“Hey, there’s a tropical island I’ve had my eye on,” Dave added. “And my birthday’s coming up.”
“Go fuck yourself,” I called over my shoulder, amiably, and we all laughed as Violet and I headed to my truck. That seemed to be the biggest fallout from people finding out about my moneyed background. I got some grief over it. But other than that, people still seemed to accept me for who I was now. I liked that outcome just fine.
Violet settled in next to me in the cab of my truck with her dress scrunched up all high on her thighs. God bless a warm spring night. She buckled and started straightening out the material, covering her skin.
“What are you doing there?” I asked her. “You’re ruining my view.”
“Oh, sorry,” she laughed. “I thought you’d be driving.”
“I can multi-task.” I rested a hand on her creamy exposed thigh as I drove us out of the party.
“Me? I just have a one-track mind.” That saucy minx shifted her body closer to me and worked her hand over to my jeans, up my thigh and over to the rapidly-forming bulge in my jeans. “Mmm,” she murmured appreciatively, already testing my ability to focus on two things at once. “I love how big you are.”
Her hand found the outline of my cock and followed it, tracing the stiff ridge, caressing it as it grew longer and harder under her touch. I adjusted myself, trying to somehow create more space by moving my legs but that didn’t do a damn thing. Once a party got started down there, there was only one good way to end it.
Her fingers found the button of my jeans and slipped it open. I grit my teeth as she moved in closer and slid my zipper down. Her silky hair brushed against my arm and I felt the soft pressure of her breast against my bicep.
“We’re not going to make it home if you keep that up,” I warned her. In fact, we were awfully close to Gary’s house, the very first place I’d ever made her come. Tucked away on the dark side of the road really had its benefits. Vermont had way more trees than people, which left a whole hell of a lot of places where we could get up to no good without much risk of getting caught.
She stroked me through my boxers now, gaining more access but still not enough. I pulled over into a place where we were tucked into darkness, covered up as good as under a big blanket.
“I warned you,” I told her as she unbuckled, and I pulled her over into my lap.
“Was that a warning? I thought it was a promise,” she teased back, kissing me urgently, hungrily.
“I was going to take you to my bed and give you a good, sound fucking.” My hands on her hips, I rocked her into me while I licked her throat and sucked her. She moaned, tilting her head back, one hand up along my chest, the other impatiently pulling down the waistband of my boxers.
“You can still do that later,” she told me. I liked how this woman thought. “Oh, and I have a fantasy.” She sat up, smiling at me mischievously.
“Yeah?” I asked, all ears.
“You know how you sometimes work shirtless in your workshop. Like, with the metalworking helmet?”
I nodded. I remembered one time after we’d first met she’d walked in on me when I’d been doing just that. I also remembered what I’d wanted to do to her that day, but her phone and my phone had conspired against us.
“OK, so you’re wearing the helmet.” She ground her hips against me and kissed me, her tongue licking and teasing. “And you have no shirt on.” She reached down and pulled my shirt right up and off my head. Her hands on my shoulders, down my pecs, I let her explore, enjoying seeing how much the feel of me turned her on.
Two could play at that game. Her dress had an elastic neck opening, perfect for easy on, easy off, or easy pull down around her shoulders. She wore a strapless bra underneath, her breasts pushed up into two creamy mounds. I dove right in, licking, finding her stiff nipples through the silk.
She groaned and pushed against me, moving her pussy over to my cock so she could grind. “I’d come up to you, in the middle of you working. And I’d strip down naked, get on my knees and take your cock right into my mouth.”
As she spoke, she grasped my shaft in her hand, clutching me, stroking.
“Would you like that?” she asked in a husky whisper, working me in a slow rhythm with her hand while she pressed against me with her pussy.
Would I like her dropping down and taking me into her hot, wet, eager mouth? “Hell, yeah,” I murmured, licking and kissing my way down her chest to her breasts. I unclasped her bra and they spilled out, ripe and mine for the taking. “But I might also have to push you down over my table and spank you for disturbing my work.”
I cupped her breast and massaged it, licking and teasing the sensitive nipple with my tongue. With my thumb I found her pussy, dripping wet for me and needy. “You’d probably need to get fucked hard over the table, too.”
She groaned, eyes closed, lost in the fantasy. I pulled at her panties, hearing a rip. Happened all the time. She giggled a second at losing yet another pair, but then her eyes widened as she straddled me and I positioned her right over my cock.
“Show me how you want it,” I told her, my hands on her hips, her dress bunched around her waist.
She lowered herself down, all in a swift motion though she had to stop halfway down my cock. Her mouth and eyes wide open as she adjusted to my size, I swear it made me even bigger, watching the effort it took to take me in, seeing how much she wanted to do it. She didn’t stop until she’d worked her way all the way down on my cock, crying out and leaning back into my hands as I filled her to the hilt.
“Yes!” she screamed as she started moving, pumping up and down on my shaft, her slick wetness coating us.
“That’s it.” I feasted on her as she moved, sucking her breasts, licking her throat, my hands firmly gripping her ass cheeks. I rolled into her, thrusting and getting just the right angle, but I let her set the pace. She liked it wild, gaining momentum, her hands reaching up to clutch my shoulders, her nipples grazing my chest.
We fogged up the windows of my truck, her grunts mingling with my groans, a light sheen of sweat glistening on our skin as she rode me.
“Heath! Heath!” she started panting as I felt her quiver and tense up, her thighs gripping my hips.
“Ride me till you come, baby.” I guided her up and down on my cock, my hand down to play with her clit. “Come for me.”
Reaching up and pushing against the roof of my truck, she shoved her pussy down all the way and came, her orgasm rushing up through her like an explosion. My cock joined right in the party, so deep inside her, as I came hot and full.
“Oooh,” she moaned, wracked by a few more shudders as she settled down in my lap. “That felt so good.”
“I’m happy to play out your fantasies any time you want,” I assured her, holding her close.
Because she sure the hell was my fantasy. The woman I never thought I’d find. I should write a thank-you letter to the Fame! Network for sending her to me that stormy January night in a MINI convertible. Had she not
showed up stranded and in need that night in Dave’s bar, I knew I’d be exactly where I was before, a whole lot like a bear in hibernation. It wasn’t a bad life, but it was nothing like this.
I buried myself in her hair, stroking her golden locks. She sighed against me, her head nestled in the crook of my neck, completely content.
I didn’t want to rush things, but I knew. Deep inside, I knew she was the one. Next month, she’d meet everyone in my family at Ash’s wedding, including my gram. I usually dreaded those kinds of things, but knowing Violet would be by my side I almost found myself looking forward to it.
I’d caved and agreed to be Ash’s best man. After he and Ana helped me out, putting me up for weeks without batting an eye, hooking me up with restaurants and hotel rooms for me and my girl, all my reasons for not wanting to be involved had started seeming pretty childish. They were good people. I was lucky to have them in my life.
I guessed that was the thing about family, you were in it for the long haul. You might go through rough patches—and I’d had those with both my brothers. But maybe it was time for a whole new chapter, yes still living life on my own terms but not so on my own anymore. Maybe things weren’t as black and white as I’d always thought. As it turned out, life was more fun in a spectrum of color. Violet had shown me that.
CHAPTER 25
Violet
Who was that over there on the dance floor shaking his tail feathers with my mom? He looked an awful lot like George Clooney. Could it be Clooney? But he was still married to that woman, wasn’t he? Either way, Mom was having the time of her life, shaking her moneymaker with one hell of a silver fox. Way to go, Mom.
Ash and Ana had insisted on inviting her to their wedding. I’d protested at first, out of instinct. It was nice of them to suggest it, but weddings were ridiculously expensive and Ash had a huge family. They didn’t need to invite Heath’s girlfriend’s mom on top of everyone else. I’d done enough events to know, caterers, equipment rentals, DJs, everyone tripled their price once they heard it was a wedding.