Trouble

Ch 26: There are no Hero's

A/N: Dont blame  me for the lack of other updates. Wulf is just sooo...yummy to write.

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Vega POV:

I woke up in nothing but my bra and panties, the sound of the ocean in the background and my lips immobilized.

I counted backwards from twenty in my head before speaking, "Wulf. Come out come out wherever you are."

"good morning gorgeous, I hope you'll forgive me but you were very adamant on leaving and I didn't like that."

I glared at the shirtless blonde, "Where are we."

"Miami, Parkville was cramping my style."

He seriously kidnapped me.

Fucking hell why do I have sex with this guy?

"now!" He clapped his hands together and smiled charmingly, "you said you wanted a connection lets get to know each other better."

I stared dumbfounded, "are you kidding me?!"

"No, you were born August 20th right? did you know I'm only five days older than you?"

"you're a Leo too?"

He rose a brow, "does that matter?"

I flushed, "Well...it explains the sex. A leo with another Leo in bed..."

"hey whoa there Hawaii you can't give the Zodiac credit for my skills in bed. That has nothing to do with the stars and everything to do with my huge d-"

"I like the zodiac is that a problem with you? I was saying it explains the attraction asshole."

"pretty sure my amazing looks and smooth voice explains how I get you hot."

I scoffed, "god I can't stand you!"

He frowned. "rude. And a lie. Anyways, I play the guitar and the piano, do you play anything?"

"no."

"you're turn by the way."

I rolled my eyes and ignored him.

"After this and a promise of silence I'll take you home."

"...I bake?"

"I already knew that cookies remember but sure okay, I hate the color yellow." He shot a pointed look at the pale yellow bra and panty set I wore.

"Oh shut up. I hate the color red." I stared at the strip of his red boxer shorts visible.

He grinned, "now we know what underwear we shouldn't wear when we plan on taking off our clothes in front of one another."

I shook my head at him, "untie me."

"nah. I hate cats."

"me too."

"cool. I like dark haired girls."

"I guessed that. I like nachos."

He grinned more to himself than anything, "And instant coffee?"

My brow furrowed, "how did you know I drink instant?"

"good guess."

I smiled a bit, "not because I like it..I'm just too impatient to make real coffee."

He laughed, "I make a mean Caffè corretto."

"A what?"

"itallian coffee and liquor. you would like it."