Love in Surrender

by Lexi Buchanan

  He narrows his gaze. “I’m not going to last long enough to put on a show with you sitting there like that.”

  “I know.” I slide my hands on his thighs. “I want to talk about your new job, but I also want to watch you as well.”

  “I’m not talking to you about work while I stroke one off,” he mumbles, surprised I would want to.

  I chuckle. “I love your filthy mouth.”

  “Just like I love yours.”

  I meet his gaze and watch his reaction to my words. “Feed me your cock.” He moans as his fist tightens.

  I smirk and leaning closer, I lick at the bulging head of his swollen penis. He’s thick, long, and so alive in his hand. The flavor he’s leaking bursts on my tongue as I hold his gaze.

  Blake is getting off on watching me doing this, and I’m finding it really hot, watching his reaction to what I’m doing to his body.

  “Touch yourself,” he says, his voice deep with desire. “I want to watch you.”

  Feeling a blush creeping onto my face, I slide my hand over my stomach and let my fingers slide through my arousal. Blake moans and jerks in my hand as he watches me. Becoming bolder, I slide a finger inside of myself before pulling free and lifting my hand up to Blake’s face.

  He grabs my wrist and sucks my finger into his mouth while he thrusts his cock into my hand, swelling more and more until I capture the tip with my mouth and suck. He explodes, going rigid. I take all that he has to give me, and don’t let up until I’m sure he’s finished. Licking all around him, I smile and lick my lips. “I think I liked your first day of work too.”

  27

  Blake

  “Are all the girls after you?” Violet asks, causing me to pause with a mug of coffee on it’s way to my mouth.

  I raise a brow and smirk. “Oh, yeah! Hundreds.” I laugh and after taking a sip of coffee, nuzzle into her neck as she’s standing beside me. “The only girl I have any interest in is right here, beside me.” I kiss her cheek then go back to her neck. “I love you. Only you.”

  “So they are, huh?”

  Pausing, I realize she is seriously worried, so I turn her to face me and cup her cheeks in my hands. “Yes, some girls have been trying to get my attention, but they’re not you.” I smile softly. “I’ve made sure it’s out there that I have a girlfriend who I have every intention of marrying one day.”

  Her eyes widen, as I knew they would, so I continue, “That’s the truth, babe. Get used to it and practice saying yes for when I ask you.” I smirk and walk out of the room, leaving silence behind me.

  I know exactly what I’m waiting for and that is for our first night in our own place. It can’t come soon enough for me. When I ask her to marry me it’s going to be an evening she won’t forget—that neither of us will forget.

  Hearing a throat being cleared behind me, I turn and find Violet with a soft smile on her face, and her backpack in her hand. She moves closer while saying, “I need to leave, but figured I should let you know that I don’t need to practice.” She reaches up and gives me a lingering kiss on the lips before she leaves me wanting more.

  It’s maybe five, ten minutes later when I realize I’m still grinning at the empty space. Chuckling, I grab my cane from beside the front door and head toward my SUV.

  The car I went for is controlled by the hands, which is what Violet thought would be best. I’d given in to her, even though I’d wanted to be stubborn. The thing is, she was right. On some days, especially now I’m working and I get tired quicker, my legs can be weaker. I really don’t want to push my rehabilitation and maybe I’ll always have some weakness, but for now, I’m willing to do about anything to stop Violet from worrying about me.

  Feeling a headache coming on, I rub at my temples while I watch the team on the ice. It’s late and they all wanted to practice more before they take kids onto the ice over the weekend. There’s an open day at the school so a carnival is currently being set up, and there are stalls for games and food also being arranged. They are raising money for a family who recently lost their home to fire. It makes me smile at the community helping others who are struggling out.

  Felicity and I, never really had anything like that when we’d lost our parents. We were left to get on with it ourselves. We both turned out okay for all the trouble we’d been through back then. It wasn’t easy, especially with Felicity fighting me all the time. I’m surprised she turned out as well as she has. Not that I’ll ever tell her.

  “Mr. Kelly,” someone says, having come up beside me.

  I still can’t get used to hearing the students call me Mr. I don’t feel old enough for that, even in my late twenties. Turning, I smile at the three girls I find standing there. “How can I help you?”

  “Are you going to the carnival?”

  “I am.” I hide a smirk when they get excited at my response, and add, “My girlfriend is really looking forward to it.”

  “Oh, umm. I guess you won’t be doing the kissing booth then?”

  Hearing a choked sound coming from behind the girls, I recognize the voice. “Violet?”

  She giggles, slipping through the girls. “Please sir, I’ve dropped my pencil. Do you think you could help me find it?”

  I open my mouth to reply and just catch myself. “I’ll see you girls at the carnival.”

  They don’t rush, but I don’t care right now when I have Violet so close to me. I hold my hand out and when she takes it, I tug her down onto my lap. She whispers, “Is it okay for a pupil to sit on her teacher’s lap?” right into my ear, causing more than goose bumps on my skin.

  “Yes.”

  “Mmm,” she smiles against my neck, “I think Sir has a problem that might need attention before he can move.”

  Groaning, I capture her wandering hand and hold it in mine as I meet her gaze. “You are really naughty, Violet. I think you should see my ruler.”

  “Is that what it’s called these days?”

  Laughing, I shake my head and quickly kiss the tip of her nose. “That will have to hold you for now, otherwise I really won’t be able to move, and neither will you.”

  She softly kisses my cheek and looks around. “So, this is where you work?”

  “It is.”

  “I’ve been watching you for about twenty minutes and you look at home here, Blake. It makes me happy to see that.”

  “Twenty minutes?”

  “You were talking to the players when I first appeared, so I sat up top and waited. They already respect you.”

  I grin. “You got jealous when you saw the girls so you decided to interrupt, huh? I think I like that.”

  She smacks me upside the head. “I was on my way down when they appeared. You look so damn sexy. I don’t blame them for wanting you to attend the kissing booth. Although if you did, I’d have to kill you.”

  “These lips and this body belong to you, Violet. My sister and niece get the platonic kiss, but you, you get the whole shebang.”

  “Hmm, hearing you say that fills me with the warm fuzzes,” she admits, nestling against my body while we finish watching the team.

  28

  Violet

  I stand back and look at our beautiful cottage. It’s small and square, the garden at the back a little larger than the house, but it’s ours. The three steps up to the porch have potted flowers at each side, and the wooden furniture on the porch are a gift from Rich and the rest of the team at the facility.

  We have made good friends there, and I know that we’ve made the right decision to stay in this area. But to be able to come home, to our own home every night, and to come home to each other is more than I’d ever hoped for with Blake.

  Occasionally I’ll catch a glimpse of something hovering on his face and I’m almost sure it’s a longing to be on the ice. It was his whole life before the accident. That worries me more than I care to admit. Because chances are it would take him away from home. There is nowhere around us, other than high school and college teams. That wouldn’t satis
fy Blake if he got full mobility back.

  “Why are you frowning?” Blake slides his arms around my waist and I rest my head on his shoulder.

  “I didn’t know I was frowning.” I cover his hands on my stomach. “I’m thinking about how far we’ve both come since we first met—that I never expected to have a home with you. It’s all very surreal.”

  He kisses me on the top of my head. “The only good thing to come out of the accident is you. We never would have met otherwise. Now I can’t imagine my life without you in it.” He sighs. “I didn’t know I was looking for someone, until the day you walked into my life.” He chuckles. “And wham, I didn’t know what hit me.”

  I snort, very un-lady like, and turn my head to look at him. “You’re kidding right. You were a pain in the ass to me.”

  “I couldn’t get you out of my head, so I was pissed.” Becoming serious, he adds, “Honestly Violet, the moment I saw you I wanted you. I knew you were special. I just didn’t want to have you stuck with my sorry ass.”

  Wrapping my arms around his waist, my head against his chest, I say, “Your sorry ass is hot as hell.”

  He groans. “I think we need to celebrate our new place.” A strong hand squeezes my rump. “And I think we need to do it in the back garden first.”

  “Oh, you do, huh?”

  “I do.”

  Pressing against him, I’m delighted to feel his reaction against me, and enjoying teasing him, I slip a hand between us and stroke him through his jeans.

  “You need to stop that,” he moans, glancing around us.

  I let out a giggle. “I’m not sure I want to.”

  Growling, he grabs my hand and quickly leads me around to the back of the house for privacy. He shoves me up against the wall and I watch him shove my shorts down my legs, his hands trembling when he realizes I’m not wearing any panties.

  His eyes meet mine and I tug him up, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I want you inside of me, now.”

  His breaths are heavy, and they get heavier as I unfasten his jeans. My hand slips inside and I find Blake’s penis already swollen with need. He leaks on the tip, which I slide my thumb over.

  Blake is trembling so hard that I quickly shove his jeans past his hips and then push him into the chair behind him. I climb on, slowly taking him inside of my body.

  “I haven’t touched you yet,” Blake grinds out between his clenched teeth.

  “You’re touching me deeper than anyone ever has,” I admit.

  Holding his gaze, I pull my vest over my head and let my bra fall to the floor. I help Blake remove his T-shirt and then I plaster myself against him. “I love feeling your skin against my nipples,” I murmur. “It makes me wet.”

  “Violet,” he moans. “You make me feel like a teenager.”

  I chuckle which turns into a loud groan as I rock on him. His hands grip my hips and he helps me move, following me up as I stretch above him. His warm mouth pulls a hard nipple into his mouth and he suckles, causing a strong reaction between my legs.

  Blake throws his head back gasping for breath. “How the fuck you get me so close so quickly…” he grunts.

  I know just how to send him over. “It’s because your penis feels so good inside my tight, wet pussy.” I watch him through lidded eyes, knowing I’m getting to him. “You touch just the right spot inside of me, and I can’t think. Can’t breathe.”

  Moving quicker on him, I feel him swell, so I whisper, “Feeling you come inside of me, makes my orgasm last forever.” I drop down so that the crown of his flesh is rubbing on my cervix.

  Blake curses and holding me down, he comes. Feeling his warm semen as he claims me causes my own climax to ripple through me. I clench and pulse on his cock, pulling him deeper, my own release milking more from him.

  “I love you,” he whispers. “You’ve fucked the strength from me.”

  I smirk, feeling damn good that I could do that to this powerful man. “You still have your jeans on.”

  “I think someone was desperate to get to the goods.” He grins.

  Giggling, I lift up slowly, but not all the way, and kiss him on the mouth. He grabs the back of my head and holds me in place while his tongue searches my mouth. The kiss goes on and on, until I start grinding on him. He won’t let me go, not that I’d want to go anywhere, but the feel of him surrounding me—so big inside of my body, and then his hands get in on it. He pinches and rolls my nipples.

  I don’t have a chance and I come again, moaning into his mouth. Blake grunts once, twice and fills me to bursting with his second release.

  I’m so slick between my legs with all of his semen coming out of me, that his groin is sticky with it. I don’t care as I collapse over him.

  His warm arms hold me close as I settle my face in the crook of his neck. “I don’t want to move.”

  “I’m not sure I can,” he confesses.

  “Well, we have six rooms inside the house to celebrate in. If we count the large closet; make it seven.”

  He laughs. “I think I need some food to keep up with that.”

  I roll my eyes and cup his face. “I’m sure you’re more than up for the job.”

  “I think you should move slightly closer, so I can suck on your titties and make you come again.”

  “Titties?”

  He grins. “Have I ever told you about the thing I have for your boobs … and ass?” He pinches my bottom, then of course I moan when I slide on him.

  “My cock knows what it wants and as long as I don’t stand, I think we’re good for the night.” He smirks.

  “You just get turned on, having a wet pussy wrapped around you.”

  His eyes darken. “Only yours, babe. Only yours.”

  “Mmm,” I mumble and tease, “I bet all those girls who drool over you at rink side are so jealous that they’ll never get a look in with you.”

  “Ugh, don’t remind me. It’s embarrassing.”

  I grin. “Is that so?”

  I rock on him.

  “So it doesn’t give you a big head or anything?”

  His eyes snap to mine clearly amused. “Now you mention it, I think I do have a big head.” He chuckles and the amusement suddenly dies when he rocks hard into me. “And it’s about to burst.”

  29

  Blake

  Exhausted after continuous games in New York with other school teams, I take a twenty-minute break and hide out in the hotel bar. We’ve only been in town a few days and I’m itching to get home to Violet. I’m missing her like crazy. I know it isn’t all that far from where we live, but still, she can’t be with me because of her own job. Mine, as assistant coach is good and I’m settled into this position now, which is why I’m the one to bring the kids here for the games—the coach only showing up earlier today.

  I think back and realize that I’m really happy. I’m living with the woman I’m in love with, and we have our own home. Over the past four months it has really taken shape and we’ve made it our own. I love walking through the front door every evening, knowing that I really am home. It’s more than I ever thought I’d have, and I can’t get enough of her.

  I once told Violet that I’d propose once I was out of the wheelchair, and although that happened months ago, I still need to get my act together. I’m not afraid of asking her. In fact, I’m not sure why I haven’t yet. Perhaps it’s something that needs rectifying at soon as I get home. I should never be too busy to make sure she knows how much she means to me.

  We have one more game left tonight and then we’ll be on the bus home first thing in the morning. I’ll be glad to get home, not just because of Violet waiting for me, but because I’ve gotten used to small town life so being in the city is irritating.

  The team have been excited to be in the arena, and not just because of the prize at stake, but because it gets them out of the noise. It makes me smile. We’re all just as bad as each other.

  It works out well having two girls on the team because they always get to shar
e, and it helps with the school costs. I just wish some of the supporters from back home hadn’t made the trip because they just make my life more difficult. I’ve even gotten to the point of sneaking out just to get some peace.

  Hearing giggling, I realize I’m about to lose what peace I’ve found. Even Violet doesn’t know how difficult it has been for me with the groupies. Or ice bunnies, as they were known when I played. The only problem being they don’t want the players, they want me. So yeah, I’m having real trouble in that area.

  “Blake, do you mind if we join you?” one of the giggling girls asks.

  I turn to look at her and wonder just how old she is because none of them look twenty-one. “I need a few minutes alone.” I grimace. “You’ll be at the rink later, right?”

  “Yes.”

  Quickly glancing between them, I notice the blonde in the back not looking all that happy. Her friends disappear, and she stays, sliding up beside me.

  “You were staring at me,” she says, her voice husky.

  Knowing that I had stared shouldn’t make me feel uneasy, considering I was only wondering why she looked angry, and nothing more.

  “How about we celebrate later.” She smiles.

  “I don’t think my fiancée would like that.” I get up from the bar and leaning in whisper, “and I’m not into ice bunnies.”

  It seems the only peace I’m going to get, is in my room so after I’ve asked Coach to grab some water for me from the store, I go and hide out for a bit.

  Hearing a knock on my door, I’m expecting Coach but as I look through the eye in the door, I curse. The woman from the bar is standing outside with water in her hands. Closing my eyes in angry frustration, I shout through the door, “What’s up?”

  “Coach asked me to bring you some water.”

  Why would he ask her when he knows how much I try to avoid them? It doesn’t make sense.

  “Do you want the water or not?” she grumbles, while fluffing her hair and sticking her boobs out.

  Opening the door, she offers me a grin so wide I’m surprised her teeth don’t fall out. “Um, thanks.” I grab the water from her hand and quickly hide behind my door, making sure the security catch is engaged.