I manage to get four balls in before she’s down to her very last ball. There’s no debating that I’m going to lose this game. My skills were never a match for hers, but I’m perfectly fine with losing if it means spending more time with Violet.
“Black back, right pocket.” She points and makes eye contact with me before she leans down to aim.
Crack.
Thud.
Sink.
Just like that, she wins the bet. And I’m more than eager to give her anything she wants.
I start a slow clap as she makes her way to me, grinning. “Never doubted you, Tarzan.”
She stands right in front of me and tilts her head. An unmistakable twinkle is in her eyes. “Glad to hear it, Jane. Double or nothing?”
“I don’t know.” I glance to the table where she just kicked my ass and look back at her. “I haven’t heard what I owe you yet.”
A blush creeps up her cheeks, and she shrugs. “You don’t owe me anything. That was fun. Let’s play again.”
I raise my brows and shake my head. “A bet’s a bet, Vi. What is it? Streaking into the freezing water? Climbing the nearest tree?” I lift my arms. “Lay it on me.”
Her cheeks darken another shade, telling me her bet was none of those things. She buries her face in her hands and shakes her head. “I’m so stupid.”
Stepping closer, I reach for her hands and peel them from her eyes. “You are not stupid. Want me to tell you what I was going to make you do?”
She nods.
It’s my turn to blush. I can feel my cheeks heating. “I was going to make you tell me your favorite memory from our past.” I cringe at my own admission. “Maybe that’s lame. Maybe I should have planned to tell you to climb a tree.”
Her laugh is gentle, soft, but somehow powerful enough to grip my heart. “Our first kiss.”
For a second, I’m confused, until I realize what she’s telling me. “That’s your favorite memory of us?”
She nods slowly and her throat bobs like she’s nervous. “The real first kiss, not the practice first kiss. You were always so sweet to me, but that kiss changed something between us even though we never wanted to admit it.”
Jesus, I wasn’t expecting this. My heart is pounding so fast, I can barely breathe through it. “That kiss terrified me. It made me realize how long I’d been wanting to do that, but the thought of doing it again scared the living hell out of me.”
She blinks, her expression filled with a sadness I wish I could understand. “I never knew how you really felt about me. I mean, I thought I did, but I could never be sure.”
I can’t blame her for that. “Friendship was safe for us. It was the only way I could be sure that you’d always be there.” I frown, thinking about how wrong I was. “But we couldn’t help ourselves. I wanted all your firsts.”
“And I wanted you to have them. I wanted yours too.”
I move my hands to her waist. “You got all the important ones. To this day, you’re the only woman I’ve ever loved.” I pull her closer and lean in so her lips are a mere inch from mine. “Now tell me. What was your bet? It’s only fair.”
“My bet.” Her eyes are on my mouth when they flicker to mine. “If I win… you kiss me.”
My lips meet hers, and it’s like riding a bike. I remember those plush lips, their firm hold, and the way we melt together. Our connection was always electric, and this time is no different.
She grips my shirt, tugging me closer, if that’s even possible, and I’m tightening my hold around the small of her waist. When she makes the first move to slip her tongue inside my parted mouth, I can feel the hunger awaken from inside me. I groan and match her movements, desperate for more.
My hands move to her ass. I lift her easily onto the pool table where I stand between her thighs, and I kiss her deeper. It’s like we’re trying to make up for the last seven years. Her fingers are in my hair. My palms are running down to her thighs then back up where her skirt is already bunched around her waist. If it weren’t for her pesky tights, I wouldn’t even hesitate to slip my fingers into her depths and fuck her with them until she screamed.
“Touch me,” she begs, a plea reminiscent of our past, making me delirious in her spell.
My thumb finds her center and rubs against where the fabric is blocking her clit. “We’re going to need to take these off first.”
“Rip them, Jami.” Her words are like a velvety purr against my mouth. A hum that reverberates through my body and sinks down to my hardening cock. “Please,” she begs. “It’s been too long.”
I don’t know whether she means it’s been too long since we did this or since she did this, but I wave the intrusive thought away and press two fingers into her opening, ripping the fabric as I go. The moment I cross one barrier, another obstacle is blocking my path. I run my fingers against her damp underwear, simultaneously ripping the hole in her tights wider before pushing her panties to the side. Finally, I’m home.
I graze two fingers up and down her soaked entrance, reveling in the sensation of her, of us. My pulse races like it’s doing a premature victory lap. We haven’t even gotten started, but damn, this feels good.
My mouth slams against hers while I tease her with my fingers, enjoying the way she squirms in my hold. When I start to focus in on her clit, I’m well aware of her staccato breathing, her pleading moans, and the squeeze of her thighs against my legs.
“Is making you come for me part of the bet too?”
She nods, the movement crying of desperation and eagerness that only makes me harder. “It is now,” she breathes.
The corner of my mouth turns up in a smile, and I push two fingers into her depths. My insatiable desire for this woman is beyond my own limits, testing me in all the ways that prove how much control I lack in Violet’s presence. The squeeze around my fingers is almost too much to handle. All I can do as I continue to ease my way inside her is imagine how insanely good my cock would feel instead.
Once my fingers are buried as deep as they’ll go, I begin to pump them inside her. It doesn’t take much to recall all the memories of when I did this to her in college. Finding her G spot became a game we loved to play. I knew where to wag my fingers inside her, and how fast, to make her explode. I got so good at it, I could make her come in seconds if I truly wanted to, but teasing her to her brink was much more fun.
I know I’ve found the trigger when Violet’s lips slip from mine, her head lolls back, and her lids flutter closed. Working my fingers faster, I bring her orgasm to the surface. Her body jerks against me, and a high-pitched moan floats from her lips before she begins to calm while her pussy continues constricting around my fingers.
“Jesus fuck, that was hot.”
She rights her head while slowly opening her eyes, her lazy gaze darkening on me. “That was unreal. You always knew how to take care of me.”
Something about what she just said kicks at my gut. I pull my fingers from her slippery folds. “Of course I knew how. It was all I ever wanted to do.” The emotion working its way up my chest confuses me. We kissed. She begged me to touch her. And I gave her an explosive orgasm. Yet a wave of hurt washes over me despite my attempts at stifling it. “I would have loved you forever, Vi.” I frown as another wave crashes over me. “I wanted to love you forever.”