Misguided Vows (Lethal Vows Book 5)

She’s laughing hard, her hand on her chest, as I explain the compromising position my driver Albert, River, Alek, and even Crue found me in. Not that I care about that; it’s her laughter that makes me realize she needs to be punished just in case she plans on trying that stunt again any time soon.

We’re in the back of the car, the driver’s gaze discreetly fixed on the road, as I generously advised and paid him for.

“Did I tell you already how beautiful you look?” I ask, sliding a fraction closer to her. She smiles, those eyes darkening in pure fuckable desire. Everything about this woman oozes sex. I can’t keep away from her.

“Thank you.” She takes my hand and guides it under her dress and between her legs. “Since you went through such an ordeal, it’s only right that I reward you. Just a taste to appease you until you can prove what a good boy you can be.” She winks, and, fuck, my cock goes rock hard, pressing uncomfortably against my pants. It was already hard when I first saw her tonight, and I had to think about dead dogs in order to not get a full-on boner in front of her mother.

“Oh, I’ll be the best-behaved boy you’ve ever seen,” I say, sliding my hand all the way up her dress to find her wearing no underwear.

Fuck. Me.

She’s watching me carefully, and I lean in because I can’t help myself around her. I kiss those fuckable lips that tease me without her even doing anything. I’m so wrapped up in her that I don’t even know how I’m going to willingly let her return to London. I wanted her out of my system, but now I’ve had a taste, and cut off a job simply for her, I’m not sure when I’ll be satisfied.

She tastes like peppermint and all the bad things I want to devour in this world.

Her being the main one.

Her lips part for my tongue, and her legs open wider to allow me whatever access I want as I touch her folds, sliding my fingers over her clit and rubbing it slowly.

She lets out a soft moan, and I can’t help but slip my fingers straight into her while still rubbing her clit. She stops kissing me, but I can’t stop kissing her. Even though I know she’s concentrating on where my hand is, I still can’t stop kissing her.

The car slows down, and I reluctantly remove my fingers. She moans at the loss of my touch and her eyes open again.

“I guess we’ll have to finish this later, love,” I say as the car comes to a complete stop.

She smirks as she adjusts herself. “How unlike you. I mean, we could just skip the event all together.”

I kiss her one more time. “Not this one. You chose a hell of a weekend to visit your mother.”

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion, and I don’t blame her for not understanding. Hell, nobody from New York knows my connections to this town. I find it strange, as much it is coincidental, that this is the town she grew up in.

I walk around the back of the car to open the door for her, then hold out my hand expectantly, and she slips hers into mine. I don’t know at what point it was that we fell into such an easiness around one another. But I can’t keep my eyes off her. I wonder if, in another life, had she come first… before my wife… if…

I cut that startling thought off, loathing that I even had the thought. I couldn’t betray Hayley or our vows like that.

It’s been seven years since she passed. I usually don’t come to these things, but I had to visit when I saw the invite and knew it was close to where Alina was staying.

For Hayley.

For Alina.

For myself.

I’ve been having withdrawals from Alina, and although it doesn’t dim the fire or loyalty I had to my wife, I notice the telltale signs of how my body and mind are wavering. I haven’t touched or even looked at another woman since crossing paths with Alina.

It’s like she has me under some spell.

One that I have to break free from soon because I won’t be able to accept the repercussions if I don’t.

I can’t replace Hayley.

Never.

But neither can I look away from Alina.