by Dani Rene
“Fuck,” I grunt at the same time Violet screams my name as her orgasm crashes through her like a wave cresting the shore. I can’t hold back, my hips thrusting wildly against hers. I find my release seconds later. With a few quick thrusts inside her, I slow all movement. My breaths are coming out heavy, my lungs pulling in deeply and expelling whispers of happiness with sated calmness.
“Colton.” Violet’s voice cracks through the darkness that’s overtaken me, the euphoria that stole me away from her for a few short moments. “That was good.”
Amusement vibrates through my chest. “Good?” I arch one brow at her in question. “Are you trying to tell me you weren’t the woman screaming my name seconds ago?” I challenge, noticing the flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes of the girl I’ve just lost myself to.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she teases once more, and I’m slipping from her body, snaking my way down her torso, kissing and licking, nipping at her smooth skin. By the time I’m at her pussy, I’m hungry.
Starving.
Pushing her thighs apart, I lap at her drenched core. Her juices drip over my tongue, the sweet, musky flavors bursting on my taste buds.
“Colton!” Her squeal doesn’t halt my movements at all. If anything, I only devour her faster, teasing her entrance, sucking on her clit, grazing it with my teeth until her thighs are trembling.
“Was that good, love?” I question from my place between her thighs. Her mouth opens to retort something I’m sure, but she doesn’t have a moment to think because I dip two fingers inside her, crooking them before biting down gently on the bundle of nerves that has her peaking once more.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging, and pulling. Her voice is croaky as my name tumbles over her plump lips. I continue my ministrations, assaulting her sweet pussy until I see her thighs shake violently, and her walls pulses around the two fingers I have inside her.
I tease that spot deep within her body, causing her to tug at my hair painfully, but it’s worth every moment of seeing her shudder as she drenches me in an orgasm I’m sure is going to have her exhausted.
I’m licking my lips, my fingers, and reveling in her flavor when Violet looks at me again. Her eyes are shining with sated happiness. Plump lips still parted with soft breaths, and her body still trembles as she comes down from the high.
“Got something more to say?” I challenge as she watches me dispose of the condom in the bin sitting to the side of the nightstand. Once I’ve bound the bag, reminding myself to take it out when we leave, I notice the small smile on her lips.
“Not right now,” Violet whispers. “How long can we stay here?” she asks, rolling over, making her tits look even bigger than they are, and I have to focus on her eyes, or I’ll be hard again within minutes.
“As long as you want,” I reply. “My place is your place. I want you to feel at home.” I scoot under the covers, pulling them over both of us, and Violet rests in the crook of my arm. Her hair shimmers in the dim light. “Are you going to tell me why your day was so shit?”
She stiffens at my question for a moment before releasing a long breath, and I have a feeling she may not want to talk about it. I shouldn’t have asked, but if we’re going to do this relationship thing, then I need to know what’s going on with her. And I want honesty.
“Violet?” I whisper her name when she doesn’t say anything. Then she tips her head back to look up at me. Her eyes are wide as she regards me from where she looks comfortable on my chest. “You can tell me anything. You know that. Right?”
Another sigh. “I know. It’s just not easy to talk about and to fully understand, I need to talk about my past. I need you to know why I am the way I am.”
“I’m listening, only if you want to talk about it,” I assure her. “I’m not one to judge, but I can be a shoulder, and I can carry heavier than you can.”
Her lips tilt infinitesimally. “Growing up, I spent my time in the shadow of my sister. She’s older, thinner, more beautiful than I could ever imagine myself being.”
“You’re gorgeous, Violet.” My voice is harsh, but I’m not apologizing for my tone. “Don’t ever let me hear you say that bullshit again.” Even with my chastising, she only offers a smile.
“Listen.” Violet locks her stare on mine. “At the time, I felt like that. As a teenager, I grew up reading magazines, pages filled with glossy, flawless people who were perfect, like my sister.”
“But nobody is perfect.”
She nods at my observation. “I realized it when I turned seventeen.” Violet goes silent for a while, her gaze casting over the wall as if she’s in a faraway place and time. I allow her the moment before she looks at me again. “When I had my senior prom, my sister told me she’d organized a date for me. A boy from school, Benjamin, collected me, drove me all the way to the school.”
“I bet you looked gorgeous.”
She grins. “I loved the dress. It was long, black, and made my curves look like they’d been carved away.” Violet rolls over, her arm resting across my chest, and her chin resting on her hand as she looks up at me. “It was a magical moment walking into the school gym with a handsome boy on my arm. But then I saw it, that Carrie moment when my sister and her friends dumped a bucket of paint all over me. She'd been living at home while attending college, so that night, they all made their way to the prom.”
“What?” My voice is incredulous, filled with shock.
Violet’s eyes turn glassy with unshed tears, and I want to hold her, I want to make the memory go away, but I know I can’t. I realize that she has to walk through this before she can release it.
“I cried for weeks after. Forced to go to school to take my exams, I hid my face under a hoodie, but as it was summer, it got too hot to wear one, and I had to face my bullies head on. After I graduated, I told my parents I was leaving home. I had to get out of the town where everyone called me the Purple Porpoise.”
“Jesus,” I curse, running my free hand through my hair. The thought of someone doing that to their own sister doesn’t sit well with me. I can’t believe that she survived that.
“I’m stronger. I’ve been through therapy. But today I got a call from my sister, inviting me to her wedding.”
“Are you going?”
Violet looks away, her eyes glazing over with heartfelt emotion. “I don’t know. The other problem is, she’s pregnant.”
“Okay.” I don’t know why that would be a problem. Surely, her sister's grown up and matured. At least, I would fucking hope she would have.
“Not long after moving to New York, I was in college when I had my first boyfriend,” Violet relates, but she doesn’t meet my enquiring gaze. She’s focused on the wall, and as much as I’d like her to look at me, I respect the space she needs. “I had a miscarriage,” she admits in a low tone, so soft I almost miss it.
“Oh god, Violet,” I murmur, pulling her closer, and she allows me to. “I’m so fucking sorry, love.”
“Knowing she’s getting everything I wanted…” Her shoulders shake in my hold, and I tighten my arms around her and allow her to cry. The wetness on my chest makes me feel stronger than any man on this fucking planet, because she’s trusting me with this, and I can’t be prouder.
“I don’t know what to say, but I’m here for you. If you decide you’re going to the wedding, I’ll be your plus one, love,” I offer. “I may not be your boyfriend yet, but I feel like I am, and I’ll support you through this.”
“Thank you, Colton. I can’t ask you—”
“You’re not asking. I’m offering,” I insist, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. The fragrance of her shampoo fills my nostrils, and I close my eyes as I commit the scent to memory.
“Then I guess you’ll need a suit,” Violet whispers along my chest as the tears still trickling from her eyes.
“We’ll go shopping tomorrow.” I’m not a fan of wearing a suit, but for this girl, I’ll spin the world on its axis to make her smile.
And that thought scares the shit out of me.
22
Violet
“This is going to be our weekend, and we’re going to spend every second of every day together,” Colton announces. It’s been a week of him filming the show, and he’s managed to get some time off. How? I have no clue, but they’ve given him the long weekend for Thanksgiving. I’m excited because I’ve never been anywhere but the center of the Big Apple.
Once we’re in the car, Colton at the steering wheel, me beside him, we’re off. Thankfully, we’ve managed to pull out of the parking lot without anyone realizing Colton’s driving. Paparazzi have been following him around more often since the show debuted, and each time we have to sneak around, I worry that we’re going to get caught.
So far, so good.
“I’m excited,” I declare as he fights the city traffic. It probably wasn’t the best idea to leave at lunchtime on Friday when everyone will be traveling at the same time.
“Have you never been out of the city since you moved here?”
Shaking my head, I smile. “No, it’s my fault. I could’ve rented a car and driven out of there, but I never wanted to do it alone.” After my admission, I settle in and flick on the radio. Turning up the pop song, I sing along, making Colton laugh. It’s been easy to fall into a relationship with him when we’re alone, but in public, having to deal with the spotlight, being hidden in the shadows, has taken its toll on me.
I haven’t told him how I feel, but the fear of him wanting that life more than this between us has stilled my heart somewhat. I’m trying desperately not to feel, but when he does little things like right now, with his hand resting on my thigh, I want nothing more than to fall.
I focus on traffic, thinking about my sister’s upcoming wedding, and what’s going to happen when I see her again. After the nightmare I had growing up with her as a sibling, I’m still afraid of her as an adult, which is stupid. But the anxiety is visceral, and it eats away at me.
“Hey,” Colton says, jerking my attention back to him, back to the present. “What’s going on in the pretty head of yours?”
“Just thinking about my sister’s wedding.”
He nods in understanding. Colton is the first guy I ever told about what happened to me, and he’s the first man I trust with that information. I can’t explain why, but he makes me feel safe.
Even though I’m afraid of the public wanting a bachelor, not someone who’s dating a girl that’s most definitely not made for the public eye.
A couple hours later, we’re in the middle of the countryside. It’s colder out here, and I shiver when I push open the car door, and a blast of wind hits me right in the face. Shit, I didn’t realize just how freezing it would be.
The cabin calls to me, and after we’ve grabbed our suitcases, we make our way inside. Thankfully, they’ve turned on the heating. The Airbnb we contacted confirmed they’d ensure everything is ready, and it most definitely is.
A bottle of champagne sits in an ice bucket along with two crystal flutes. On the countertop are a large bowl of fruit beside chocolates and a small note telling us to enjoy our stay.
“I think I’m going to get a fire going,” Colton states, gesturing with his chin toward the fireplace, which is visible from the open-plan kitchen. The living room is furnished with soft cream sofas and a large bean bag, which looks good enough to sleep in.
“That would be amazing.” He presses a kiss to my lips, the warmth of him cocooning me for a short moment before he leaves and heads out the back where I see a pile of wood covered in a tarp.
They really did think of everything.
The day was spent reading in front of the fire Colton has kept going since we arrived. And as the evening is slowly encroaching, he lifts his head to look at me.
My feet are resting on his lap, and the book I’m reading has lost its appeal when his gaze burns through mine. His hands grip my feet, gently massaging them, pressing every pressure point, earning himself moans of pleasure.
“If you keep that up, I’m going to have to take you right here on the sofa,” he taunts with mischief tilting his mouth. But he doesn’t stop rubbing the soles of my feet, and I can’t stop smiling because it feels far too good.
“Have you ever had a girlfriend?” I ask suddenly, causing him to still for a moment. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
“Yes, once.” His voice is calm, but I can tell there’s more to the story than just what he’s said. I can tell it meant something more than just a once, and that’s it. I want to pry, but I wait for him to ponder on it for a while. “I was twenty-one. It feels like a long time ago, but in actual effect, it was only six years ago. I thought I was in love, figured it was the be-all and end-all, and I needed to make her mine,” he confesses, but the calmness is gone, and in its place is pain. I can’t see the emotion in his eyes because he’s not looking at me, but I can tell from the way his mouth curls into a scowl he’s saddened by whatever happened between them.
“And something happened that broke you apart?”
Colton nods, his focus on my feet instead of my face. “We just didn’t make it. She wanted more than I could give. She wanted the fame and fortune, the fancy cars and shiny jewelry. And even though I could afford that now, it’s not who I am.”
Getting to know Colton over these past weeks, I realize all my judgment about him when I first saw him was so wrong. And even then, the cockiness he exudes is so far from the real man underneath.
“I’m sorry it didn’t work out,” I soothe. “Well, not really because if it did, you wouldn’t be here.” I pull my feet away from his lap and move, so I’m straddling him. I twine my arms around his neck before leaning in to kiss him. His eyes shine, the color reminding me of an ocean, a restless pool of azure-colored water.
“Right now, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been,” Colton murmurs along my lips, his mouth capturing mine in a kiss that curls my toes. His tongue dances along mine, the flavor of hot chocolate still present from our earlier drink.
Colton’s hands run down my sides, gripping my hips before sliding toward my butt. He grips the cheeks of my ass, squeezing hard before raining down one slap on either side.
“Either we have sex now and then make dinner, or we have sex for dinner,” he teases, before suddenly scooping me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, and eliciting a squeal from me at the movement.
“How about we have sex until we’re hungry?” I suggest with a grin plastered on my face.
“Oh, darling, I’m hungry, just not for food.” His words ignite an inferno in my belly as he carries me to the bedroom, and I know we’re not having dinner until much, much later tonight.
23
Colton
I’m woken by pleasure, blazing through my body. Every inch of me is awake, and I mean, every fucking inch. My eyes shoot open, and I find Violet taunting me with her mouth. Last night, we enjoyed a few rounds of sex before our dinner of grilled steak and chips.
But right now, Violet’s mouth is devouring me, and my toes curl as my blood heats with the need to be inside her again.
“Jesus,” I exclaim when she slides her mouth down the shaft, taking me all the way into her throat. The woman can make even the most pious man sin with the way she sucks cock.
Violet teases me as she lifts her head, her lips wrapped tightly around the hard shaft before she flicks her tongue along the tip. Just the sight of her doing that makes my release close in on edge, and I’m near the precipice when she suddenly sits up.
“What are you doing?” My voice is tight, with barely there restraint when my girl laughs. The sound tinkling over me, making my cock jerk with need.
She doesn’t say a word. It’s her actions that make me fist the goddamned sheets. Slowly, Violet straddles me, her pussy sliding over the wetness of my erection as she rubs herself against me, which earns her a groan of deeply rooted pleasure. She teases me until I’m arching my back off the bed. Her control is intoxicating, but I can’t
take it for much longer. I reach for her, gripping her hips to stop her movement.
“Get the fuck on my dick, or I’m going to pin you down and make you scream my name,” I demand, my eyes blazing with desire as I grab her stare with my own.
A coy smile tilts her lips. “Anything you want, Mr. King,” she murmurs in a low, husky tone that makes my spine tingle as euphoria zips from my neck down to the base. Violet lifts herself, taking me in hand, and I watch as she slides her slick pussy down until I’m fully seated inside her.
And then, with her walls pulsing around me, she rides me slow and steady until I’m biting down on my lower lip until I taste blood. She’s a seductive tease as she rolls her hips, her hands splayed on my chest as she takes her pleasure and gives so much more in return.
The torturous movement is taking far too long for my liking, and I grip her hips once more, holding her still, and then I slam my body up into hers. Her voluptuous tits bounce with every thrust, and her cries of pure pleasure bounce off the walls as I claim her body the same way I did last night.
My cock thickens inside her, causing her to gasp. She’s close; I can feel her fluttering around my erection. With one hand on her tit and the other at her pussy, I send her over the edge as I circle her clit with my thumb and taunt her hardened nipple between my two fingers.
I can’t hold back any longer. “I’m going to come,” I warn her, but she only nods, and I can’t stop my release from shattering me as I fill her pussy. Violet leans down her body over mine, her head on my chest. “I couldn’t stop.”
“It’s okay, I’m on the pill,” she murmurs. We did talk about safety, being tested, but I always wear a condom. This is the first time in my life I ever felt a woman bare.
“I just didn’t—”
“Shh, just enjoy the moment,” she comforts, and we lie there in sated bliss for a long while as the sun tries to peek through the silver clouds. Even though it’s cold outside, we’re warm indoors in each other’s arms.
