by Bree Rivers
Growling, he stared at her gorgeous pink pussy. Shaved and perfect for everything he wanted to do. He could see her glistening folds from her eagerness for this, and he was more than prepared to give it to her. One single lick from her hole to her clit made her scream.
And Davis did exactly what he wanted since the night he stumbled on her in the club trying on a sub’s outfit.
He feasted.
HIS HAND SPRAWLED HER on his body, her legs falling open on either side of his face, as his iron-tight grip kept her right where he needed her. On his mouth where he could continue to feed. His lips swirling over her opening, his tongue delving into her channel. Violet kept trying to get away from him. One orgasm was crashing into the last so fast she was losing her ability to think ... to breathe ... to live. Violet scrambled at the cushions trying to get away, using her knees to try and gain leverage, but he just clasped her legs tighter to hold her where he wanted.
Desperate, her body twitching from the force of electric impulses her clit was sending into her breasts, her arms, her legs, her mind; Violet realized she had one way to get some kind of control.
Her hands clawed at his jeans. She wanted his cock n her mouth. He wouldn’t let her body go, he wouldn’t stop inflicting one brain exploding orgasm after another, but she could do the same to him. If he weren’t willing to fill her with his dick, she’d get his dick inside of her one way or another.
The button freed, she carefully worked the zipper down. His cock was so engorged it was pushing out the metal tracks, and she didn’t want to take the slightest chance she’d nip him. When he was clear, and the great velvet covered steel was before her, she groaned with pleasure right before she screamed with her release as Davis shoved three fingers inside her.
Recognizing what she was doing, he lifted his hips to help her get his jeans down. Once his hips were free, she reached down to cup his balls and rotate them as her tongue licked the fluid from his head, taking the time to delve into the slit. He was delicious. Male and salt and cream and so much danger.
She was instantly addicted.
Her lips stretched to get over his head, and she slid down his length as far as she could without gagging. Violet wrapped both of her hands around his shaft, using the friction of her fist to keep him satisfied.
Davis guessed what she was doing and reached down to wrench her hands away from his cock. “We both know you can take me, Precious.”
Violet whimpered as he held both of her arms behind her back in one of his fists, while the other went back to delve into her soaking channel. When she didn’t immediately return to his cock, he used his wet hand to smack her ass. Her mouth opened and her lips slid down his length. When he hit the back of her throat, she started to swallow. Davis’s mouth went back to her clit, suckling, as his wet fingers breached her ass with one hard shove. Her swallowing increased, and she was able to get him all the way in.
She didn’t think she could come again and was trying to get him to. She needed to feel his hot jets fill her mouth. Violet was desperate to know she’d turned this man into a shuddering mess just as he had done to her. She had no hands to use, so her knees were all that aided her and her neck to get her mouth up and down his shaft. She squeezed her lips tight around his cock on the way down and then ran her tongue up the sensitive side of his dick on the way up.
Davis’s balls shuddered, and he groaned around her clit as his deck exploded in her mouth. He twisted the fingers in her ass and hit some secret spot within her that made her start to join her and then scrapped his teeth over her bulging pulsing clit causing her to scream with her release.
Violet came to feeling her body repositioned on the couch. Davis was beneath her again, but his head was next to her cheek. She realized she was draped over him like a blanket.
“You do know how to turn me inside out, Precious.” Davis ran his hand down her spine.
“I’m not the one sticking fingers in your ass.”
His chuckles would have sent her tumbling to the ground, but he wrapped his arms around her to keep him on top. “Wait until it’s my cock.”
“We’re going to have to talk about that.”
“No, we don’t.” Davis sat up, moving her legs, so she was now sitting on him face-to-face, pulling her up to her knees and positioning her above his dick.
“I should go check on Daisy in the hospital.”
“Sure ...” Davis gave her a slow, sure smile that made her pussy clench in anticipation. “Let’s talk about this first.” He rubbed his cock in the cream still covering her pussy and groaned. Manifesting a condom like a magician, Davis quickly sheathed his hardness. “And then the hospital.”
Violet threw her head back as she rotated her hips so that her clit would ride his dick and get her a small orgasm to start, but he used his free hand to push her away. “Davis, don’t be mean. And I’m going to the hospital by myself.”
“As long as you don’t come without my help.” Davis pulled her down, sheathing his cock inside of her with one hard jerk.
“Like that’s possible,” she said before losing her ability to talk or even think at all.
Chapter 16 – After
The water was clean, crisp against her skin. She kept her arms moving until the burn of her muscles became so great she knew she had to stop. These morning swims were the key to pushing the lingering noxious fog of her dreams out of her mind. She didn’t know if it was the coldness of the water or the heat it built in her limbs. All Violet was sure about was how effective it was.
It wasn’t until she floated on her back to rest that she felt the eyes on her.
She dove beneath the water to swim to the floating dock in the center of the lake. Holding onto the wood planks, she could make out Kane at the water’s edge. “You scared me.”
“Apologies. I wanted to talk.”
“It couldn’t wait until after?”
Kane held out a large white towel. “I thought we could use some privacy.”
She joined him slowly, giving her heart time to calm. “You guys don’t have cameras by the lake?”
“Not really. And not nearly enough.”
When Violet drew near, Kane didn’t hand her the towel. Instead, he wrapped it around her body. His hands ruffled the cloth against her skin. “Violet, you’re practically blue. Why would you stay in for so long?”
“It helps.”
“Get rid of the night terrors?”
“Yeah.” She pulled the towel out of his grasp and sat down on the overturned log she’d been using as a makeshift bench. “If you’re done with me, Kane—”
“Done with you? What the hell does that mean?”
She closed her eyes, unable to take the expression of hurt confusion on his face. “After last night I wouldn’t blame you. Look, Kane, I’ve listened to all the therapists Doctor Shane paraded past me and read all the literature I could find on PTSD. It never goes away. There’s no cure. You just learn to live with it.”
“Violet,” he sat next to her, “what are you talking about?”
“I don’t like being touched. I’ll probably never like being touched. I’m not going to change and you guys ... well, you guys have been great, but it’s time to pack it in. Go find yourselves some other—” The sob that cut her off made her eyes bulge with surprise. Even the thought of Kane and Davis with someone else made her heart scream with sudden agony.
“Crap.” Kane put his arm around her and gently rubbed her upper arm. “Violet, don’t cry. Please don’t cry. We’re not going anywhere. What would possibly indicate to you we’d give up on us like that?”
“I threw up.”
“Yeah,” Kane chuckled. “That was gross. But these things happen, sweeting.”
“No, they don’t. God, how are you even looking at me?”
“Sweeting, I was worried you were upset with me!”
“What? Why would I be?”
“You wanted me to stop, and I didn’t.”
The two of them stared into
each other’s eyes as they tried to process their emotions. Davis’ laughter broke their freeze. “It’s about time.”
“Did you know?” Violet asked Davis.
“Of course I did.”
“So you really don’t blame me?” Violet reached out a hand to grasp Kane’s.
“No. Shit, no. Do you blame me?”
“I can see I’m the one who’s going to be the voice of reason in this relationship.” Davis folded his arms over his chest. “That’s a new role for me.”
Kane narrowed his eyes. “I’m vaguely uncomfortable with this idea.”
“Oh, it’s a fact.”
“So you guys don’t want to just be done with me?”
“No,” both guys yelled at her.
“What do we do?”
“I have some ideas.” When Violet and Kane both turned to him in surprise, Davis shook his head. “You guys remember I was in the army for a long time before I joined in with Gray, right? I’ve seen PTSD, and I watched the tape of what happened last night pretty closely.”
“What’d you suggest?” Violet asked Davis.
“Stand up, sweetheart.” When she did, Davis positioned Kane in front of her as he stood behind. “You freaked out when Kane was on top of you. Until then, you were fully and happily into what was happening.”
“So what’s the plan for right now?” Kane asked.
Davis shrugged. “I want to see if it’s anyone on her, or just when she’s on her back.”
“You think anything that reminds me of what happened ...”
Davis turned her around, so she faced him, and cupped her cheeks in his hands. “Sweetheart, I think when you feel out of control you flashback to that moment in the warehouse.”
"Our lifestyle is all about control," Kane said.
"I know that," Violet rubbed her body against him.
"Let's try a little experiment, my Precious."
“Just do what you’re going to do.”
“No, wait.” Kane put his hands on her shoulders and squeezed. “D, if this is going to make her flashback I don’t want any part of it. Besides, we both know she doesn’t have anything left in her stomach to throw up.”
“God,” she covered her face with both hands. “I’m not gonna puke again, am I?”
“I don’t think you will.” Davis wrenched her forward and hugged her. His arms were wrapped around her body tightly, his smell filled her lungs and made her smile. She remembered being with him in the club that night. The one night they had together at her tiny apartment. She relaxed into his hold and smiled. “Now you, Kane.”
The next sensation to hit her was Kane’s arms, wrapped around her from behind. She could feel every plane of his body, his arousal pressing into her ass.
Nothing happened. Other than her body definitely got warm. Fast.
“Good.” Davis squeezed her shoulders again. “Let’s go.”
“Go where?”
Davis shrugged, “We have visitors.”
DAVIS STAYED PERCHED on the edge of his chair while he waited for Kane to bring Violet back from the lake house where she went to change. Everyone just showed up this morning. Someone had decided that it was time for them to have a mini-celebration, a late one to honor Daisy’s engagement. So Lara, Ivy, and Daisy arrived with husbands in tow, all of their arms laden with containers of food.
“This is a surprise,” Kane said as he held open the gate for Violet.
“We have one of our own,” Violet juggled the suit bag in her arms. When everyone turned to her, she froze as her cheeks filled with color. “I ... I ... You see, I thought since you were all here ...”
“Violet brought your dresses.”
“Kane!” Violet scowled at him. “I was going to tell them.”
“Sorry Sweet, but I never saw anyone in so much pain.”
All the guys laughed. Kane looked around, rolled his eyes, and gestured to the house. “Let me get you set up inside, and you ladies can have your fitting.”
“Why are they laughing?” Violet asked Kane softly.
Not softly enough, this just made everyone laugh harder. He shook his head at his friends. “Don’t ask, sweetheart. Our friends are assholes.”
The other women wandered after Violet, busy chatting about dress styles and fabrics. The men turned to get the meat, fish, and chicken onto the grill to go with the sides Ivy had already prepared. Kane wandered over to where Davis sat perched on the glider. “She good?”
“She is,” Kane told him. “I was surprised, but she was almost ... flirty.”
“That must be nice to see,” Davis smiled.
Gray handed out beers to both of them. “You two look like hell.”
“Isn’t it a little early for this?” Kane asked.
“Lunch isn’t early,” Gray shrugged. “You two just get up late.”
“Not all of us can be sadists who live to get up at the crack of dawn.”
“Well, speaking of sadism, I believe Lara and Ivy have a few suggestions for you two.” He chuckled when they both groaned. “Actually, more like a to-do list. They’ve insisted we get a cleaning service to fix up this place. West called already, and they’ll be here in the morning. Try to get up early enough to answer the door.”
Kane’s hand tightened on the neck of the bottle. “Better tend the grill, Commander. I’m pretty sure your meat’s burning.”
A round of jokes about the importance of protecting your meat naturally ensued.
“You guys, look!” Ivy and Lara came out of the house wearing the dresses Violet created. Davis had to admit that even he could tell Violet’s work was gorgeous. The two women had never looked better. He tuned the woman’s excited chattering with their men from his mind as his eyes stayed glued to the patio door waiting for Violet to rejoin them. He imagined she was still inside with Daisy as the other woman viewed her wedding dress for the first time.
He was pretty sure she loved it when she came running out of the house and threw herself into Roman’s arm with an excited squeal. “You like it?”
“I love it,” she yelled before kissing Roman.
Violet slipped out of the house and wandered over to Kane’s and his side. “Looks like you’re a hit,” Davis told her.
“Technically all she’s seen is some sketches and the muslin mock-up.”
He pointed to Daisy who was now in Bear’s arms and talking a mile a minute. “I don’t think she cares.”
Violet sat down between them and relaxed into their bodies. Davis caught Kane’s eye over her head, and they shared a smile of triumph. Another positive sign. “I ...” her voice trailed off, and she looked down. “I wondered ...”
“What’s wrong, Precious?”
“You guys said there were cameras in the house.”
“There are.” This time when Kane and Davis’ eyes met, they both shrugged because neither knew where she was going with this conversation.
“Can I see?”
Kane answered for them both. “Why not?”
Davis shook his head. “Let’s eat first, please.” Gray came with a plate loaded with food and handed it to Violet. “Don’t we get any?”
“Get your own,” Gray chuckled.
Violet giggled as she went to take a bite of sausage and Kane stole it from her fork. He joined his best friend in the crowd gathered around the barbecue. Once their plates are full, they returned to Violet on the couch. “I saved your place,” she moved her plate to her lap and seemed comfortable between them. The night went on with laughter and friends. He didn’t drink, not surprised that neither Violet or Kane did either. Tonight felt different. Special.
When they were saying goodbye to Lara and David, the final members of the party, she gestured to the trash strewn throughout the patio. “The cleaning crew will get it all in the morning.”
“Good,” Violet smiled. “I think we have other plans for tonight.”
His eyebrows rose, but David gave him a hard shake of his head to warn him not to speak. After they le
ft, he sighed at the rising moon. “We should get you home, Precious.”
“No,” she bit her lip. “I want to see the cameras.”
Kane and he both shrugged, but they complied. Kane took her hand and led her inside their temporary home, Davis followed. They entered the surveillance room, something they set up as soon as Shane mentioned that Violet would need to leave the hospital if she was going to finish healing. The far wall was covered with two rows of four monitors. The desk in front of it had little more than the computers that recorded the feeds, and the keypad. Davis leaned around Violet so he could toggle the views. Each monitor shows two views of a different area, and—
“You have cameras in my bedroom.”
Davis nodded. “You knew that, Precious.”
“Not my bathroom.”
“I think we felt you’d want the privacy,” Kane answered her.
“Violet ... does it bother you?” Davis shut down the monitors uncomfortable at the look in her eyes. “If it does—”
“No. It makes me feel ... good, actually.”
“Really?” Kane looked back and forth between them.
“Show me the rest of your house.” Violet’s voice was so soft it was barely a whisper. “Please.”
VIOLET LET THEM TUG her into the bedroom. She kept checking her mind for doubt. The hatch stayed firmly closed, the bad memories happily remained where they belonged. Davis moved without her realizing, and she felt crushed to a wall with his weight pressing her into ... not a wall. The immoveable surface behind her is actually Kane, based on the cock pressing into her ass. Craning up, she burrowed her face in Davis’ neck and took a deep breath of his soothing, spicy smell. He never failed to turn her insides into liquid and make her heart feel like it was cocooned. The headiest, sensual feeling of all was to be incredibly turned on and feel completely safe to share it with the person you were with.