Moving In - A Vinnie Hacker Story

Moving In S2Pt15 - Let the Games Begin

*Vin's POV*

I said I trust her, and I really mean that, but I don't like that she literally smelled like Jax. How am I supposed to feel about that? I'm her boyfriend again, and last time, Jax was a major problem for us.

Why is it that when we weren't together, he was out of the picture? Out of sight, out of mind. But, now, when we finally settled everything and we finally got back to where we were supposed to be.

Is it selfish of me to not want him around? What could possibly be going on with him that Y/n would just forget everything that he's done to us? Is it intrusive of me to want to know?

I don't want to be the jealous boyfriend that limits who my girl can talk to. I'm not gonna be that type of boyfriend. I trust her not to fuck up. But, he loves her.

As much as I hate to admit it, he loves her. And love makes people do stupid shit. Love blinds people. While I know that she won't be the blinded one in that situation, I also know that he would overlook our relationship in a second if there was any indication that he could make a move on her.

I don't like the fact that they've hugged long enough for her to have to be in my shower right now, washing him off. It gives me the chills. But, I have to remember, she's here. She's in my shower, in my room, in my house, and she's about to be in my bed. He's not here. She called me. That should be all
that matters, right?

Y/n: Hey, sexy.
V: Wow...
Y/n: You like what you see?
V: What do you think?
Y/n: I knew I was gonna come over, so I brought something special with me.
V: You should bring special things here more often.
Y/n: Oh, yea?
V: Mmm hmm.
Y/n: It wouldn't be so special then, would it?
V: Oh, it would be very special to me.
Y/n: Show me how special.
V: You sure you can handle it?
Y/n: I don't think you can handle me.
V: Let the games begin.

She was wearing a new lingerie set. Where does she get the money to buy all of this? I know they cost a lot because she made me buy her new ones when I got too excited and ripped one of them off her. You should've seen her face, she was deadass about to cry. But, she's literally in college or at my house, so how's she making money? I'm not gonna ask, though. I guess it's none of my business.

She came onto the bed where I was laying down, and she got on top of me. I knew from the second I brought the Hunger Games into this, this was going to be a night to remember. It was only midday, but you know what I mean.

I sat up so that she was sitting on my lap with each leg on the other side of my thighs. She was grinding on me and it felt so good. I swear she gets better at this every time. Once again, I will not be telling her that, though. This is a game that I am not going to lose.

I went in to kiss her and she put her index finger to my lips.

Y/n: You sure you're ready for this?
V: Don't tease me.
Y/n: Well, isn't that the whole point?
V: Kiss me.
Y/n: Make me.

I put my hand around her neck and pulled her face close to mine. She let out a little gasp. It turned me on so much. I hovered my lips less than an inch away from hers while looking deep into her eyes. Then I pulled her in all the way and kissed her fiercely.

She immediately wrapped her arms around my neck and anchored herself in on my lap. It was getting really hard not to get a boner, no pun intended. And because we were wearing clothes, I couldn't tell if she was wet or not.

I started playing with her tits through the thin lacy fabric of her bra. Her nipples were rock hard. It made me feel good to know that I was winning so far.

I broke away from the kiss and started trailing up her neck. I bit on the end of her ear before whispering:

V: I know you're soaked right now. You don't have to hide it. Sometimes it's better to admit defeat.
Y/n: Actually, I'm as dry as the desert, but I know my good friend Lil Dicky down there is struggling.
V: Nahh, he's all good.