All Our Lives

by Violet Haze

  All Our Lives

  Luna #3

  An erotic romance

  by

  Violet Haze

  All Our Lives (Luna, #3) ©2014 by Violet Haze

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  First Edition: March 2014

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  WARNING:

  This book is an erotic romance, intended for adults only.

  If you are not age 16+ (UK) or 18+ (US), you may not be the intended audience of this book depending on your local laws.

  If you are not of age and continue, it’s with full knowledge and consent that this book may offend you or be age inappropriate.

  Also, this book is PART THREE of a series.

  Read parts ONE and TWO first!

  This is the FINAL book.

  ENJOY!

  To romance.

  To lovers, however you meet.

  To women who can take care of themselves.

  To men who want to be the one doing the taking care of.

  And to being rescued…

  The romance trope that almost always leads to a happy ever after.

  A mysterious past…

  An unpredictable future…

  A last chance to make everything right…

  STOP!

  This is PART THREE of a series.

  THIS IS THE FINAL BOOK!

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  <3 Violet Haze

  CHAPTER ONE

  That’s it.

  I’m a married woman.

  Here we are hours after our wedding, back at his— our? — house, and I can’t believe it.

  Tomorrow the real world will intervene.

  The papers to pay off the diner and make it mine will be given to the lawyer.

  An announcement of our marriage —along with a picture of us — will be released with enough information to keep people who are interested happy.

  I laughed when he’d said that would happen; how I’d go from being relatively unknown, to people being curious about me and wanting to know everything about the bride one exceedingly eligible bachelor chose, and proceeded to marry in relative secrecy.

  The pregnancy rumors will definitely swirl.

  As for me, well, they can dig all they want. I hope my lack of anything scandalous doesn’t bore them to death.

  I push all those thoughts aside as Tobias wraps his arms around my waist from behind and kisses my exposed shoulder.

  “Hello, wife.”

  That is about the twentieth time today he’s used the term. After the ceremony while answering questions, having our pictures taken, chatting during the reception, and even on the ride home, he simply referred to me as ‘wife’. I don’t know if he was training for an Olympic sport in it or what.

  “When will you return to calling me by my name?” I turn in his arms. “Hmm, husband?”

  He grins down at me before lowering his head and placing his lips on mine.

  Weeks. It’s been weeks since we’ve had sex thanks to his impromptu business trip. And I want sex. Badly.

  But, I have a plan and I can’t let him divert it.

  I pull away before he can deepen the kiss. I point across the room as confusion fills his face. He looks to see what I’m indicating, then turns back to me with one brow lifted.

  “What’s the chair for? You want tied up?”

  “No.” I shake my head, stepping back enough that he lets me go. “It’s for you. That is, if you want the something special I’ve planned.”

  His expression stays the same as he asks, “For me? You want to tie me to the chair? No way.”

  I hold up one of his ties. “Yes way. And it’s just your hands so you can’t touch.”

  “What if I promise I won’t?”

  “Nope.” I nod toward the chair. “Even if you will no doubt be able to get the tie off, I figure it will be a nice reminder to behave. Now take off your clothes and sit.”

  Tobias crosses his arms, the intense look he aims at me making me flush. “And if I don’t? If I take you over my knee and spank you for telling me to ‘sit’ like a dog instead?”

  Yes, please!

  I take a step in his direction, unbuttoning his shirt as I smile up at him. “If you don’t, well, I didn’t see a sentence anywhere in the agreement saying I’m required to have sex with you — at all.”

  At that, he frowns. “That’s cruel.”

  I laugh, mostly because I’ve never told him how much I need sex, and therefore, would never be able to go without. The weeks he’d been gone had been torture and I have no desire for a repeat. “You’re the one being difficult. I’m trying to get you naked.” Stepping up on tiptoe, I brush my lips against his before stepping back. “I’ll be right back. Be ready for me!”

  When I reach the door, I glance back in time to see him pulling off his shirt.

  Grinning, I head into the bathroom to prepare for giving Tobias a night he won’t forget.

  ~*~

  Tobias sits naked in the chair facing the bed.

  I shut the door behind me after entering and his body tenses. He doesn’t look my way as I walk closer, swiping the tie from atop the dresser before standing behind him. I squat down and, without me even saying a word, he places his hands around the back of the chair, one palm cupping the other hand. I tie him enough that he is deterred, but able to get himself out with enough effort.

  I count on him getting free anyway, but he doesn’t know that.

  Grinning, I rise and walk around to stand in front of him.

  He sucks in a breath at the sight of me, his cock instantly standing at attention.

  I’m wearing thigh-high stockings, black pumps, and a teddy. A lacy, scrap of a thing, with a deep v-neck in the front and back, that leads into a g-string. I’ve left my hair free; it brushes against the top of my ass.

  The hunger on his face when his perusal has his eyes meeting mine at last nearly makes me toss my plan aside. His cock is begging for attention, and my pussy clenches at the thought of having him inside. I know we will fuck all night long; it’s been a long wait and we will not stop until we’re both sated.

  But, for now, we are going to do things my way.

  First up: teasing.

  I say nothing as I get on my knees between his legs. When my body touches the chair, I rest my hands on his thighs and look up into his face. He watches me, eyes hooded, flickering to life when I lick my lips.

  Taking his cock in hand, I wrap my fingers around and squeeze, making him moan at the contact. I drop my eyes when he tips his head back, lifting his hips to thrust into my palm. Licking around the head, then down the shaft, I move my hand up and down in a slow, steady rhythm I know will torture him. Occasionally squeezing, I go a
ll the way to the base, stopping to worship the object of my affection with a kiss every few seconds.

  And it is. I love his cock. If I were a porn star named Goldilocks, and had to choose between which of the three cocks in a gang-bang would fuck me first, I’d choose his. Not too big, not too small, but just right. I look at his cock and think about how much pleasure it will give me; even the first time, there hadn’t been an ‘oh, no, how will that fit?’ moment. Nope, he has the perfect cock, for me.

  I don’t take him in my mouth like I know he wants me to. Instead, I give a final kiss to the top and remove my hand, standing up once more. When he opens his eyes, I wink before turning and walking away. Grabbing the bag I packed the previous evening, I bring it back over to the bed and start going through the contents.

  “It’s rude to start something then walk away.” Amusement fills his words, making me smile as he inquires, “What’re you doing over there?”

  That’s when I take out the toy and shove the bag to the side. Climbing on to the bed, I sit on the edge and hold it up for him.

  His eyes widen at the sight of a pink vibrator. Nothing fancy, but with a bulbous head, a thin middle, and a white area on the bottom that holds the controls. It happens to be my favorite for-my-use only toy, and tonight, I’m going to give him an up close and personal demonstration for the hell of it.

  Oh, who am I kidding?

  I want to torture him by playing with myself in front of him and making him watch, unable to touch.

  As a reminder, I glare at him. “If you try to get loose and join in, all the fun stops. Got it?”

  I swear his eyes are on fire now, nodding at my words even as his cock twitches, no doubt at the thoughts going through his mind about what I’m about to do. I have a feeling he wishes he could spank me right now for talking to him that way, which makes this all the more delicious because I know he’ll pay me back later.

  Locking eyes with him, I use my empty hand to slip underneath one side of the teddy and cup my breast. Pinching my nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I make myself moan…and Tobias glare in response.

  “I should be doing that.” His voice is thick with lust. “Untie me.”

  Shaking my head, I continue to alternate between pinching and caressing. Putting the toy up to my mouth, I lick it, around and around, getting it nice and wet before sliding it under the fabric covering my pussy. The toy moves smoothly, aided by the slickness along with the teddy not being tight enough to hinder its trail down, until it slips between my lips. I rest it on my clit, then use my thumb to hit the key I know will set the toy to buzzing on the lowest level.

  For a few minutes, I don’t do anything else. I leave the toy there, teasing myself while using both hands to fondle my breasts, keeping the nipples peaked. Then, reaching down, I hold on to the toy as I scoot back the tiniest bit, smiling at him seconds before I lie flat on my back and spread my legs.

  “Oh god, Joce…” Need is evident in his every word. “You don’t play fair.”

  Nope, I don’t.

  I can’t articulate this though, focused as I am on my pleasure. I turn up the buzz a little as I move the tip, around, over, around my clit again. I’ve pushed the scrap covering me to the side, exposing everything I’m doing to his eyes. I can’t see him, but I know I’m the center of his attention.

  Shocking me, he does something I should’ve expected yet didn’t.

  He starts talking dirty.

  “Fuck, look at you,” he says with a growl. “So wet. You’re wishing my hard cock inside your tight, wet pussy, aren’t you love?”

  Yes!

  I laugh, turning the toy higher as I move it lower, moaning as I respond, “No. Not at all.”

  “Liar.” He chuckles and I hear the chair creak. “You’re in so much trouble when I’m free. That beautiful cunt deserves so much more than you’re giving it right now.”

  “Does it?” Damn, I love teasing him. “And you think you’re it, do you? How do you know my pussy missed you? Maybe I kept it more than happy.”

  “Happy? I’m sure you did.” Another creak of the chair. I’m trying not to moan as tingles shoot through my arms and legs, stronger each time his beautiful, intense voice reaches my ears. “But ecstatic? Delirious? So pleased you’re exhausted and can’t go another moment? No. You’ll get that with me, and only with me. You and that gorgeous, glistening cunt will never be sated by anybody else but me.”

  A sob escapes, his statement doing something to me I can’t make sense of in this moment, my orgasm ripping through me. My eyes slam shut as I yank the toy away, my pussy clenching as wave upon wave of pleasure leaves me gasping. When the tension passes, my feet slide off the bed, legs unable to stay up any longer.

  “Stunning.”

  The awe in that word alone has me forcing myself up before I can examine why it makes the twist in my heart border on happy.

  It’s a good thing I put his chair so close; my wobbly legs don’t have to carry me too far.

  Placing my hands on his shoulders, I climb on to his lap, sliding my pussy down on his cock inch by agonizing inch.

  His eyes sear into mine as he murmurs, “Welcome to the best seat in the house, Joce.”

  I can’t help it; I smile. A big, happy grin because the past few weeks without sex have been torture. Nothing more needs said as I lean forward and press my lips against his. They part under mine in an instant, our tongues tangling as we both moan in unison. I slide my arms around his neck and my hands into his hair, kissing him with every ounce of pent up sexual frustration I feel.

  He fills me. Teasing, I do a Kegel, clenching around him; he thrusts in response, laughing into my mouth. Lifting up until the tip of his cock is in danger of falling out, I drag my lips away and look him directly in the eyes.

  “You never told me why it’s only a year.”

  He chuckles, raising his ass off the chair to tease us both. “You really want to talk about this right now?”

  “Do you want to get off?”

  He lowers himself back to the seat, sighing. “I’m not an ogre. A year is long enough.”

  “I see.” I move down, both of us moaning as I settle completely, then rise again. “Long enough for what?”

  I pause once more and he growls — no doubt in frustration at my manipulation of this situation. But I want to know.

  That’s when he brings his arms around and grabs my hips, pushing them down as he lifts once more, plunging his cock deep inside. He holds me there, regarding me with amusement and lust.

  “To get to know you. For you to get to know me.” He raises me up before bringing my body back down again, causing me to gasp. “I knew you wouldn’t date me — you don’t date anyone — so I used the situation to my advantage. You know it. I know it.”

  Before I can respond, he slides his hands up my sides, wrapping his arms around my torso to bring my body flush against his as he stands up in one swift movement. I cry out as I land on my back on the bed, his body covering mine as he takes control.

  Just like I hoped he would.

  Knew he would.

  His lips trail down, taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking and nipping it through the fabric; I slip my hands into his hair and tug on it. He looks up at me, eyes glinting in the low light.

  “Were you free the whole time?”

  He grins. “You said if I tried to get loose and join in, you’d stop. You didn’t say anything about getting loose and continuing to watch.” He picks up the toy, smile turning wicked. “My turn.”

  Tugging my body to the edge of the bed, he stands between my legs and lifts them, my feet resting on his shoulders. They quiver — hell, I tremble with anticipation — as he uses one hand to guide his cock to me, sliding it up and down. I whimper, raising my hips to try and make him give me what I so desperately need right now.

  Then, he pushes himself inside me with one long stroke. My eyes slam shut and I moan; he lets out a groan of his own, gripping my hip with his now free hand to hold
me still as he pauses. I hear the buzz of the toy seconds before it’s against my clit, the hum mixing with our own sounds of pleasure as he moves, stroking in and out while moving the toy against me as I had myself. As if he’d memorized what had pleased me just moments ago.

  “Oh god. To—“ I don’t even get the words out as I come again, my body at his complete mercy.

  “Mmm.” He continues his long, slow thrusts, keeping the toy against me while putting it on the highest level. “You’re so fucking sexy. One more time, love. I love it when you clench around me.”

  I can’t help it; the toy is so high my body has no choice except to give him what he wants. I wail as it rips through me once more. I barely register him dropping the toy and holding both hips. He speeds up, and within seconds, he lets out a groan and collapses on top of me.

  One thought crosses my mind while I lie there in heaven.

  Best. Sex. Of. My. Life.

  CHAPTER TWO

  I’m cold and hungry.

  Where’s my mommy? Or my daddy.

  I woke up after taking my nap like a good girl just like my mommy said I was, and now I can’t find them.

  I cried and cried.

  Why haven’t they come back?

  I’m only three.

  That’s what my mommy says when her friends come around and they get mad at me.

  “She’s only three. She doesn’t know any better.”

  I feel so tired now.

  My tummy hurts.

  I’m afraid to go outside. Mommy says there’s no reason to go outside. That people are mean.

  I don’t like mean people.

  But I’m so hungry.

  I open the door. It’s heavy, but I need to find my mommy.

  She’s so mean. So’s my daddy.