she sniffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Then why are you here? You can’t just show up at my work. This is getting fucking ridiculous, Vanessa,” I growl, rubbing my hands with a cloth.

“You wouldn’t pick up any of my calls.”

“So maybe take the hint,” I say, throwing the cloth on top of the car I’m working on.

“If I did to you what you did to me, you’d be pissed too,” she fires back. “Sheets weren’t even cold before you had a new bitch between them.”

“Don’t ever call Vi a bitch again, Vanessa,” I say in a cold, hard tone. “This is your first and only warning, and you won’t like what I do if I hear you badmouth her again.”

“Fine,” she snarls, her face pinched.

“You knew what this was,” I say for the millionth time. “We fucking spoke about it, Vanessa. So you need to let it go. I get that what I did was fucked up, but you need to move on. There are so many other men out there for you.”

In all honestly, the only reason she wants me is because she now knows she can’t have me. Because she was dumped. I don’t know if it’s an ego thing or what, but she needs to let it the fuck go. I wish I never fucked with her to begin with. The reason I thought we could work at the start was because she acted so fine with the situation, but she obviously played me, telling me what I wanted to hear. I can’t stand women like her, with their mind games, schemes, and ulterior motives.

“I didn’t know I’d start to feel so much for you,” she says, looking away. “Or that we’d be ending so soon, just because you—”

“None of this matters anymore,” I tell her. “Move on, Vanessa. Leave me alone. I’m hanging on by a thread with your bullshit, and my patience is about to expire.”

“Dash,” she says, her voice catching. “I just don’t see how you don’t get it. We’re perfect for each other. You can’t just throw me away when you find something shinier.”

I shut my eyes and pray for patience.

“You need to leave,” I say in a stern tone. “And don’t fucking show up at my house or work again.”

“Why are you being so mean?” she asks, lip quivering.

I inhale and exhale slowly. How can someone be so…desperate?

“Bye, Vanessa,” I say, walking away and leaving her standing there.

Some people just can’t take a hint.

*****

“Look at you, all smiling and shit,” Xander says, smirking at me.

“I know, right?” Summer adds, chewing on a carrot stick. “He’s like…glowing.”

“Can you two cut it out?” I groan, looking between the brother and sister. “Yes, I’m fucking happy. Now stop giving me a hard time about it.”

“I don’t think we’ve seen those dimples so much…ever,” Summer continues, as if I hadn’t spoken. “Vi must have strawberry flavoured nipples.”

I throw Summer a look. “You need to stop.”

Xander chuckles.

Reid sits down at the table and eyes the snack selection before grabbing a chip and coating it in dip. “When will the real food be ready?”

“It’s already ready. These are just the snacks while we’re waiting for everyone to arrive.”

Reid stands and goes into the kitchen, probably to find some ‘real food’. Ryan and Tag arrive, sitting down and shovelling food into their mouths as soon as their asses hit the chairs. Summer brings some beer out, and we all move to the couch and put on a footy game. She wanted us all to get together, the original group, to spend some time together. I thought the idea was sweet, and it’s really nice to have everyone together for some quality time. It reminds me of the old days, back when Reid was fighting in MMA and Summer just moved here without really knowing anyone. I look over at her and smile. She smiles back and turns to watch the TV screen.

“So I hear Dash is in love,” Tag says when everyone goes silent.

I throw a pillow at his head. “How can you all give me shit, when I was the last one to hold out? I was the last man standing until recently.”

The men all go quiet and Summer bursts out laughing. “Reid was the first to fall. Are you calling my man weak, Dash? Because he taught me some new MMA moves, and I will take you down.”

Ryan starts singing ‘Take You Down’ by Chris Brown. I think he’s been hanging out with Summer too much, because she’s a big fan of that type of music.

Reid smirks as he watches Summer, amused by her antics. “She could probably take you all down.”

We have dinner and help Summer clean up before leaving. I drive straight to Viola’s, already missing her. Is this what it’s like for the men every day? Missing their women, wanting to be with them?

How the fuck do they get anything done?

I’m contemplating this as I knock on her door. She opens it in a black silk robe, which has me hardening at just the glimpse of her.

“Hey, how was dinner?” she asks, smiling wide.

I step through the door, shut it behind myself, and lift her in my arms, throwing her over my shoulder. “Dinner was good, but now it’s time for dessert.”

Chapter Seventeen

Viola

I went back to his store for the third time in a week.

I sound fucking crazy…I know. But the guy who works there looks so much like Max it’s uncanny.

Same brown hair and brown eyes. Same build.

I know it’s not him, obviously, but fuck. It’s eerie being around him, yet I can’t seem to stay away.

I get off the phone with my parents then finish getting ready as I wait for Dash to come and pick me up. Tonight, we’re going out to dinner at a new restaurant that just opened, followed by some vintage car show Dash has been dying to go see. I’m just applying my mascara when he walks into the bathroom and whistles. “You look amazing, Vi.”

I’m wearing a black maxi dress that moulds to my figure, and my hair is down and dead-straight, parted in the middle and framing my face. I contoured my cheekbones and brushed on a little bronzer, finishing with a bold red lip and the mascara I’m applying.

“Thank you,” I say, smiling widely. “You look pretty fucking sexy yourself.”

He comes closer and lifts my chin up, staring at my mouth. “I better be able to kiss you. I don’t care how sexy your red lips look; if I can’t kiss you all night, I’m not going to be very fucking happy.”

I peak my tongue out, running it over my bottom lip. “It’s smudge proof, see? You can kiss me as much as you want.”

His lips are on mine just as I finish the sentence. I smile against his lips, my hands wandering over his body.

“We need to leave now, or we won’t leave at all,” I say, sucking on his lower lip. “I just need to grab my bag.”

“Maybe we should just stay home,” he suggests, gaze now on my breasts. “I’ll cook for you here, after I’ve fucked you on the kitchen table, and fuck the car show. I’d rather spend the evening pleasing my woman.”

I put my hands on his chest and push him away. “We can do all that when we come back. Come on. You’re going to regret it if you don’t go,” I say, biting my lower lip. “Besides, making you wait all night,” I throw him my most seductive look, “the sex is going to be even hotter.”

I walk out of the bathroom, leaving him standing there, grab my bag, and wait near the door, so he has no option but to meet me there. He comes to the door, looking both grumpy and amused. I simply grin as he opens the front door and gestures for me to go first. I step outside, keys in my hand. After locking the door, we get into his car and drive to the restaurant. In the car, his hand rests on my thigh, his thumb moving in slow circles. As his hand moves higher up, I glance over at him and lean forward so I can place a kiss on his neck.

“Vi,” he growls.

I move away, shifting in my seat, kind of wishing we’d just had sex before we left the house, because now all I can think of is me laid out on the kitchen table, his head between my legs, and then me bent over said table, him moving behind me.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks in a deep, husky tone. “I know that look on your face.”

“Nothing,” I hedge, looking out the window.

His deep chuckle fills the car.

I squeeze my thighs together and try to think of other things instead of the talented man next to me, except it’s hard to when his presence fills the car.

“You know, I haven’t had you against the wall yet,” he rumbles. “Maybe we should do that tonight too.”

New images fill my mind.

Damn him!

“I think I’d like that,” I mumble, making him chuckle.

“Are you even hungry?”

I am, but not for food.

“Yes,” I reply, dragging the word out.

His hand tightens on my thigh.

“I’ve never have sex against a wall before,” I admit.

“Of course you haven’t,” he says simply. “Because we’ve never done it, so as far as I’m concerned, sex is completely new to you.”

I roll my eyes at his ridiculousness. “And how about you, Dash? Have you done it before?”

Of course he has, but I want to see what he says.

“Not with you, and you’re the only one who matters, so no.”

I look at him with wide eyes. “You can’t make up rules like that! You’ve probably been with heaps of women over the years, plus don’t get me started on how recently you were with another woman.”

“Are you grumpy because you’re turned on but I can’t take care of you right now? Because, for the record, I offered to stay home.”

I tighten my lips and scowl at him. “Don’t change the subject. We’ve both been with other people, and you pretending we haven’t is just silly.”

“Baby,” he says, groaning. “I just don’t want to think about you with another man. That’s it, all right? I don’t like it, so I don’t think about it. Ignorance is bliss.”

I lay my head on his shoulder. “Okay. I’m getting a little hungry now.”

“Good,” he says, kissing the top of my head.

“Food, cars, sex, and spooning,” I say, grinning up at him. “Pretty good line-up, don’t you think?”

“Stop being cute,” he says, changing lanes. “It just makes me want you more.”

“I’ll try.”

“Please do.”

We have a delicious dinner together, and spend an hour at the car show until Dash looks at me and says, “I want to go home. Now.”

I know he wants me from the look in his eye, so we go home, where he fucks me against the wall, and then bends me over the kitchen table.

The man is so good in bed that I don’t care how many women he was with before me. It’s me who benefits from his experience.

And I get more than just his body.

I get everything that is Dash.

*****

A few days later, Dash’s sisters all come over for dinner. I can’t believe how much the twins have grown up, and just how beautiful they’ve become. They’re now eighteen years old and both in uni, living together in a house Dash bought for them. Mari’s dark hair is down her back, just above her butt, while Savannah wears hers in a short, blunt bob. Both styles suit them. Sierra works for a high fashion clothing store and loves life, living with her boyfriend and travelling whenever she can. Jasmine is currently overseas, so is the only one missing.

“So I hear the two of you are going on a little getaway?” Sierra says, looking between us.

“Yeah, just for three nights,” I reply. We booked everything yesterday, plane flights and accommodation, and I can’t wait.

“Sounds fun,” she replies, smirking at her brother.

“I’m so happy the two of you got back together,” Mari says, her bright blue eyes twinkling. “I always loved you, Vi, even as a kid. I remember you looking after us when we were sick once, and at Dash’s basketball games.”

“And I remember you teaching me about girl code at the age of nine,” I tease, making her and Savanah laugh.

Dash wraps his arm around me and says, “I overheard the twins talking one day, about how I needed to ask Vi out and they thought I needed help because I hadn’t made a move, but they couldn’t talk to me about it, because of the girl code.”

We all share a laugh at that.

“That was the moment I knew I had to get off my ass and ask you out though,” he says, watching me and smiling fondly. “So maybe I owe the twins a thank you.”

The girls share a look, and then Mari guilty admits, “Actually, we kind of knew you were there.”

“We wanted you to hear,” Savannah adds, smirking. “You had to go after her. Sierra told us Jamie Derrick was going to ask her out, and we didn’t want her with anyone else except you.”

“Yeah, a few guys had their eye on Viola, but they were scared to ask her out, because of Max and Dash,” Sierra says, playing with the hoops in her ears. “I had no idea you would use that information to manipulate Dash though.” She pauses and nods, looking impressed. “At age nine…not bad, girls.”

“We’ve always been schemers,” Mari admits, high-fiving her sister. “Schemers for life.”

Dash groans and shakes his head. “My sisters.”

“You love us,” Mari says, blowing Dash a kiss.

“You do,” Savannah chimes in.

“He does,” Sierra agrees.

I look around the room and just feel so happy. I can’t even express how much.

“You guys have to come over every week,” I blurt out.

They agree.

And Dash gives me a look that I feel right in my bones.

The softest, most tender look I’ve ever received from him before.

A look that tells me without words that he loves me.

A look that makes today one of the best days of my life.