𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚

I wake up next to Vaughn in his comfortable king size bed. My back is against his chest, his heavy arm encircles my waist. I love this feeling. All snuggled up against him and the  blanket, but the aching between my thighs reminds me of the long night. I'm all sore.

I want to get up, I slow start moving upwards but then I hear Vaughn grumble, then he pulls me back against his chest. His deep voice, still thick of sleep gives me goosebumps. His mouth is right next to my ear.
"Where are you going, 𝗺𝗼𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹?"

This voice.

This damn voice.

It makes me shiver.

"I wanted to get up and clean the mess we made a bit."

He just huffs, and pulls me tighter against his chest. My back is pressed against him. His arm encircles me, so that my head is laying on his biceps while his other arm is still around my waist.

"You're going nowhere, baby"

My breath stutters, heat pooling low in my stomach as he strokes with the tip of his nose over my pulse point. He starts kissing my neck, slow and sensual. My heart beats faster and I feel that asshole smirk against my pulse point.

"Your heart is beating wild, baby. I wonder why."
His voice is filled with satisfaction and possessiveness, it's still so deep from sleep that my knees would go weak if we were in a standing position. Then his teeth graze over my pulse point and my breath hitches.

"Vaughn-" my voice turned to a breathless plea. How can this man get an reaction so fast out of me?! It's maddening.

I hear him growl into my ear, full of desire. Then he flicks my earlobe with his tongue and sucks on it. My back arches and a soft moan leaves my mouth. He is playing too much with my senses.

"You're such an asshole."

He knows exactly what he's doing to me.

"Your asshole."
I feel the smirk against my neck, memories of yesterday float my mind, when he looked up at me from between my thighs with that sinful smirk. The heat in my stomach just deepens, I rub my thighs against each other, seeking friction.

Vaughn starts kissing my neck and sucking over my pulse point, making me moan and arch my back more. While he's assaulting my neck, his hand wanders slow down. At first over the curve of my breast, then slowly down my stomach. Then he moves his hand under my underwear. Just when he's about to move his fingers to where I want him the most, my phone rings.

I jolt, reality slamming back into place.

Vaughn groans in frustration, pulling his hand out my underwear. "I hate your phone."

I scramble to grab it from Vaughn's bedside table, my stomach dropping when I see the name on the screen.

Dad.

Shit.

Vaughn notices my expression and immediately sits back, his smirk fading.

"Answer it," he says.

I hesitate, my heart pounding, but I swipe to accept the call.

"Elena," my father's voice is calm. Too calm. "Where are you?"

I swallow hard, glancing at Vaughn. He watches me carefully, unreadable.

"I—" I hesitate. Lie or tell the truth?

"Don't," Vaughn murmurs, like he can read my mind.

I exhale. "I'm with Vaughn."

A long pause.

Then—

"Come home. Now."

My chest tightens. "Dad, I—"

"Now, Elena."

The call ends.

I stare at my screen, my pulse hammering.

Then I realize the mistake I made. I stayed overnight at Vaughn's place, even tho I told dad I would sleep at home because I have some days off, of Uni. Fuck me.

I exhale shakily. "I have to go."

His jaw tenses, but he nods. "I'll take you."

I hesitate. "That might make things worse."

Vaughn's gaze darkens. "And?"

I chew my lip. "He's already furious. I don't want to—"

"To what?" Vaughn steps closer, his voice low, dangerous. "Piss him off even more? That's going to happen no matter what you do, 𝗺𝗼𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹. You think he'll be any less angry if you show up alone?"

I don't answer, because I already know the truth. My father doesn't get 𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 angry. He gets quiet. Cold.

And that's worse.

Vaughn must see the uncertainty in my face because he exhales, dragging a hand through his hair. "I'm taking you home."

I want to argue, but he's already dressing up. I sigh, and reluctantly get up as well and start dressing up.
Normally I would've stayed, but I hate it to make my family mad, especially dad. He always gets cold and silent, which is far more worse for me then yelling.

Vaughn grabs his car keys, he turns around to me.

"No." I bury my face in his chest, and wrap my arms tightly around his waist. He instantly wraps his arms around me in return and buries his face into my hair, breathing in the scent.

"I know, baby. But I also know that you would feel bad if you don't go now."

I know he's right, I would feel terrible. I hate that he's right.

"Why did I have to tell him that I would spent the next days at home? I'm so stupid. I should've said nothing."

He squeezes my butt and slaps it, making me wince.

"Hey!"

"Don't call yourself stupid again. You told him that, because you wanted to be there for your family while Creighton is in the hospital. That's how you are. You care for your family, so don't you dare call yourself stupid"

He's right. Again. Ugh.

I rub my butt, and mumble.

"That hurt."

His chest vibrates as he laughs, then he starts rubbing my ass with both hands. My cheeks flush a little, this stupid man will only get me worked up again.

"If it hurt, I'll have to rub it away."
He says that with a cheeky smirk.

"You're so touchy today."

"Oh, I know, 𝗺𝗼𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹. I just can't forget how you were a moaning and begging mess under me last night."

My cheeks flush now to a deep red, and this asshole only laughs heartily.

"Just bring me home." I mumble against his chest.

He chuckles, stops rubbing my rear and takes a step back.

"Fine fine, but you're not off the hook yet. I'll get you when your dad isn't looking."

No doubt about that.

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The drive home was full of Vaughn teasing me, flirting and being all touchy in places he knew I would get flustered by. I had to threaten him by saying that I wouldn't let him touch me for one week if he doesn't stop. After all I can't go home, being all worked up. The rest of the drive he was grumpy. His deep voice breaks the silence in the car.

"That wasn't nice, you know."

I raise my eyebrow.
"What wasn't nice?"

He grumbles.
"Your threat."

Of course.

He's still mad at me for threatening him by saying he can't touch me.

I sigh, putting my hand on his arm.
"Come on, don't be mad."

He just grumbles in response, his gaze fixed on the road.

He's so stubborn.

Then I have to try another way.

"You know I love you."

There it is.

I see his grumpy expression softening.

So I continue.

"You're the only man I will ever love like this, you're the love of my life. The future I see."

His gaze softens completely now. His gaze flickers to me.

"You're a little tease. A little tease that I love too much to be mad at. It really sucks that I can't stay mad at you for long."

I smile, leaning over and kiss his cheek.

He smiling shakes his head, puts his hand on the back of my head for a moment to pull me closer again, then he kisses my cheek in return before continuing driving.

My smile widens and my heart flutters.
"I love you."

"I love you too, 𝗺𝗼𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹. More then you will ever know."

He says while stroking with his knuckles over my cheek.