16
Violet
Getting dressed would have used up too much energy so I just pull my robe on instead. All Blake had to do was tug his shorts over his bare ass. It’s so much easier for guys to have a quick fuck. Unzip and then they’re buried in warm pussy. The girl usually has to strip some part of her clothing away for the guy to get at her. And why are these thoughts running through my mind? The sexy man sitting across from me no doubt has something to do with them. He certainly has no trouble getting me free of all clothing.
“Violet,” he groans. “If you don’t stop looking at me like that, I’m taking you back to bed.” He smirks. “Although I think the couch would work.”
“Perhaps I should have put more clothing on,” I suggest biting my lip.
Blake adjusts himself and shrugs. “Okay, so Boston, huh?”
I nod. “They’ve offered me a generous salary with a chance to work my way into a higher position. They’ll provide temporary accommodation, the vacation days are more than usual, and one of the benefits I see straightaway is that you’ll be covered under family. I asked Rich Lovatt.”
I sigh and meet Blake’s concerned gaze. “I’ve waited a long time to be with you Blake, so if we don’t do this together then we don’t do it at all.” He blinks in surprise and I realize what I said. “I mean the job,” I quickly clarify. “The job Blake. If you don’t want to leave your family and friends, then I stay here with you,” I clarify quickly.
“I don’t want to be responsible for you losing out on this opportunity,” he says quietly. Glancing away he swallows hard and says, “I have more feeling back in my left thigh.”
I blink a few times trying to focus and then I can’t keep the smile off of my face. “You do?” Sliding from the couch, I knee-walk to him, settling between his spread legs. “What about the pins and needles,” I ask, my hand hovering over his thigh.
“They went crazy at the beginning of the week, but with the massage before and after the work out, they’ve started to ease. My right isn’t reacting the same though.”
I take his hands and intertwine them tightly with mine. “Any sign is better than none.” I kiss his fingers. “How do you feel about it?”
He smiles. “I’m really hoping it continues but at the same time I’m afraid it won’t.” His smile wavers as he shrugs, except I know Blake. He’s trying to hide his fear behind nonchalance.
“I know you’re probably sick of hearing this, but it really is one day at a time. I’m by your side no matter what happens, okay?”
He searches my gaze. “Okay.” His lips twitch as he says, “You better accept that job before they offer it to someone else.”
“What?”
“I’ll miss my sister, and her new family, but we can video chat and visit.” He cups my cheek with a large palm. “Now I’ve stopped being an asshole, I don’t want to be anywhere you are not. I’m certainly not going to hold you back from a job opportunity that might not happen again.” His hand curls gently around my neck and he brings me closer, until our lips are a mere breath away.
“A new start, babe.”
“Hmm,” I murmur as our lips brush together. “You really are going to come with me?”
“Try and stop me,” he whispers.
“Put some clothes on we’re coming in,” Kasey hollers from the porch.
Blake laughs when my cheeks heat in embarrassment.
Kasey walks in carrying the car seat with his gorgeous daughter asleep inside it, and his other arm is wrapped around his wife. She certainly doesn’t look like she had only given birth a week ago.
Squeezing my hand, Blake keeps it wrapped up in his, and kisses my knuckles. I don’t miss the glee on Felicity’s face as she looks between the two of us.
“We have something to tell you,” Blake says.
Instead of sitting apart, I move to his lap and kiss his cheek.
“You’re pregnant?” Kasey suggests wiggling his brows.
“Not enough time for that.” Felicity narrows her gaze. “Was there?”
“I’m not pregnant.”
Blake places his hand on my belly and spreads his fingers. “She isn’t pregnant yet … not through lack of trying though.” He grins and while I’m blushing I roll my eyes at the testosterone fueled man currently sporting a hard-on beneath me.
Teasing him, I wiggle as though I need to get comfortable and hear a quiet hiss in my ear while his hand clamps around my waist.
“You were saying?” Felicity prompts.
Clearing his throat, Blake says, “Violet has an amazing job offer in Boston.”
At his words silence follows until Felicity breaks it. “You’re going with her?” Tears slip down her cheeks.
Because of how close I currently am to Blake, I feel his hesitation at seeing his sister’s tears. He buries his face in the curve of my shoulder and breathes heavily. But when he says, “I need to be wherever Violet is,” his words are clear and to the point. “I’m going to miss seeing you on nearly a daily basis. I’m going to miss cuddling my niece. I’m also going to miss your husband’s big mouth … but, I think I’ll go crazy if Violet heads out alone.”
I shake my head and pray the tears in my eyes don’t fall as I turn my face to Blake. “You know I’d willingly stay here if it’s what you wanted to do. I only need you to be happy Blake.” I cup his cheeks and enjoy the soft whiskers under my fingertips.
He leans in and places a soft kiss to my lips. “We’re going to Boston, Vi. No way in hell am I going to keep you here when you’ve been offered such an amazing job.”
“Oh,” Felicity cries. “Blake … ignore my tears. They’re a mixture of happiness and sadness. Mainly happiness now that you’ve stopped being an asshole and shoving Violet away. I want you to have everything that I have.” She sniffles. “We can visit?” she asks Kasey.
“Damn straight.” He grins and kisses his wife. “Boston is a beautiful city and I’ll take you to Fenway Park, we can watch a Red Sox game.” Kasey rubs his hands together. “I’m really looking forward to this.”
Felicity mumbles something to him and he grins, taking his daughter from the car seat. She fiddles under her top and starts feeding her daughter. “I’m probably going to cry a lot before you leave, but I need you to know that I am really happy for you both.”
Kasey finally sits beside his wife and smirks at Blake. “So, you’re finally back in the saddle, huh?”
The heat creeps onto my face while Kasey’s eyes dance with mirth. “Thought so.”
“You’re embarrassing Violet.” Felicity nudges into him.
“She’s family so I’m allowed to embarrass her.”
Blake flips him off so I quickly grab his hand, covering it with mine. “Stop encouraging him.”
“Hmm,” he whispers, nuzzling into my neck seconds later. “I think you need to distract me so I’m not encouraging him.”
Even though my eyes are holding Blake’s I feel the stare of Felicity and Kasey, but right at this moment my usually embarrassed self doesn’t care as I turn and straddle him.
Our groins align perfectly as I wrap my arms tightly around his neck, my lips going to his earlobe. He shivers when I nibble and suck, clenching me against him. “You’re asking for trouble,” Blake whispers.
“I can feel just how hard the trouble is that I’m in.”
Blake splutters and groans while his flesh continues to throb.
17
Blake
After my shower I’ve stayed in the wheelchair that I usually dread. Every morning, when I first wake, I’m just content, so happy. Since Violet had taken matters into her own hands, and I’d found I could no longer resist the delectable woman, I wake up a happier man. I’m not totally there yet, but Violet makes me smile. With her, I see a future and it isn’t as bleak as I’d thought it would be.
My thoughts about my recovery and what I can do to support Violet are more on the positive side now. A lot of credit for that goes to Aiden for making me se
e that I can claim some independence back. Because as much as I love spending time with Violet while she drives me around, I’d love it even more if I was able to free up some of her time—something as simple as just driving us both to the store.
“Why so pensive?” Violet asks, standing in the doorway of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her.
“Thinking,” I mumble, no longer paying attention to my thoughts, my eyes following the droplets of water covering Violet’s shoulders.
“Blake.” She grins sauntering closer, her eyes straying from mine to my lap and the action going on under the towel.
I clear my throat and all I get in return is a smirk while my boner goes rigid with need.
“Mmm, I think something needs taking care of.” The tip of her pink tongue peaks out between her cherry lips.
Her teasing smile widens as she lets the towel keeping her covered from my gaze drop to the floor.
I hiss between my teeth at the beautiful sight before me. Violet is a sexy woman with a narrow waist, curvy hips and large breasts. Her skin is soft to the touch, but nothing compares to the softness of the smile that lights up her face when she looks at me. That’s everything. Except now, I couldn’t even tell you my name with Violet being nude and slowly making her way toward me.
My heart thuds against my chest.
“I love teasing you,” she whispers, dropping to her knees in front of me. A light blush covers her cheeks.
Her small hands rest on my knees and slowly slide up my thighs until her fingertips reach my towel. She quickly meets my gaze and then focuses on my pelvis.
With one flick of her wrist I’m as nude as she is.
Her audible gulp while she stares at my erection causes a part groan, part chuckle to leave my lips.
“You really are big.” A hand wraps around the girth as though she’s measuring me. Her eyes sparkle as she teases. “Thick…” She exaggerates her moan. “Long…” she smirks. “Way up past your navel.” Her fingers tickle my shaft, precum oozing from the slit.
Watching as she slowly lowers her head, my fists clench and my breaths get stuck in my lungs. The minute her tongue snakes out and licks the precum, I hiss and try not to come. But when she takes the head into her mouth, I quickly pant. “Fuck! Violet, your mouth … Oh God!”
She pulls away seductively and I take a deep inhale but find it difficult to not grab her up and shove her onto me.
Too slowly for me, Violet gets to her feet and leans into me, her hands on my shoulders. She straddles my lap but doesn’t sit. My hands grab her hips while my mouth captures a nipple. I moan around the plump flesh in my mouth.
Moments later Violet drops onto my cock. Like a horny as fuck teenager, I come the minute I feel the tight wet suction. I bury my face between her tits and enjoy the power of my release—it’s so strong. Then I feel Violet. Her pussy clenches and grabs around my cock in a grip so tight, I feel another release getting ready in my balls.
“I love feeling you coming inside of me. It’s warm and the feel of your penis twitching just before squirting, excites me,” she whispers into my ear while she pants and gasps.
My arms wrap around her waist, anchoring her to me. “Your filthy mouth is getting me worked up again.”
She gives a dirty laugh. “I can feel how worked up you are.” Biting my earlobe makes me twitch, and I go rigid inside of her while shivers ripple through my body, and she adds, “I feel completely full.”
“Perhaps now we’ve both taken the edge off we can go slower.” I kiss her plump lips. “As much as I hate this chair, I’ve had some erotic daydreams about you and me.”
“Mmm,” she slowly rocks her hips, “about us doing it just like this?” I can’t answer her question because she starts riding me, her pelvis rotating before she rises and then drops back down. She starts all over again her pace a slow torture.
Our foreheads rest together, our eyes bore into each other’s, and then I make the mistake of following her gaze downwards. Violet pulls her hips away and I slowly slide out to the tip. My dick is glistening, completely coated in her arousal.
My hands tremble. “Violet … do you know what you do to me? Watching you make love to me, is hot.” Panting, I grab her ass in my hands and urge her to move faster. Our pace quickens and desperate, I lean forward sucking on her nipples.
Violet moans, and shouting my name her actions become erratic, and then she’s squeezing the life out of my cock with her release, which is all it takes for me to follow her over.
Exhausted after the day of sex and hanging out we’ve done, I secure Violet against me and move the chair closer to the bed. Violet moves and settles onto her side while I get myself on the bed beside her. As soon as I do, I’m reaching for her. Needing to touch her to make sure she’s really here and not a figment of my imagination.
“I love you,” I admit, brushing a kiss on her shoulder, feeling her breath hitch at my words. I hold her close when she tries to move to look at me. “Let me get this out, okay?”
She nods.
“I was attracted to you from the first moment I saw you, which you knew. God, everyone knew.” I blow out a breath. “I honestly thought it would be better to push you away, but we’re meant to be together, which is why I’ll go anywhere with you. Wherever you want to move, I’ll be right by your side.”
I take a minute and stroke the hair along her back as she clings to me, her tears on my skin. I swallow hard and continue, “It’s not going to be easy. I’m a moody asshole.”
She giggles. “Oh really?”
Chuckling, I lightly smack her on the ass. “But as long as you remember I love you and only want the best for you, then I’m sure we’ll manage.”
“You’re such a romantic, Blake Kelly.”
I snort and laugh. “Hey, watch what you’re poking,” I grab her hand when her finger pokes me in the stomach.
“I’d rather you be poking me,” she whispers, peaking at me through her heavy lids.
Her fingers trail over my abs, gently tickling while she holds my gaze. “I love you too, Blake. That’s why it hurt so much when you kept pushing me away.”
Placing my hand behind her neck, I bring her closer and whisper against her lips, “I love you.” Capturing her lips, I make love to my girl.
18
Violet
After getting the first week of my new job over with my boss, Rich, gave me two tickets for a Bruins game. I’d initially held them back from Blake because I wasn’t sure how he’d feel about going to a game when he could no longer play, it could go either way. In the end I’d taken a chance, feeling bad that the tickets would go to waste otherwise.
Blake had been really excited to be going to an NHL game. I’m not sure they were a team he’d ever supported but after being away from the sport for close to a year, I understood his excitement. I just hope it doesn’t put him down in the dumps afterwards.
He’d started his rehabilitation at the facility were I’m working, and so far he’s doing okay. At least I think he is, but he frowns every time I ask him. I didn’t take him up on the comment that his trainer had eyes for me. He also said that about my boss. It worries me slightly that maybe he’s being a bit too possessive and seeing things that just are not there. Then again, maybe I’m the one not seeing these things. I have been called naive a few times.
I really like our temporary home, which is a small one-bedroomed bungalow. It’s on the grounds of the facility and it is amongst fifteen others. They’re used for patients mostly, and as a temporary accommodation for when staff move in to work for them. It’s easy to get to and from work, for me, but also easy for Blake to get around as the whole place is wheelchair assessable.
The best part of my day though, is coming home from work and getting to spend the evening wrapped up with Blake. Just feeling his arms around my body settles me like nothing else. My nerves dwindle, and I feel his love for me.
I know he misses his sister and new niece, but they’ll be coming out
to visit us in a few weeks, once Felicity and baby Blake have their six week checkup.
Sighing and with a smile on my lips, I glance at Blake beside me. The cold slowly starts to seep through my jeans with us sitting so close to the rink. It is completely worth it to see the joy on Blake’s face. He’s eager for the game to get started, but without taking his eyes from the ice, he gives a slight tug on my wrist.
I don’t move so he glances at me and then his lap. “You’re shivering.” He grins and wiggles his brows. “I’ll keep you warm.”
I’m about to move over when I notice a group of girls looking our way and whispering amongst themselves. Have they recognized Blake? I mean he led a high-profile career as a NHL player for the Cleveland Flyers before he’d had his accident. I’m not naive and know that he’ll still be up on plenty of bedroom walls. He’s hot and a professional hockey player so I get it. This is just the first time I’ve been with him while he’s been recognized. I have mixed emotions about it.
Blake follows my gaze and frowns turning back to me. “Ignore them.” Another tug on my wrist gets me moving and I shuffle to get comfortable on his lap. His arms go around my waist and he tugs me closer, kissing my lips before he tucks my head into his neck. “I’m glad you’re here with me.”
“I wish everyone wouldn’t stare,” I grumble.
He chuckles. “Everyone isn’t staring.”
“No, you’re right, just the hot chicks.”
He stills and tilts my chin so that I’m looking directly up at him. Sighing heavily, he admits, “I used to be part of the NHL, and I used to make the most of the perks.” He winces. “The ice bunnies are always at big games, trying to capture the attention of the single players. Some don’t give a shit if the players are married. I’m not a saint, but you’re the only woman I want to be with now.”
He places a leisurely kiss to my lips. “I didn’t notice them until after you had.” A quick kiss this time. “I’m all yours.”
I cup his cheek with a gloved hand while I bring my mouth to his. “I love you, Blake Kelly.”
“Mmm.” He nuzzles into my neck until I push him away laughing. “They’ll be asking us to leave if we get frisky.”
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