“Yeah. Let me worry about that.”
I definitely don’t want her down there right now.
“Want dessert?” I ask as the waitress leaves with our plates, saying she’ll be back with a dessert menu.
Violet shakes her head. “Not here, I don’t. I didn’t tell you… I have the all-clear from my doctor’s office.”
My eyes widen. “When did you find that out?”
“Just before we left,” she replies.
I shake my head. “And you didn’t tell me immediately? We could’ve already-”
“Shh,” she hushes me, looking around embarrassed.
I reach under the table and find her knee briefly before my hand slides up. “You’re in serious need of a spanking, Dimples.”
She flashes me the dimples.
The waitress is back with dessert menus.
“No thanks,” Violet says, eyes lit up. “Just the check.”
I give her a look of promise.
***
She’s under me, naked, and I’m inside her. I’m inside the woman I love with nothing between us. And I’m staring into her eyes, which are wet with emotion. She’s just come, and the sheets are also wet because I made her come so hard she squirted. And now she's crying, staring into my eyes, into my soul, even. And it's almost unnerving. Or it would be if I wasn't so fucking addicted to staring contests with her. We both stare endlessly, and it feels like we both win.
I wouldn’t let up finger-fucking her while sucking on her clit until she squirted, my name coming out of her mouth like a prayer.
She's slightly embarrassed, I think, so to take her mind off that, I kiss her breathless while I pull back and slide my cock inside her again. “Fuck, you feel good, Violet. Do you know how beautiful you are?” I ask.
She wraps her arms and legs around me and buries her face in my neck, shyly.
“Do you know how mine you are?” I demand, cupping her chin to bring her face away from my neck so I can gaze into her gorgeous chocolate brown eyes. “I love you, baby. You feel amazing."
"So do you," she breathes, fluttering her long lashes.
"Do the thing, Violet.”
She smiles and tightens around me.
“Yeah, that thing,” I say and then dip my tongue between her plump, red lips while swiveling my hips, which earns me the sweetest whimper as her sexy little tongue licks the tip of mine.
Later, I lean over and ask. “Nobody else make you squirt like that?”
“Nope. Never,” she whispers.
“Was it good?” I ask.
“You have no idea…” she says, squeezing my thigh.
I chuckle, supremely pleased even though her face is bright with embarrassment.
63
Violet
Killian and I are enjoying a quiet morning with coffee on a bench we moved from the garage to the front porch. We’re under a blanket and the water is calmer to look at today, but it’s definitely nippy out. We’re planning to leave soon, so I can be back at work for a few days and then come here again on the weekend. The past few days here at his lake house have been amazing. I feel so relaxed, it’s like it’s been a tonic for me. Something about the landscape, the smells, the quiet… it’s awesome.
His bruises still look angry, but he’s been in a good mood.
I’ve got about a million ideas for decorating this house and have been scouting antique shops online for the area as well as taking measurements of the rooms in the main original structure first as a starting point.
I’m about to get up and announce that I should start packing up our stuff when his phone rings. He slips it out of his pocket and rises. “Excuse me a sec, baby.” He disappears inside.
It’s nippy out here sitting still, but I don’t want to intrude on his conversation, so I decide to stroll down toward the water, figuring if I’m moving, I’ll warm up.
I’m smiling at the scenery from the shoreline a few minutes later when I feel his hands slip around my hips and he has me in an embrace, my back against his front. He kisses the shell of my ear. “I should buy a boat.”
My eyes light up.
“I’m not a materialistic person, Killian, never have been. But that’s a really great idea.”
He chuckles and squeezes me tighter. “It’s nice to have money. I haven’t always had it.”
I turn around in his arms and rub his jawline. He’s clean-shaven today and it makes the bruising stand out more, and the swirling bruise-colors make his eyes seem even more piercing green than usual.
“You grew up in a crappy building, you said. The same place as… him. Single mom or was your dad around?”
He moistens his lips. “My mother was broken. Too broken to look after us properly. Welfare. Food stamps. Sometimes traded those stamps for money for booze. My grandmother regularly stepped in. Took us for weekends. Bought us shoes and clothes. She didn’t have much either, but she did what she could. My mother didn’t even buy birthday or Christmas gifts. She’d spend every last dime she had on whatever abusive asshole she was dating. I was determined my life would be different. I don’t let myself go without.”
“What about your father?” I ask.
“Died when I was four or five. He was a biker. Motorcycle accident. Willie’s father was a good guy, but she cheated on him with her ex and he left. He wanted to take Will and me with him, but she called the cops, lied about him hitting her, and he got arrested. Didn’t see him again.”
“Shit,” I say. “I’m sorry.”
“I don’t talk about this stuff, baby, but I feel comfortable saying it to you.”
I squeeze him, showing my appreciation of his trust, I hope.
“Every asshole after that was worse than the last. And then the last one… they were off and on for a few years, until he killed her.”
My eyes dart up to meet his. I’m shocked.
“Killed her? She’s-”
“She’s dead. Died when I was seventeen. Iadanza didn’t tell you?”
I shake my head. “He only talked about how successful you were, how you weren’t someone to fuck over.”
He rolls his eyes. “Too bad he didn’t practice what he preached.”
I roll my eyes, too. “What happened, though?”
“My grandmother was already gone and I was nearly an adult. Dario’s father paid off the social worker who looked the other way to let me raise my brother. My brother stayed outta trouble, did well in school so it was just him and me after that.”
“Did the guy who hurt your mom go to jail?”
He stares at me for a long minute.
“He got away with it?” I ask, angry.
He cups my jaw. “He didn’t, but I don’t wanna talk about this shit. I wanna look ahead, not back. Look ahead to a future with you.”
I wrap both arms around his neck. “I’m sorry you lost so much, Killian. If you ever wanna talk, I’m here. If you never wanna talk about it, that’s okay, too, but it might help.”
“I gained a lot, Violet. Sounds shit, but the end of that dysfunctional family was the start of better things for me. My mother didn’t give a shit about me or my brother. She cared about getting drunk and being codependent with whichever alcoholic bruiser she was with. The last one used to beat on her and scare the shit out of my little brother. We lived in a toxic apartment in a shitty building full of losers. I’m not glad my mother got her head caved in, but-”