by Hope Ford
He reaches over and kisses my forehead before getting out of the SUV. I watch him come around and open the door before he helps me out. He had driven me to my house and walked with me room to room while I packed a bag. Not once since he found me has he let me out of his sight. He acts like if he does I’m going to run away again, and I know I need to put that thought out of his head. “I’m not going to run again. I promise that at the end of the three days, I’ll tell you before I go back into town. I’m not going to disappear again.”
His hand tightens on me, and a part of me can tell that he doesn’t completely trust me. “That’s a nice thought, Vi. But I know you’re not going to disappear again. At the end of the three days you’re going to be convinced that I’m the only man you want.”
My brows furrow. “You have it all wrong, Josh. I know you’re the man I want. I knew it two months ago. But it’s not meant to be with us... I’m too...”
He rolls his eyes and pulls me toward the house. “You’re not too old. What is your hang-up with the age thing? It’s six years... it’s nothing.”
I could argue with him, but he just unlocked the door and led me into the house. “Oh my God!”
As soon as you walk in, you’re in the living room where a wall of windows shows the most beautiful image of the lake. It’s breathtaking. Josh is standing behind me with his arms around my shoulders. We stand just like that for I don’t know how long until he leans down and gives me the biggest surprise of my life. “I love you, Violet Chambers.”
My gasp of surprise is loud, and I turn in his arms as I back away. “What? You can’t love me...”
He doesn’t let me get far. He follows me. No matter which direction I step, he follows me, always keeping me within arm’s length. “Stop,” he commands and puts his hand around the base of my neck.
I finally stop moving and stare up at him. I never dreamed he would say the “L” word.
“I love you, Violet. I’ve loved you since I ran into you outside the gas station and you didn’t have a clue who I was. I loved you when you agreed to cook dinner for a little boy you didn’t even know and still haven’t taken payment for it. I love the way you feel underneath me, on top of me, fuck, I love the way you look at me. Since you walked out of my life, nothing has mattered to me except getting you back. I don’t care about football, I don’t care about anything except proving to you that we belong together. I’ll wait as long as I need to for you to feel the same way. I can’t lose you. Not again.”
He’s holding me so tight I can barely breathe. Speechless, I stare back at him. I could tell him the same thing. I fell in love with him that night in Jasper. The way he talked to Trevor and the way he made that little boy’s dreams come true. The way he held me in his arms and brought me to orgasm over and over again. And even in the drive-thru wedding chapel when he put the big, beautiful ring on my finger, promising to love me forever.... I felt it then. But I couldn’t believe it was real. I just couldn’t.
I still don’t.
But I do know that I need him more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life.
“Fuck me, Josh,” I mutter to him.
His eyes darken, and he shakes his head. “I can’t. I won’t fuck you, baby. But I’ll make love to you.”
He pulls me up into his arms and carries me through the house. He never lets me go. Even when he lays me back on the bed, he follows me down and lies on top of me. I undress quickly, and he kisses every inch of me. His lips burn a path across my flesh, and when I can’t take it anymore, I pull and yank at his clothes until we’re finally lying next to each other, skin to skin.
“What is it?” he asks.
I’ve been quiet as he’s explored my body, and now we’re so close to him taking me, but all I can do is look into his eyes with a question burning inside me.
“Tell me,” he says as his finger draws a circle around my nipple. It’s almost impossible to think straight.
“I want to believe...”
But before I get it all out, his face comes within inches of mine. “Believe it, baby. Believe that together we can do anything... we can be anything.”
He’s moved over top of me. His large body brings a comfort I’ve never felt before. His cock is hard and thick between us, and he’s sliding between my thighs. I put my hands on his back and bring him to me, forcing his weight to lie on me heavily. “Make love to me, Josh. Please?”
He moans as he lowers his lips to mine. His kiss is demanding, and he slides his hand between us, down my belly and parts my wet, swollen lips. His thumb strokes across my clit and I flex my hips, riding his hand. Already, I’m so close. I’ve craved his touch for months, and to actually experience it now is just too much.
“I need you,” he grunts into my neck. He’s kissing me, and it’s driving me wild.
I drag my nails down his back and cup his ass, urging him to do it. “Take me. Please, take me, Josh.” I open my legs wider, and he slides into me until he’s buried balls deep. I throw my head back as he takes long thrusts inside me. “Yes. Yes,” I moan.
His fingers work magic on my swollen bundle of nerves as he moves in and out of me. “Don’t stop,” I beg him.
“Come for me, baby. Take what you want. It’s yours.”
My body locks up, and every muscle strains tight. My orgasm rolls through me, and I milk his cock as he shoots stream after stream of his cum deep into my womb.
I’m quiet as he pulls out of me. He disappears into the bathroom, and when he comes out, he has a warm cloth in his hand. I try to take it from him, but he shakes me off. “I got it.”
He washes between my legs, and the intimacy in that simple act goes straight to my racing heart. He tosses the cloth into the basket and then dries me off before lying down in bed next to me. He pulls me into his arms. “I didn’t even think to pull out. I’m clean, though; I want you to know that.”
I make a squeaking sound because I know I should say it. I know I need to tell him.
I turn in his arms and look at him. He looks the same as he did the day I met him, strong, virile, and handsome, but today he looks different.
“You look tired.”
He yawns. “I was on a red-eye last night. I got your papers this morning and came straight to you, so yeah, I haven’t slept in over twenty-four hours.”
“Oh no, that’s not good, Josh. Go to sleep. We can talk tomorrow.”
He yawns and shakes his head. “No, I’m fine. We need to talk.”
I scoot closer to him and lay my head on his chest. His arms tighten around me, and I can already hear his breathing start to flatten out. “It’s okay. We’ll talk in the morning.”
Only seconds go by, and he’s out. But his hold on me never loosens.
Josh
I rise up in an instant and look around the strange room. She’s gone. Again she’s gone.
I roll out of the bed and stand up. “Violet,” I holler.
I stride out of the bedroom, down the hall and to the living room. From there, I can see her on the back porch, drinking coffee from a mug. I breathe out a sigh of relief and walk out to her. She gasps, her eyes wide when she sees the state I’m in. I’m naked, my cock thick and heavy bobbing between my legs as I walk toward her. She sets the mug down on the table. “Josh, what are you doing?”
I pick her up from the chair and sit down with her on my lap. She’s straddling me, her long T-shirt high on her thighs. “I thought you left me.”
I’m watching where my cock is rubbing along her panty-covered core. My precum is either soaking her panties or they were already wet. “Are you wet, Violet? Have you been thinking of me?”
She doesn’t answer me. She puts her hand on the side of my face and forces me to look at her. “I told you I wouldn’t leave again. Not without talking to you first. I saw that look in your eyes. You thought I bailed on you.”
I stare back at her guiltily because she’s right. I didn’t believe her. I thought for sure she’d left me. I pull her panties to
the side and slide my dick through her folds. She raises up and then impales herself on it. Up and down she moves, and I put my hands on her hips to guide her over me. She’s moving front to back, side to side, looking for that perfect combination that will bring her to orgasm. I grip her hips tightly, stopping her. “Tell me the truth. Are you wet because you were thinking of me? Were you thinking about sitting on my cock and making me come again?”
She moans, nodding her head. “Yes. For two months now, that’s all I’ve thought about. I need you, Josh. Make me feel good.”
I lift my hips to meet hers. Our movements, which were once rigid and controlled, are now frenzied and wild. She moans, and I drive deeper. She cries out, and I bite softly on her nipple. I want her pleasure and her pain. I want it all.
“I’m coming,” she mutters as her pussy climaxes all around me. I come then, with her fully seated on top of me. I don’t even attempt to pull out. I want her pregnant. I want her tied to me forever.
7
Violet
Three days have never gone by so fast. We talked, we made love, and we talked some more. It’s like Josh wanted to fit in every question about my whole life in only a few days. By day three he had my mom’s, dad’s, and brother’s names and numbers memorized. He knows the name of the culinary school I graduated from. He knows all my dreams and desires. He knows it all. Well, everything except the one thing that he deserves to know. The thing that I’m holding back until I know what kind of future this is going to be.
This is our last night together. Josh has to leave early in the morning to go back to Jasper to get ready for his game tomorrow night. I keep waiting for him to bring up the future, but he doesn’t. We agreed to three days, and so far he hasn’t asked for more.
The only thing that’s bothering me is that he doesn’t even seem to be worried about the future and what it holds. Well, if he is, he’s not saying anything about it. Maybe he’s changed his mind. We don’t have sex. As a matter of fact, he just holds me all night long, and when morning comes, he wakes me up with his frantic pacing next to the bed.
I barely open my eyes. “Are you all right?”
He tells me he has to go. “I left you a ticket at the window.”
I lean up on my elbows. “You want me to come to your game?”
He looks at me like I’m crazy. “Of course I want you to come to my game. All of them if you will, but I know you have a business to run. But yeah, I definitely want you at tonight’s game. It’s the big one. After that, I have some time off and we can talk.”
I nod, but that doesn’t seem to calm him. He finally stops pacing and drops down on the edge of the bed next to me. He’s in sweatpants and a T-shirt. He’s ready to leave, and I don’t know if I’m ready for it.
I put my hand on his thigh and feel his muscles flex under my palm. “What is it?”
“You promised you would talk to me before you walked out on me again.”
“Josh, you can’t keep throwing that in my face. I’ve apologized for that and told you I wouldn’t do it again. At some point, you’re going to have to just trust me.”
He looks at me with regret. “I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t keep bringing it up, but it killed me when you left like that.”
He stands up and pulls me to the edge of the bed. His hands are rough on my skin as he raises my shirt up. I’m bare breasted, and his eyes move all over my body. His jaw is pulled tight, and there’s a tiny vein twitching in his forehead. He acts as if he’s a man about to lose control. “You don’t understand. I thought three days would be enough to convince you what you mean to me. I need more time.”
His touch is commanding as he cups my breast and tweaks my nipples. They’re so sensitive, and I jerk at his touch. “You have a game to play.”
He rips my panties down the side and lets them fall to the floor. He pulls his sweats and underwear down his legs. He grips the outside of my thighs and positions himself over top of me. “Tell me you’ll be at the game.”
I nod, but that isn’t good enough. His cock is heavy between us, and he slides back and forth over my slit. It feels good, but I need him inside me.
“Promise me,” he says.
I lift my hips. “I promise you. I’ll be at your game tonight.”
In one quick thrust, he plows into me. There’s nothing sweet about this. I can feel the need to possess me rage inside him. He grips me almost painfully as he roots in and out. “Mine. Mine. Mine.” The sweet lovemaking from the day before is gone. This is primal and raw. His gaze never falters as he stares into my eyes. He repeats the words over and over until we both orgasm and he falls breathless on top of me.
His phone rings, but he doesn’t pick it up. He pulls his pants back up. “Are you coming tonight?”
I nod. “I’ll be there.” I haven’t worked out who will work the diner, but I know if I have to, I can call my brother. He’ll cover for me if I need him to.
Josh nods and kisses me. “Love you.”
I could say the words right now, but I hold back. I can’t tell him. Not until I’ve told him everything. So instead of professing my love, I ask him the first thing that comes to mind. “You’re not going to clean up before you go?”
He shakes his head. “No, I like having you on me.”
He doesn’t wait for a response. He walks out of the door, and a few seconds later, the front door opens and closes again.
A mere minute after he leaves, I start to second-guess myself. But I know I have to go. I promised him I would, and I can’t backtrack now.
The day flies by, and before I know it, I’m at the stadium trying to find my way. I stop at the will call window. “Hi. Josh Chambers left me a ticket.”
The woman behind the window smiles at me. “Sure. What’s your name?”
“Violet... uh Violet Chambers.” I can feel my face heat at the way the woman stares at me, no doubt trying to figure out who I am.
“Yes, I have it right here.” She pulls a ticket out of a box with a lanyard also. She hands them both over to me. “The ticket will get you to your seat. The lanyard will get you anywhere else you want to go.”
I thank her and put the lanyard around my neck as I walk through the tunnel. An usher spots me and takes me to my seat. I find out that I’m in a section with a lot of the players’ wives. We’re close, and somehow I ended up with a seat on the front row. As far as I know, these tickets have been sold out forever. My brother is going to freak out when he finds out I’m here.
I’ve never watched a lot of football. Any time I have watched it, it’s been more for the commercials. But since I met Josh two months ago, he hasn’t played one game without me glued to the television screen. I’m searching for him on the field, when he spots me and jogs over. I stand up and lean over the wall in front of me. “Hey you.”
He steps up and kisses me. “Hey you.” He’s smiling and obviously happy that I’m here. “I’m glad you’re here. You going home with me after this?”
My smile falters for just a second, but it’s enough for his smile to drop. “What?”
I reach out and grab his forearm because that’s all I can reach. “There’s something I have to tell you.”
His jaw clenches. “Tell me now.”
I shake my head and look around. “I can’t tell you now, not like this. I promise I’ll tell you after the game.”
He turns his arm and moves his hand to mine. His hold is possessive. “After you tell me what you want to tell me, are you coming home with me?”
I think about it. I know that’s what I want. I have no doubt about how I feel. “If you still want me to, I will.”
That seems to appease him because he leans in for another kiss. His kiss goes on until the people around us are hooting and hollering, and I can see the blinding camera lights as people take our picture. “There’s no doubt in my mind. Nothing you can say will change how I feel about you. I want you with me tonight... and always. Now I’m going to go win a ball game. I’ll see you so
on.”
And I find as the night goes on, he wasn’t lying. He has a record game. Everyone, even the announcers are talking about him being on fire tonight. And by the end of the night there’s a burn in my belly because every time there’s a whistle called in time out, he looks up in the stands at me and smiles. Every. Damn. Time.
The anxiety of what I need to tell him is overwhelming but only because I don’t know how he’s going to react. And when the last buzzer rings, indicating the game is over, I can feel the queasiness of what’s about to happen rise in my throat.
I can’t make it to the bathroom. The crowd is crazy, and no one will let me by. I get as far up the steps as I can, and I know I won’t make it. I find the nearest trash can and heave over top of it. People are laughing and having a good time around me. I hear someone say, “Drink another one.” Obviously, everyone thinks I’ve drunk too much when in fact I haven’t touched a drop. When I think I’m finished, I stand up and put my hands on the side of the railing. I dig a water and a mint out of my purse and rinse my mouth out before chewing the minty breath freshener. I pop in another one, already feeling it settle my stomach.
I’m still concentrating on my breathing when I look back to the field. Josh is surrounded by people. There are scantily clad women all around him, vying for his attention. I watch him closely. He’s not smiling. He’s looking at my empty seat before his eyes frantically start to search for me. He’s pushing his way through the crowd, and when he spots me a few feet up, hands on the railing, next to the trash can, he surprises me and everyone else as he jumps up to the stadium seats and climbs up to where I’m standing. He stops in front of me before pulling me to the side away from the traffic of people pushing their way through. A lot of them have stopped to stare at us, but Josh doesn’t seem to care.
“Are you sick?” he asks, concern etched on his face.