by Nicole Casey
He tasted as delicious as I had expected, his tongue exploring my teeth until he grabbed onto my tongue and began to suck on it.
I gasped, my eyes wide as I stared at him in disbelief but he only nursed harder until his teeth nipped down and I yelped, a shock of pleasure coursing down my spine.
I pulled back and he released my face, a long finger trailing over my cheek.
“My God, you are so beautiful, Vyolet,” he murmured, turning the key in the ignition and racing out of the point, pursing his lips together as if to relish the taste of me.
I was silent all the way back to the Starbuck’s parking lot because that was how long it took for my heart to regain its normal rate.
I can’t say for certain when I made the decision to ignore my inner voices warning me to keep my distance from Evan Collier but when I think about it now, I don’t recall them being that loud in the first place.
After the kiss, I could not erase him from my mind.
The attraction I had for him was unlike anything I had ever experienced with another man.
It went beyond his smoldering attractiveness. I could see something dark and tormented in his eyes, something I wanted to ease and comfort.
I assumed that it was a result of his sister’s death as when I saw him with Alex, he was compassionate and kind, a cloud of sadness hovering above his head.
Who better to help him through the devastating loss of his sister and the trials and tribulations of raising a small child than a school teacher with the utmost patience and understanding?
Surely fate had put him on my path for I could not stop images of his ruggedly handsome face from entering my mind at all hours of the day and night.
It was unlike me to entertain the thoughts that were crossing my mind when I looked at his full lips and envisioned them trailing their way down my stomach toward my center.
At night, I lay awake, my fingers gently stroking at the slick cleft between my legs as I pictured him on top of me, thrusting himself inside.
Inevitably, I would release, my face burning with shame but it did not stop me from continuing with the fantasies.
To my chagrin, I did not find myself alone with him again after that day and I wondered if it was by design or bad luck.
I wanted nothing more than to finish what we had started at Whittaker Point but suddenly the fates ceased smiling upon us.
Suddenly I feared that whatever opportunity we had to be together had somehow slipped us by in our caution.
On Sunday dinner, I casually brought the subject of Evan up to dad as we sat outside for a late afternoon barbecue.
“So dad, what has Evan decided about staying in Minnesott Beach?”
“Uncle Evan!” mom scolded me and I swallowed the bile which rose in my throat. I pretended to ignore her.
“Dad?”
“He’s selling Jocelyn’s house,” dad informed me, taking a swig of his beer and I felt my eyebrows raise.
“Oh really?” I murmured. “Where is he moving then?”
“I think he’s going back to Seattle,” mom replied.
I felt my blood run cold.
“What?” I screeched. “What do you mean he’s going back to Seattle?”
Maya glanced up from her spot by the pool, her eyes widening with interest but I paid her no mind.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
He couldn’t go back to Seattle. That was the last thing he had on his mind.
Was he leaving because of me? Had I scared him off somehow?
We had seen each other maybe four times over the past two weeks, twice in Oriental while he had been with Alex and the other times at the house for suppers hosted by my parents.
Not once had he mentioned moving back to Seattle but our conversations had been short and polite.
I had searched his face for signs of the man who had kissed me in the car but he didn’t seem to be there anymore.
Did I turn him off somehow? Or was it just some silly game to kiss me and make me act like a stupid school girl, falling all over myself for my teacher’s attention.
I suddenly felt like such a fool.
Never in my life had I acted so recklessly, especially not with a man who could easily ruin my reputation within the community and my own family.
It was like Evan had a spell on me.
And I had almost allowed it to go too far.
“He’s got a condo there, honey and a career and a life,” mom reminded me. “He probably has a girlfriend too whom he is eager to see.”
As if the wound wasn’t already deep enough, it twisted to the bone with those words.
I could feel Maya leering at me and I clamped my mouth shut before I could say another word which might incriminate me.
“Why are you so interested, Vy?” Maya called tauntingly. “Do you have a crush on Uncle Evan?”
I cringed and glared at her as our mother groaned.
“That is not funny, Maya!” mom scolded her. “Have some respect for your elders!”
“Hey!” Maya protested as I continued to glower at her. “I’m not the one asking all kinds of questions about Uncle Evan!”
“He’s not our uncle!” I almost screamed, my head ready to explode.
“Vyolet!” my parents yelled, looking up at me with shock. Even Yvette lowered her cell phone from her ear to stare at me in surprise.
Instantly, I hung my head in contrition.
“I’m worried about Alex,” I babbled, trying to lie as fast as possible. “She has already lost so much and to uproot her from her home after losing her parents…”
I trailed off as I was encumbered by a stab of guilt.
I am going straight to hell, I thought with conviction. That lie was my one-way ticket into the seventh circle.
I looked up tentatively and saw my parents nodding.
“You have a very good point, Vy,” mom agreed. “And you do know children after all. Maybe you should meet with Evan and tell him your fears. I will give you his cell number. I’m sure he will appreciate a supportive ear and some advice.”
My mouth fell open and I gaped at my sister who began to laugh as she rolled her eyes heavenward.
“Oh, Vyolet,” Maya mumbled when my parents were distracted. “I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into.”
“Aren’t you the one who said older men are better at everything?” I snapped back, and Maya groaned.
“I meant for me, not you,” she replied. “You have no idea…”
Maya of all people should have known that I had absolutely no clue.
Of the three of us, I was considered the good girl.
How could I possibly have known?
But the truth was, even if I had known, I would have never stopped it from going where it did.
5
Evan
“Uncle Evan, I don’t want to move to Washington,” Alex protested as she followed me around the house, her dark eyes wrought with sorrow. “I don’t want to leave North Carolina!”
“Alex, we have to go back to Washington for a while until I can figure out what we’re going to do,” I told her for what felt like the thirtieth time that day.
I was trying not to lose my patience, knowing that she was only a child, but I didn’t know how else to explain the change to her.
I felt like I had exhausted all my options and despite Oscar and Amelia’s ever standing offer to help.
I wanted to stay too but my home was in Seattle, along with my condo and any semblance of a life I had once had.
Still, it didn’t seem fair to uproot my young niece from the only world she had ever known.
And Vyolet Viera is in Oriental.
I hated myself for allowing the sweet-faced blonde to haunt my thoughts, the memory of her hot breath against my lips.
I shouldn’t have done that, I thought, trying to forget about the plaintive longing in her face.
How long had it been since a woman had looked at me so innocently?
> To make matters worse, she had been calling my cell phone and leaving texts, her compassion driving me to cold sweats.
I tried to do the right thing, keeping my distance and ignoring her calls. Amelia had warned me that she had given Vyolet my cell number but how could Oscar’s wife know what was coursing through my mind every time I saw her daughter’s number on my iPhone?
No, I told myself firmly. It’s for the best. I need to get out of Minnesott Beach and go home. When I get back to Seattle, I won’t even remember what Vyolet looks like and I’ll see her again in another ten years.
But something told me it would not be so simple.
“Hello?”
I whirled around, almost tripping on my shadow who stood staring defiantly at me with her arms crossed.
Alex also spun to stare at the woman who had entered the half-packed living room.
“Hi?” I said questioningly. “Can I help you?”
“The front door was open,” she informed me. “So I just let myself in.”
“Who are you?” I asked pointedly, and she turned pink with embarrassment.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she apologized quickly, stepping over a box of packing peanuts to extend her hand. “I’m Carla Green. I live across the street. I saw you at the memorial, but I didn’t want to bother you then. Of course, I have seen you around, but it never seemed to be a good time to introduce myself…”
She trailed off, her color reddening and I could see she was ill-at-ease.
I took her outstretched palm, offering her a brief smile.
“Evan Collier.”
“Hi Mrs. Green,” Alex piped up. “Is Maddy home?”
“Can I go play with Maddy, Uncle Evan?” my niece asked imploringly, her brown eyes wide.
I stared at her uncertainly.
“It’s fine,” Carla told me quickly. “Alex practically lives at our house…under normal circumstances.”
I eyed her, my lids narrowing, and she seemed to realize her poor wording.
“I just mean that Maddison and Alex are best friends,” she explained quickly.
I chewed on the insides of my cheeks, unsure of how to respond.
“Please Uncle Evan? I haven’t seen Maddy since – ”
“Yes, go,” I said quickly before she could finish her thought. “Just come back for dinner. We’ll go to Cracker Barrel.”
Alex barely acknowledged me as she flung herself out of the living room, out the back door.
I had almost forgotten that Carla was standing there, half turning to return to the packing at hand when she gently cleared her throat.
“I see you’re selling the house,” she said, and I almost started to hear her speak.
“Uh, yeah,” I replied, biting back a more sarcastic answer.
My nerves were far too taut to be dealing with strange neighbors.
“I’m sure Jocelyn and Charlie would be disappointed,” she murmured, and I felt my head snap up.
“What did you just say?” I demanded.
I watched as her face turned ashen and she waved her hands in protest.
“It seems like everything I’m saying is coming out completely wrong!” she gasped. “I didn’t mean anything by that!”
She sighed deeply and shook her head.
“I’m sorry,” she continued when I did not speak but maintained my stony expression, willing her to get to the point.
“I just wanted to come over here and tell you that Alex will be missed,” she whispered, pivoting. “I’ll leave you to your packing now.”
I stifled a low groan.
As if I wasn’t feeling guilty enough about leaving for Washington, I had perfect strangers tossing in their two cents.
No, I concluded. The best thing for us is to get out of here and start new somewhere. Alex doesn’t need a constant reminder of her past. She’ll never be able to move on.
I silenced the same voice which cried out that my niece needed stability, not adventure.
I heard the front door close and exhaled.
I hadn’t even realized I was holding my breath.
“Do you need some help?”
Jumping, I spun again to stare at the woman who had plagued my lonely nights, her long, blonde hair tucked into a careless chignon.
“What are you doing here, Vyolet?” I asked but there was a catch in my voice.
She does something to me, physically, I realized, watching as she gingerly made her way toward me through the maze of crates and boxes.
“Well you’re a hard man to get on the phone,” she explained lightly. “I thought I might have better luck coming here in person.”
I swallowed as she neared me, feeling a familiar sensation flowing through my body.
“I’ve been busy,” I replied, turning my head as if to focus on packing. “I am hoping this goes fast for how I’ve priced it.”
“Oh,” she breathed. “So it’s a certainty then. You’ve made up your mind.”
I glanced up quickly and nodded.
“Yes,” I replied. “I didn’t want to draw out the process any more than necessary. I think it’s unhealthy for everyone to stay here any longer than necessary.”
She didn’t answer but I could read the upset on her fair face.
“Are you going back to Washington?” she asked after a long pause and I nodded, unwilling to look at her.
“Why? I had thought that you might consider moving to Oriental after we talked…” she trailed off, waiting for a reply.
The question caused me to look up again and stare at her.
God, she’s so hot, I thought. Would it be such a terrible sin to have one night with her?
I knew the answer was not going to be so simple.
“My life is there,” I replied lamely. “And I think it would be good for Alex – ”
“I think you’re running away from memories of your life here,” she interrupted, and I felt a flash of anger at her words.
What did she know about me or what I was thinking?
Before I could retort, she spoke again.
“Where is Alex?” Vyolet asked suddenly, looking around.
“She’s playing with her friend.”
I paused and studied her face, brow knit.
“I am not running from anything,” I told her flatly and I wondered why I felt the need to explain myself to her. “And I haven’t had a life here in a long time.”
She held my gaze and I could read the disbelief on her face.
“And what about Alex’s life here?” she asked quietly.
I couldn’t listen to her anymore, her words dredging up my innermost fears.
I wanted everyone to shut up and let me do what I had to do for Alex and for myself.
In two long strides, I had covered the space between us, seizing her by the shoulders and dropping my mouth to hers.
It was too much, Alex, the neighbor, now Vyolet, making me second guess my rationale.
Vyolet gasped at the unexpected kiss, falling backward off balance but I was there to catch her, my fingers digging into the tender flesh of her arms and drawing her toward me with intensity.
Her innocent blue eyes stared up at me, wide with shock but I could also read the desire there as her mouth parted to allow for my tongue to explore her.
This kiss was just as I had remembered the one I had stolen from her in the car, my right hand climbing her back to cradle her neck.
A soft whimper escaped her as my teeth drew out her lower lip, pulling at her before my mouth made its way to her chin.
My fingers moved up the base of her skull, releasing the loose bun from her hair, only to tie them up in my hands, tightening my grip to pull her head aside.
She pressed her body to mine as my lips worked down the lines of her neck, licking the sweetness of her skin.
It was exactly as I had imagined her skin to taste, fresh and succulent like the summer rain she appeared to be.
My right hand dropped to her full rear and I cupped it solidly, l
ifting her slightly.
She seemed a feather in my arms and as my head lowered into the buttons of her white blouse, I danced her backward, pressing her to the full-length window of the patio doors.
Beneath her skirt, my fingers roamed, her hands finding their way into my hair for support as my teeth ripped at the delicate silk of her shirt.
I released her long tresses, massaging one of her luscious breasts as I nuzzled the other, my tongue lashing out to suck on the taut, waiting nipple.
She allowed her thighs to fall away as my fingertips moved toward her center, teasing the already wet lips.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, dropping her head back against the glass and I took the encouragement, my right hand working harder.
I felt her body relax until I pinched her breast, biting at the other as one long finger plunged into her middle.
She yelped out, her own grip tightening on my head as I stroked at her long and hard, my head dropping lower as she guided me between her legs.
Higher, I yanked up her skirt, diving into her without preamble, my hands still penetrating her as my tongue lapped at her pulsating nub.
She wanted to release, I could feel it, but something was holding her back. I could sense it in her.
I began to suck on her button, adding another finger into the sopping middle and she cried out.
A hot gush dripped out all over me and I smiled softly as I felt Vyolet’s knees buckle.
She was ready now.
I withdrew my fingers and rose to my full height, towering over her quivering, svelte frame.
She looked up to me for a kiss, but I had other things on my mind.
I spun her around, pushing her against the glass to stare into the sunny backyard, as I ripped the lace thong completely away from her.
I fumbled to lower my pants, dropping my boxers to the floor.
With one hand firmly on her hip, the other snaked around her throat, caressing her throbbing pulse gently.
“What do you want?” I asked, pressing my hardness against her cheeks and rubbing against her fully.
“You!” she gasped. “I want you.”
“Hmm?” I purred, my fingers squeezing against her windpipe.
“Please,” she begged, and it was what I needed to hear.
