Getting Real (Getting Some #3)(55)

“We are, Violet. We’re on the exact same page.”





CHAPTER FOURTEEN


Connor


I don’t take Violet back to her house after we leave The Piano Man. I’m not ready for our night to be over yet. Because I’m having too good of a time . . . and because Violet is just too damn cute when she’s wasted. We get to my house a little after midnight.

Aaron and Brayden are playing the great unifier—Call of Duty—on the Xbox in the living room with what sounds like a dozen other kids online. Spencer is already in bed.

I grab two bottles of water from the fridge and tell the boys, “Violet and I are going to watch TV in my room for a little while.”

“Yep,” Aaron answers, but with his fingers working double-time on the remote, I’m not sure it’s me he’s answering.

“Watch your six!” Brayden says into the headset.

And my work here is done. I lead Violet up the staircase.

I’m the master and commander of my internal time clock, so I’m not worried about falling asleep. Doctors have a legendary ability to immediately crash into REM sleep or to stay awake and alert for hours on end, depending on the circumstances.

I close my bedroom door and lock it—in case Vi wants to change into something more comfortable. And I honestly figure we’ll hang out, talk, maybe watch a movie.

Violet’s idea is so much better.

“Is it wrong that I want you to fuck me even though your kids are downstairs?”

My mouth goes dry and my voice rises an octave—from the stampede of blood descending toward my groin.

“Nope. Not wrong at all.”

Her smile is naughty and her eyes are dark and shiny, and she’s so frigging pretty she makes my chest throb.

Violet sinks down on her knees in front of me, keeping contact with my gaze. And there is nothing on earth that’s hotter—nothing more arousing than a woman who is hungry for you and not ashamed to show it.

She opens my jeans, tugging them down my hips and pumping the already stiff shaft. Then she slides my cock between her lips. My head rolls back on my neck as her tongue swirls, and her head bobs and the sweet suction of her wet mouth is so divine it’s like she’s trying to suck out my soul.

My hands clench and a surge of rough urgency rises in me. I lift Violet up under her arms and we kiss hard. I slip my fingers under the straps of her lacy sundress, sliding it down her arms to the floor. I bend my knees, kissing across the swell of her breasts, unhooking her strapless bra and letting it fall. Then I spin us around and place her on the bed.

She looks stunning there, her long hair across my pillows, laid out just for me.

And I know at this moment I could do anything to her. Because she trusts me. Completely and unreservedly. It’s there in her round, waiting eyes and splayed limbs. There’s nothing I could want to do to her that she wouldn’t let me.

It’s heady and humbling and makes me wild to please her. Worship her with my mouth and my dick and hands.

To show her that I’ll never let her down . . . I’ll never let her go.

I slide my hands up her smooth legs and bury my head between her thighs. She gasps when I press my mouth against her smooth, bare skin—nuzzling and lapping at her hot flesh in deep, slow licks. Her clit is firm and swelled when I encase it with my lips, sucking until her back arches and her hands tug at my hair.

“Connor, please,” she begs in a whisper. “Oh God, I need you.”

I lift up to my knees, giving my dick a few swift strokes because she likes to watch me do that. I rub the head up and down against her, groaning at the warm wetness, and then I press inside her.

Violet curves her back when I slide home, lifting her hips, letting me sink in deeper. I roll my hips, rubbing her clit with my pelvis, dragging one of those high-pitched little whimpers from her throat that make me crazy.

I brace my elbows on either side of her head and mold our bodies together—giving her my weight. I can feel her heart pounding against my chest, in the same rhythm as mine. Our noses brush and our breaths mingle but we don’t kiss. We look into each other’s eyes, breathing the same air.

And it’s so fucking intense.

I’m so deep inside her, her delicate muscles gripping me.

“Connor. . .”

My hips move faster—harder—in long slow jabs. I want to dip my head and feast on her breasts, suckle her until she moans. I want to kiss her mouth and give her my tongue. I want to let go and fuck her quick and rough until we’re both coming, good and glorious, at the same time.

But I don’t want to stop looking at her.

Soaking up every beautiful expression, watching those gorgeous brown eyes darken with need and adoration. Letting her see me, all of me, and all the things I feel for her.

Violet bites her lip, and her feet brace on the bed, lifting her hips—fucking herself up onto me.

“Connor. . .” she keens because she’s close. I can feel the flutter around me, the rhythmic clasping as she starts to go over the edge.

“Not yet,” I gasp, pumping smoothly.

“Please—” she grasps at my shoulders, my back.

“Not yet. If you come you’re going to take me with you and I don’t want it to end yet.”

“It’s so good,” she pants.

“Not yet, not yet.”