The Vincent Boys 01 - The Vincent Boys

of her misery.”
    Step out of my life. Like hell.
    I slapped Sawyer on the back and headed out to set her straight. But first I was going to feast on those full lips of hers that were all puckered up in a frown.

    Ashton
    Two arms wrapped around me. “God, you smell so damn good.” Beau’s voice was muffled in my neck. His warm breath sent chill bumps up my arms.
    “Beau?” I croaked out.
    “Mmmhmmm,” he replied, kissing my neck, and nibbling on my earlobe. I tilted my head to the side, giving him better access when I should have been trying to stop him. But with his warmth surrounding me and his hands moving up my sides I decided I didn’t care at the moment.
    “What?” I managed to get out as his hands teased the lower portion of my bra strap. He was overwhelming me. I couldn’t get my thoughts together.
    “I love you, Ash,” he whispered in my ear and kissed a trail from my ear to my shoulder blade.
    “Uh,” I squeaked out. His thumbs brushed the underside of my breast and my knees started to buckle. It had been so long since he’d touched me.
    “Easy, baby,” he murmured, pulling me back against his chest as he leaned against the tree that held our special limb. His leg settled between my thighs and I trembled.
    “I’m not letting you go. You’re mine, Ash. I can’t live without you.” His voice was low and fierce as he held me tightly.
    “But Sawyer . . .”
    “Sawyer is okay with this. I’ve spoken to him. He and I are working things out. But Ash, I can’t continue to want you from a distance. To love you and not have you. I’d end up in jail if anyone tried to touch you, and God forbid you tried to date someone.”
    I turned around in his arms and laid my hands against his hard chest. I loved his chest. Especially when it was bare.
    “I only want you,” I told him, staring up into his eyes. Those long black lashes shouldn’t be so ridiculously sexy but they were. Beau buried both his hands in my hair and sighed.
    “Good, because I want you too. Now. Forever. Just you.”
    The thought of forever with Beau sent tingles of joy through my body and shot straight to my heart. The dread and fear I’d felt when Sawyer had said he wanted to marry me one day had no place here. Because Beau was who I wanted. It had always been Beau.
    “Come to my truck with me,” Beau said in a husky whisper against my ear.
    Nodding, I let him take my hand and direct me back through the woods to his truck he’d left hidden. Had Sawyer seen him?
    “Sawyer was out here,” I told him as his hand slid up my side underneath my shirt.
    “Yeah, I know. We talked. He’s gone. It’s just you, me and my truck,” he replied with a wicked smirk on his face.
    Opening the passenger door he picked me up and sat me on the bench seat. His hands covered my knees and pulled my legs apart before he stepped up between them and laid me back against the seat. He hovered over me, never breaking eye contact. I was mesmerized. The hungry gleam in his eyes made me tremble with excitement. This was what I wanted. I wanted to be Beau’s. I wanted to touch him and taste him without guilt.
    “Ash, baby, I need you tonight,” he whispered as he lowered his body over mine until his erection pressed against me. I loved hearing the desperation and desire in his voice.
    “Okay,” I replied breathlessly, lifting my hips to press harder against him.
    “I don’t have a condom,” he said tightly as we rubbed against each other.
    “Kiss me,” I replied. I wasn’t worried about a condom just yet. I needed him.
    Beau’s mouth covered mine and his tongue stroked mine in one swift plunge. Arching against him, the low, pleased groan that vibrated his chest made me a little crazy. More. I wanted more. Beau pulled my bottom lip into his mouth and sucked gently before taking a small nip then slipping his tongue back into my mouth and teasing and tasting me. Frantically I continued to move against him and reached for the hem of his shirt, yanking it up his body and forcing him to lean back so I could pull it over his head.
    He chuckled as he gazed down at me. “You trying to get me naked?”
    “Yes, please,” I replied sweetly and he reached for my shirt, pulling it off just as swiftly. He undid the clasp on the front of my bra, baring my chest to his view.
    “So unbelievably perfect,” he whispered, running his hands over my erect nipples.
    “Please, Beau.”
    Beau lowered his head, keeping his eyes on me as he stuck his