Sasha laughed, but acquiesced. “Just a sec.”
“Just one?” Violet echoed, but could tell he had already pulled the phone from his ear. She could hear the soft click of a photo being taken and then a second later, heard the ping of a message in the inbox.
She opened it, no longer peeking through her fingers, and was infinitely pleased again, seeing his shirtless, muscular torso. His shoulders were broad, just as she remembered, and his chest was smooth with tight nipples. His arms were muscular like someone who worked construction, a large hand hooked into the waist of his dark jeans. Violet followed the dark, well-groomed line of hair up his flat stomach, remembering the way his muscles had jumped beneath her cool fingertips, to his belly button, past his muscular torso, noticing the grin on his face for the first time.
After her long perusal, she couldn’t trust herself with compliments, for fear of embarrassing herself and giving him too big of a head. Instead, she simply told him, “My turn.”
Violet shook out her hair and leaned back on the bed, her generous cleavage on display, the pale skin of her breasts in contrast to her tight pink nipples. She couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes, once bright and light, were now darkened with arousal, smoldered. Her smile was small, almost a smirk, a promise on her full lips, a reminder of what she could do to him. She snapped the picture and sent it, not wanting to make him wait any longer.
Telling him to hang on just a little longer, she cupped her breasts, as though to offer herself to him. Her nipples peeked out from her slender fingers, rosy little buttons. She blew another kiss to him, just as the timed camera setting went off, and sent that picture as well, sitting up on the bed, naked, as she put the phone back to her ear.
“Gorgeous, absolutely stunning, Violet,” he said, his teasing tone gone for the moment, replaced by attraction and arousal.
“Your jeans, Sasha,” Violet said quietly, hiding the way his words affected her, the tone in which he said them, the way she was blushing now, pleased. Instead, she continued, “Take them off. I want to see your cock. I want see how hard I make you.”
Violet could hear his slightly strangled groan before he left her to take another photo, and smiled at the way she turned him on. As she waited, the phone pressed between her ear and shoulder, she bent over again, ignoring the ping of his text and spread her legs a little. She took a picture from between her thighs, her puffy cunt wet and throbbing.
She opened his after her little photoshoot, just a slightly longer pause than there should have been, and couldn’t help when a raspy, little “Oh fuck” escaped. Then she said in a less strangled voice, “I’m not sure I’ve ever said this before, but you have a beautiful cock. A beautiful body altogether.”
Violet guesstimated that Sasha’s cock was a nice eight, maybe eight and a half inches, with a naturally large length, thick, with a pearl of pre-cum gathering on the tip. Just looking at it made her nipples tighten and ache, her pussy a little wetter. His dark hair was trimmed and light around his cock, his heavy balls shaved smooth, and his thighs, muscular like the rest of him, were only dusted with more dark, soft hair.
“I want to taste you,” she added, just a second later.
He moaned. “Eager to get on your knees and wrap those pretty little lips around my cock? Let me fuck that sweet face of yours, deep in your throat?”
“Eager to have you in each of my holes,” she corrected him, as she sent him another picture she had taken, then added, “Especially this hole again.”
Again, there was a strangled groan as he viewed her body, and then she heard his soft voice. “I want to see your fingers in your juicy cunt, touching yourself for me as I’m stroking myself for you right now. And I want to hear it. Put the damn phone on speaker. I want to hear you moan when you slip your little fingers in that tight fuck-hole.”
Biting her lip at his words, Violet switched the phone to speaker as he told her to. With her thighs spread a little, she reached back and spread her ass further apart, giving him a great view. Timed, the camera clicked off a photo. Ignoring it, her other hand found her hot cunt, as two slender fingers slipped inside, her moan louder than the soft, raspy one at his words.
“Ah yes,” she whispered, just as the phone took another photo of her indecent pose.
Violet took a moment to send those two, and was rewarded with his groan, the sound of his hand on his throbbing shaft and then a picture of him stroking it.
“Taste yourself for me, little flower,” he ordered. “Tell me how you taste. Are you as sweet as you were the last night we were together? Do you remember tasting my finger, then my kiss after I feasted on you?”
“Oh, Sasha,” she moaned, and answered his question after obediently tasting her juices, her hand slipping down to squeeze her nipples to relieve some of the ache. “I need you here to eat me.”
“Would you like to sit your sweet little ass on my face? Do you want to grind your pussy against my lips as I fuck you with my tongue?” he asked, the faint sound of his hand on his cock coming through the phone line.
“I’m so wet,” Violet moaned again, honestly driven crazy by his husky words, the indecency of it all, the pictures. She was already turned on, he did this to her.
“I want to hear you come, baby,” he said, voice strained but serious. “I want to hear those fingers in your cunt, fucking yourself, wishing it was my dick. And I want to hear my name escape your lips when you finally orgasm.”
Violet gasped slightly, his words making her nipples tighten, nerve endings sparking deep in her stomach, pleasure shooting to her clit. She was so sensitive.
“But first,” he continued just a moment later. “You’re going to ignore that wet hole for just a moment. I know your nipples must ache, yes?”
“Yes.” She murmured her answer, sitting on the bed, her back against the headboard, Tristan’s phone in between her thighs. She was somehow complacent with his demands, perhaps knowing it would be better if she did as he said.
“Touch them for me, love,” he ordered. “Squeeze them, pinch your rosy little nipples, tug on them like I did that night, imagine my hands, my lips, my tongue.”
“Are you imagining it’s my hand on your cock instead?” Violet asked, only half concerned with the actual answer as she touched herself for him.
“How would you touch me?” he asked, listening to her moans intently.
Violet paused only a second, as she imagined herself kneeling in front of him, wrapping her hand around his thick length, her eyes on his as her thumb rubbed that pearl drop of pre-cum around the tip of his pretty cock. And as he moaned, Violet gave the head of his dick a kiss, her tongue flicked out to taste him. She was so far gone, Violet wasted no time and told him exactly what she was imagining, enjoying his slight moan.
“Oh fuck, baby,” he whispered. “You want me to shoot my load down your throat, don’t you? I love it when you swallow and suck my dick. You’re little mouth is heaven.”
“Can I touch myself now?” Violet asked, but had already started.
“Fuck, yeah, babe, go for it,” he answered.
“I want to drink you down. I love having you in my mouth,” Violet said, a smile playing at her lips, as a moan escaped when she finally touched herself again. “Oh, Sasha.”
“Beg me to come, baby,” Sasha demanded, his own groan softening his tone. Violet knew he was close and so was she. She’d never had phone sex before. It was different, but since she couldn’t physically have Sasha with her, she figured it was better than nothing. The only problem was that she feared it wasn’t going to be enough.
“Please, Sasha,” Violet moaned, the wet sounds of her fingers moving in and out of her pussy were crystal clear over the phone. “Please let me come. I need this, so much.”
He murmured, “Do you want me to come, too?”
“I do. I want your cum, I want you to fill me like you always do. I want…”
“What, baby, tell me. What do you want?” His voice rough.
“I want your cum all over my face and tits,” Violet told him, frustrated, feeling her orgasm just over the edge, but for some reason waiting for his permission to fall.
“Now, Violet. Come for me now,” he said simply. And just like that, Violet felt herself fall over the edge, moaning more as her juices spilled, a small wet stain gathering beneath her, her cunt clenching around her fingers. She could hear him, too, his guttural groan that signaled his own release. Violet smiled happily, knowing that even though they were apart, she was still able to come.
A few moments later, Violet still lay on the bed breathless. That ache she felt was still there. She knew it wasn’t going to go away until she was with him again. Though the phone thing was fun, it was a poor substitute for the real thing.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, a cautious tone in his voice. “Are you okay?”
“I am. Though I wish you were able to come with us.”
“I know, baby, but I couldn’t. I hope you can forgive me.”
“There’s nothing to forgive, Sasha. I love you.”
“There’s always something to forgive,” he replied cryptically. A shiver ran down Violet’s spine. Wondering what he meant by that, she asked, “Is everything okay with you?”
“It will be soon.” And just like that, he was cryptic and closed off again. It seemed the only time he opened up to her lately was when they were having sex. Was that all he wanted from her? She couldn’t bear it if it were. She needed him to start talking and fast, because she wasn’t sure of anything anymore. “Sasha, please talk to me. Let me help you.”
“You are. You’re safe and that’s all that matters.”
“I’m always safe with you and Tristan.”
“What if you weren’t?”
Now that got Violet really worried. She didn’t know why he would ask such a thing. She was safe with them. She’d felt that since she stowed away on Tristan’s plane. Even though she was scared, she just knew she was safe. “What do you mean?” she asked, needing clarification.
“What if being with one of us put you in danger?” Sasha asked again, yet his question was still too vague for her. She wondered if that was what was bothering him. Did he feel that he was a danger to her? If so, how?
“Sasha, you would never let anything happen to me. I know that, just like I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. We love each other. We trust each other. Please tell me what’s going on. I want to help. Maybe I can, but if I can’t, I can be there for you, to support you. Please tell me.”
“It’s nothing. I’m just being pessimistic. Ignore me.”
He was lying. Silently shaking her head, she looked up at Tristan, who had just walked back inside and given her a questioning look. When she shrugged her shoulders, Tristan smirked at her. Violet thought about asking Tristan was what going on, but she knew he wouldn’t say anything. Tristan was already dropping hints about extending their little vacation, and though she loved getting away from all the drama, Sasha needed her at home. He may not be ready to talk to her, but when he was, she didn’t want to have to hear it over the phone. She wanted to go home.
“I’ll be home tomorrow. We can talk then,” she adamantly said, getting up out of bed.
“Violet,” Tristan said, coming to attention. “We just got here.”
“Violet, you need to stay there,” she heard Sasha say, but she was done with all this shit. She couldn’t enjoy her vacation without Sasha. He was in trouble and whether he wanted it or not, she was going to help.
“I’ve made up my mind, guys,” she said aloud to both of them. “I’m going home.”
“No!” both men shouted at the same time. Damn, even with Sasha in Treasure Cove, it sounded as if he were in the same room. Looking over at Tristan, she held her ground, and it didn’t take but a couple of seconds for her to realize that Tristan knew what was going on and apparently, she was the only one in the dark. Well not for very much longer!
She had lived her whole life with other people telling her what to do. First her mother, but she gladly did what she said, then her stepfather, who was a little harder to handle, but since her mother was no longer around, she took it and did what the man asked. She thought she was finally going to be free to do as she pleased after graduation, but that never happened. Master was a bastard. An evil son of a bitch who barked orders and demanded they be obeyed to the letter. He never told her why she was doing something. He just expected it done and to be done his way. He was manipulative and mentally abusive when things went wrong, and she wasn’t even going into what Master thought as a viable and informative form of punishment. Since getting free of that monster, Gabriel and Matthias took charge of her. She loved them both, but even their ways of manipulating had become too much. Oh, she knew they were trying to be helpful, but they never listened to what she wanted. They assumed to know better and ran with it.
After a while, it just became easier to let them have their way. Then finally, there was Sasha and Tristan. For the last year and a half, the two loves of her life loved and adored her. If she wanted something, they helped her to get it. When it came time to build the house, they insisted she make most of the decisions. It was her input they wanted and demanded. Oh, she asked them about color swatches and flooring, but in the end, it was her choice. She liked it, and with Tristan and Sasha’s help, she learned to start thinking and speaking for herself. So, it was odd to hear both men dominantly shout the word no to her.
“Excuse me?”
Tristan walked over to her and said, “Baby, we just got here. Let’s stay the rest of the week. I have so many things I want to show you.”
“Like what, the blue water, the green trees, the bed? Because I don’t see much more than that, Tristan. We’re on a damn island. We are the only ones here!”
“Listen to him, Violet. You’ll love it there,” Sasha said, trying to help persuade her.
“I love our new house. I love Treasure Cove, and I’d really love it if you two would tell me what the hell is going on!” Violet said, her voice rising as she stomped her foot.
“Baby, please calm down,” Tristan replied, and that was the moment she really lost her shit. Well, she didn’t know if someone could really lose their shit, but when Tristan said calm down, something inside of her snapped. For most of her life, she’d been bubble wrapped and protected. She wasn’t made of glass. She could handle anything, if she knew all the information. What she didn’t like was knowing nothing and having everyone around her make decisions for her, and she refused to stand for it anymore.
“I’m tired of everyone coddling me. I’m not a child. If something is going on and it concerns me, I have a right to know what it is. Now, since the two of you are determined to keep this from me, I am going home. Here,” Violet said shoving the phone at Tristan. “Maybe the two of you can enjoy this vacation together.”
Tristan stood slack-jawed as Violet stormed out of the room, slamming the bathroom door behind her. He’d never seen her pissed before and if he was going to be honest, she was fucking hot when she got her mad on. Damn, he was horny again.
“Tristan!” he heard Sasha’s voice shouting and raised the phone to his ear. “Damn, she was something else. You should have seen her, Sasha. Her face got all red and her eyes lit up like fireworks. Our woman has a temper on her.”
“So there’s no talking to her?”
“Uh, I’m more worried about her letting me on the plane with her, and no, there is no talking to her. She’s coming home, so you best let everyone know. Call Jasper and Hoyt. Tell them, they’re on security detail.”
“She’s not going to like being followed.”
“I don’t give a damn. If she wants to go home, she’s just going to have to deal with it until we catch my brother and this jackass Pavlov is in jail. Until then, when we’re not with her, Jasper and Hoyt will be.”
“I better start making some calls. Good luck,” Sasha said.
Chuckling, Tristan replied, “Thanks, man, I think I’m going to n
eed it.”
Chapter Eleven
“So explain to me again why we’re waiting for your sister?” Steven Conner asked his wife through the phone. She was comfortably sitting at home in front of a fire, while he and his brother Neil stood on the tarmac in the pouring rain.
“Because she knows those two idiots have been hiding something from her.”
“But you know, too?” Steven said, confused.
“I know that!” Hazel replied angrily. “But she doesn’t know that. Besides, if you want to get technical, everyone knows.”
“But Violet doesn’t.”
“Exactly!”
“Am I supposed to tell her?” Steven asked, praying he wasn’t the messenger.
“No, you just need to pick her up.”
“But I know,” he questioned.
“I know you know, so does Neil.”
“Does Charlotte know?”
“Everyone knows,” Hazel said, her voice getting real snippy.
“But Violet doesn’t?”
“Yes, she doesn’t know.”
“I’m so confused,” Steven groaned as the rain pelted the back of his slicker.
“Just bring my sister home, Steven, that’s all you need to know.”
“But I know everything.”
“I know!” Hazel shouted at him. “You know, I know, Neil knows, everyone knows.”
“But Violet doesn’t know?”
“We’ve established that already. Violet is the only one who doesn’t know.” Hazel sighed, then said before hanging up the phone, “Just bring her home and I’ll take care of everything else.”
Closing his phone, Steven slipped it into his coat pocket and groaned. He hated this cloak and dagger shit. Really hated it, but not as much as standing in the damn rain. God knew what his strong-willed, obstinate wife was doing at home. For all he knew she was having the ranch hands set up a military barricade to prohibit trespassers, or worse, shoot on sight. Living with Hazel was an adventure. He never knew what his hotheaded redhead was going to do next, but he had learned since being with her to expect the unexpected. However, if she even stepped one foot in the horse barn, he was going to whip her ass. No one messed with his horses, especially Satan!
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