The Vincent Boys 02 - The Vincent Brothers

for your dorm room until you come home to help me.”
    “Lana, what’s wrong?” Sawyer sat up quickly and pulled me up in his arms.
    “Is that Sawyer? Are you back in Grove?” my mother asked, as I patted Sawyer’s chest to silently calm him down. I’d teared up listening to my mother and he’d gone into panic mode.
    “Yes, that’s Sawyer. He, uh, found me last night,” I replied into the phone while smiling at Sawyer who was watching me carefully with frown lines between his eyebrows.
    “Found you? Where are you? How did he find you?”
    “I’ve been with Jewel all along. She covered for me and honestly, I have no idea how he found me, unless...,” I paused before I finished that thought. I didn’t want to have to explain this all to my mother and she would want to know. I was pretty sure who’d ratted me out. Ethan was the only one in Grove who knew where I had gone.
    “Listen Mom, I’ll call you later. I’ve got to figure some things out today but I’ll be sure to let you know. Let me talk to Sawyer, okay, and thank you, I love you.”
    “I love you too, Lana.”
    I disconnected and laid my phone down beside me before crawling over on top of him. “So, how’d you get my whereabouts out of Ethan? And is he still alive?”
    Sawyer chuckled and shifted me so I was straddling him. “Yes, he’s still breathing. Actually, I left him completely unharmed. I ran out of there so fast once I had your location, I didn’t even say goodbye.”
    “Good, now tell me how you got it out of him,” I replied, running my hands up his bare chest. I’d missed touching him.
    “He just told me,” he said in a husky whisper. His attention was focused on my hands as I traced circles around his very firm pecs.
    “The guilt got to him, I guess,” I murmured before leaning down to press a kiss to the bruise just over his ribs. “Did those big mean football players hurt you?” I cooed, raining a trail of kisses across his abs and back up his chest.
    “Uh huh, I can show you a lot of other places they hurt me too,” he sighed, running his hands down my back to cup my butt.
    “Mmmmkay, just let me finish kissing these booboos and I’ll get to the other ones next,” I cooed.
    “Please, take your time,” he groaned, slipping his hands inside my panties.
    “You still haven’t answered me about how you got my hideout location from Ethan,” I reminded him as I slid down his body so I could kiss just below his belly-button.
    “Gaaah, baby,” he arched into me then took a ragged breath, “who’s Ethan?” he asked in a low deep voice.
    I lifted my eyes to meet his fascinated gaze. “You remember Ethan. Your friend who told on me,” I reminded before I licked gently at the skin right above his boxers.
    “Oh, fuuuuuck,” he moaned, tangling his hands in my hair.
    I decided to let the Ethan thing go. I was having too much fun watching the guy I loved come apart in my arms. Slipping a finger into the top of his boxers, I leaned forward and whispered in his ear. “Any booboos down there I need to pay attention to?”
    “Oh yeah, lots and lots,” he croaked out.

    Sawyer

    “Dad,” I called out in way of a greeting as I knocked once on his office door and stepped inside. My dad was sitting behind the large mahogany desk that he’d had shipped over from somewhere he and mom had visited. I didn’t remember the details.
    “Sawyer,” he replied, looking up from the paperwork on his desk. “How was practice?”
    “Good. I’m going to learn a lot this year. Being red shirted was a smart move.”
    Dad nodded in agreement.
    “Beau had a good week too. They’re starting him on the offensive line.” It drove me nuts that he never asked about his other son. The one he’d ignored. The one he never claimed.
    Dad frowned and looked back down at his paperwork, “That’s good. Your cousin has always excelled as a receiver.”
    “You mean my brother. Beau’s not my cousin. He’s my brother.” I’d never forced my dad to face this. I’d been so angry with Beau about Ashton when this all came out, I’d let this slide. If Beau didn’t want to deal with it then I’d figured why should I? But it wasn’t fair. This farce my dad lived wasn’t fair.
    Clearing his throat, he took off his reading glasses and leaned back in his chair to level his gaze on me. “You want to talk about that? Is that what this is about?”
    “Yeah, it is. I want to talk about that.” I didn’t snap. I kept my tone level.