Vinny's lips teased her shoulders, driving her crazy as she heard him slipping his boxers off. He grabbed hold of her hips and pressed his body tightly against hers, teasing her even longer, dragging things out. She moaned breathlessly, the anticipation killing her. Finally, after what felt like ages, she started fucking her roughly. It was absolutely incredible. Hell, he was better then Killian and Killian was honestly the best sex she'd ever had before Vinny. He was rough and dominating and she loved every second of it.
It was dangerous, being with him because he made her feel so damn good she knew she would easily get addicted to him. She wouldn't be able to stop herself from going back to him, he was just too damn good in bed. Plus, he didn't make her feel like shit about herself. She knew fucking him was wrong on every level, but it didn't feel wrong and when they were finally done, she didn't feel guilty, ashamed, or slutty, she just felt good. She no longer felt low and horrible like she had earlier, he'd done what he'd promised. He'd made her forget Killian.
When he finally rolled off her, she was utterly exhausted. Her whole body was weak and she had to take a minute to catch her breath while he pulled her close and kissed her forehead. Vinny lit a cigarette and placed it between her lips and Keira took a long drag, enjoying the lingering high he'd given her, trying not to think about the fact that it was over. He would get up and leave and she'd have to go back and face Killian again. They'd have to act like it hadn't happened and go on hating each other.
He sat up then and she sighed out a breath of smoke, knowing it was coming. He was going to leave. "Listen babe, I don't mean to take off, but you've already taken way more of my time than any other girl." He said, starting to pull his clothes on and Keira raised a brow, glancing at the clock and realizing it was the afternoon. They'd fucked all night and all morning. He walked around to her side, kissing her hard and Keira moaned, kissing back eagerly, desperate to prolong the moment as long as possible. "You don't have to put up with his shit." He breathed against her lips and she sighed before he was kissing her again. "I'm his boss, remember that." He said simply and Keira just pulled away, nodding.
"Yeah, I know. I can handle him though." She said simply with a sigh, not really wanting to talk about Killian. She took a drag off her cigarette before getting out of bed and pulling her clothes on. Once she was dressed, she pulled him in for one last, hard kiss. "Let me know when you want to cache in on that favor I owe you." She breathed with a playful smirk before turning and slipping out the door.
Keira made her way back to her room and slipped in as quietly as she could. She could hear the shower running in her bathroom and she sighed, figuring that meant Killian was showering and she could go to bed and act like she was asleep when he got out to avoid him. Before she got the chance, however, he came out of the bathroom to look for something and he raised a brow when he saw her, looking her over. "I just want to go to bed Killer." She breathed and he walked across the room towards her, making her bite her lip.
He placed a hand on the side of her face gently before leaning in slowly, kissing her softly, like she was precious to him and she knew what he was doing. He was trying to get her to forgive him for what had happened the night before. "I'm sorry princess, you know I love you." He breathed against her lips, lacing his fingers in her hair lightly and tilting her head a little so he could kiss her neck, every move slow, and gentle.
Keira knew it was bullshit, but in the end, she folded and forgave him. He was good at his games and she really just didn't want to lose him. He treated her like shit, sure, but without him, she'd be alone and that was even worse. They made up in the shower even though she was exhausted. When the water finally went cold, they finished and he got dressed while she slipped into one of his shirts and climbed into bed, needing to sleep desperately. He came over and kissed her lips and then her forehead like he was just going off to some office job before grabbing his gun from the nightstand and slipping out the door, leaving her alone to sleep.
Just like the first time, fucking Coby was absolutely incredible. He had no words to describe the way he felt when he was with her, it was honestly just amazing. It didn't matter that it was wrong, all that mattered was that it felt right. She was the only girl who could get him so damn high and make him feel so fucking good. He just wished like hell that things between them weren't all fucked up.
Hell, if she wasn't a raging bitch most the time and his step-sister, she might actually be the girl he'd chose to be his girl, but they couldn't get along and he doubted she'd ever let him mean more to her then sex. Even if she felt the same connection he did, he knew she was stubborn and afraid of that feeling. She wouldn't give into it. She'd just fuck him whenever Devon hurt her, wasn't around, or started to bore her and he'd be okay with it because he couldn't say no to her. She was just too incredible.
By the time they finished, they were in one of the trailers and he was honestly exhausted. He couldn't remember the last time he'd spent so long in bed with a girl without getting bored. Not even for a second had he considered stopping and finishing. They'd taken breaks, sure, but it wasn't long before they went right back at it because he couldn't get enough of her. When she finally rolled off him, it was afternoon and he knew they had to be getting back soon.
Coby kissed him on the lips before slipping out of bed and pulling his shirt on. He watched her leave the room, his eyes taking her in until she was out of sight, unable to get enough of her. Once she was gone, he got out of bed and pulled his jeans on before sitting back down and leaning back against the headboard with a sigh, hating the fact that their night was over. She'd convince herself it was a mistake again and they'd go back to hating each other to hide their feelings for each other.
When she came back in the bedroom, she had two cups of coffee, placing one next to him before crawling in bed next to him with her own and lighting a cigarette. He sighed and lit one himself as he picked up the coffee cup, taking a drink and glancing over at her. She was honestly beautiful. He loved just being with her and sitting there comfortably with her, drinking coffee and smoking, was nice. He just wished it could last. "You're right. I am a whore." She said then and he winced when she said that.
Shit. He should have never called her that. He hated that she felt like a whore for sleeping with him and he hated even more that he'd been the idiot who made her feel that way because he'd said something he didn't mean while he was angry. "We should leave soon. Devon will flip if I'm not home and if he finds us here together, he'll kill you and my brother will help." She sighed and he sighed too.
He wanted to say something to her about the whore comment, but before he had the chance, she'd slipped out of his shirt and into the bathroom where he heard her lock the door. Tony sighed, running his fingers through his hair before pulling his shirt on and standing to leave. She was right, they couldn't hang out there any longer. They had to get back. "I didn't mean it when I called you a whore. I was angry." He admitted loudly so she could hear it through the bathroom door. "You're not a whore, I'm just an asshole." He sighed, hoping she'd believe him. The last thing he wanted after the night they'd had was to leave her feeling bad about herself.