“Not a fucking chance,” I growled at Violet as I grabbed her hips and pulled her down.
I felt her honeyed cunt sheath me perfectly, insanely tight, insanely warm. She melted over my cock, biting her lip again as she started to groan. I pulled her down, making sure I was as deep as I had to offer. I felt a pulse in her core, and she opened her mouth to let out a scream.
Moving as quick as I could, I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to mine. She screamed, but it was into my mouth, the vibration going through my mouth and down my throat. It was muffled enough that nobody else heard the sound but me and her.
I kept her mouth tight to mine as I brought my other hand around and down between her legs, touching her tender clit. I fucked up into her but had no room. It was up to her to fuck me, but she was damn near in a state of paralysis.
Growling, I pressed my thumb to her clit and made her jump.
She groaned into my mouth again and finally started to rock her hips into me. I brought my hands around to that full ass of hers and gripped tight. I lifted her up and pulled her down. Feeling her warmth. Feeling her tightness. Making damn sure she felt my cock—and what she had done to my cock.
Her hands rested on my shoulders as she stared at me. She pumped her legs as I kept her moving. Fuck, her body felt amazing. The sound of our bodies colliding together over and over. But it was something crazier that was happening as we stared at each other. Moving up and down and up and down. I craved the feeling of her lips on mine. So I kissed her. The kisses were hot and sloppy. I broke off when she lifted up and continued when she thrust down.
I felt her start to come as she crashed down on me and then bit at my neck, groaning, her hips bucking so hard against my cock I thought it was going to explode. I sucked in a breath through gritted teeth to hold myself steady as I loved her. As she fucked me. As she loved me.
That’s when I put both hands to her face and held her there. I leaned back a little more, brought my feet up on the steps, and started to take control, thrusting into her. But I just stared at her as I did so. Memorizing her face. Memorizing her sounds. Memorizing her.
The woman I loved. The woman who now owned my damn heart. The woman who saw and touched my fucking soul.
As good as it all felt, our messy path was far from being smooth…
26
A Little Normal
(Violet)
The email popped up in my phone while I was waiting in the living room for Dad to finish getting ready. For a guy who never spent more than a minute looking at himself in the mirror, he was certainly worried about leaving the house for an appointment. I wasn’t going to argue with him, though. He prided on himself looking tough, no matter what.
The email was from the investors. The lead guy, Joseph, had sent it. He had a list of things he wanted me to work on for the current app. He also loved the designs from Victoria and presented another contract in the email with a figure that nearly made me drop the phone.
“You ready?” Dad’s grumpy voice asked.
I stood up from the couch and nodded. “Let’s go.”
Mom appeared a second later, holding a list in her hand, keys in her other hand, staring forward, looking flustered.
I rushed to her side and hugged her. “I’m here, Mom. Okay? Let it down a little. Let me help.”
She nodded.
I could see the fear in her eyes.
I couldn’t fix that fear. I couldn’t even speak to it. Truthfully, the only person who could speak to that fear was Mason. And he had talked to Mom quite a bit about dealing with Dad’s cancer. Today, though, Mason had to meet with Hunter and a few lawyers for some reason. It wasn’t his job to be there for my parents, anyway.
It was my job.
My phone buzzed in my pocket.
A text from Victoria.
Did you get the email? Did you see the money? :)
I texted her and told her I’d catch up with her in a little bit.
I sat in the backseat of the car like I was a kid again. Only difference was that Mom was driving instead of Dad. But that didn’t deter them from holding hands. That was something that always stuck with me. No matter where we were going—to get gas or go on a trip—Mom and Dad always held hands when driving.
Things like that cut through me a little, though.
I didn’t want to lose Dad.
But that was so far out of my control, and worrying about it seemed like a waste of time.
His doctor’s appointment wasn’t all that long. We actually waited more than we spent time talking with Dr. Ansleyn.
He was a short man with a kind smile. He didn’t read from a chart or a computer screen. He took the time to shake my hand and Mom’s hand again, and he treated Dad with respect. He kept the lights a little low and spoke straight and honest, making eye contact with all of us.
The treatment would be heavier, and Dad would feel sicker before he felt better. But there was a good chance of beating it. It would take time, patience, and tons of good thoughts. And I mean tons of good thoughts. Surgery wasn’t necessary at the moment but could become an issue later. The goal at the moment was to stop the cancer from spreading. Contain it. Kill it. Put Dad into a comfortable remission, then keep monitoring him to make sure it never came back again.
The appointment was nothing short of a roller coaster. One second, it was the feeling of happiness, envisioning Dad healthy, cancer-free, climbing the ladder to clean the gutters, telling his tall tales, being himself. At the same time, there was the constant mention of how bad things could and would get.
I did my best to just stand there and take it all in. Stuck between Mom and Dad, wondering who needed me the most. But all I wanted was for Mason to show up and hug me.
When the appointment was over, we were silent in the car.
A sad kind of silent.
Right up until Dad smacked the dashboard.
“Hank!” Mom yelled. “You scared me…”
“Take a right,” he said. “Up here.”
“Why?” I asked.
He looked back at me. “Ice cream.”
“What?”
“That little ice cream place,” he said. “Remember it? We used to go there all the time with you. You would sit on the hood of the car and eat ice cream and point to the clouds. You’d get so lost in those clouds, Violet, you’d forget about your ice cream and it would run down your hand and drip everywhere.”
“Your father would go bananas,” Mom chimed in. “He’d stand there and clean the hood of the car like it was some fancy sports rig.”
“What do you think?” Dad asked.
“Ice cream?” I said. “I could eat.”
Dad grinned.
The smiles faded when we got to the ice cream place only to find that it was shut down. The parking lot was neglected, and grass and weeds growing up through the cracks.
I saw the look on Dad’s face.
It was a sign to him.
Things were changing. Things were dying.
“No,” I whispered under my breath.
I looked around and thought of an idea.
“Mom, pull into the parking lot,” I said.
She did.
I jumped out of the car and started to run.
I barreled into a little convenience store next door and ran to the glass cases. When I saw the cartons of ice cream I could have burst into tears.
I grabbed three different flavors—chocolate, mint chocolate chip, tin roof sundae— and hurried to the counter. I paid an obscene amount of money for the stuff, but it made it worth it when I asked for spoons and the guy behind the counter went to the little warm food area and came back with plastic spoons. They would have to do for the moment.
Rushing back to the car, I saw the look on Dad’s face, and it made everything worth it.
We stood outside the car in the parking lot of the convenience store and ate ice cream out of the carton. It was something I knew I’d never forget.
Bu
t that wouldn’t be the biggest shock of my day…
“You’re smiling,” Victoria said. “A lot.”
“I’m enjoying this.”
“What’s that?”
“A little normal,” I said. “I mean, yeah, things with Dad are messy, but he’ll fight. I know he’ll beat this thing. And things with Mason…well, it’s just good.”
“So in love,” Victoria said. “Which means you need to get me inside Hunter’s pants now.”
“Jeez. Wow.”
“I stopped by there and flirted with him a little. He’s gorgeous. I want him.”
“Then go get him,” I said.
“I want him to come to me,” Victoria said. “Make that happen.”
“Oh, sure. Easy.”
We both laughed.
Then it was time to chat business.
“Are you okay with the deadline?” I asked.
“Already working on what they need. Nothing to worry about.”
“This is crazy. I mean…I know they’re making a ton of money too, but it’s just a lot.”
“We deserve it,” Victoria said. “And I have an idea for something new. I wanted to run it by you first.”
“Show me what you have.”
Victoria wasted no time in pulling out a laptop and showing me what would come next. Ideas for accessories that went along with the clothing concepts. Including shoes, purses, makeup, everything. Kind of like a one-stop thing. It didn’t make a lot of sense to me, since I wasn’t all into fancy clothes and stuff, but on the other end of it—designing, making money from it, that stuff—it was genius.
“This is amazing,” I said. “You need…”
“I don’t want to do it alone, though,” Victoria said.
“You did all of it.”
“I want your hands on it, too. You and me together.”
“I don’t know a thing about half this stuff and how it works together.”
“But you can organize it. You can present it. You can make it look better than this.”
“Okay. I’m up for the job, then.”
“So, I’ll be your boss, and we’ll present it together,” Victoria said with a sly grin.
“Um…no. You’re too bossy already.”
“Please?”
“Hey, are you serious about Hunter?”
Victoria laughed. “Why?”
“I don’t know. It’s kind of neat, right? The four of us…”
“Aw, you want to double-date.”
“That’s one way to get you and Hunter together,” I said. “That’s strategic.”
“Smart. Very smart. You focus on your relationship first. Your track record hasn’t been so hot lately.”
“Oh, please. I’ve been with two guys…you?”
“This isn’t about sex,” Victoria said. “And seriously, two? And you’re sure you want to be locked down to just Mason?”
I grinned. “Trust me, if you saw it…felt it…”
“Maybe we can arrange that?”
I shook my head. “No. We can double date. But that? Not a chance. That’s all mine.”
“Greedy,” Victoria said. “I would share with you.”
“That’s because you sleep around.”
“Did you just call me a slut?”
I thought about it. “I think I did.”
“Bitch,” Victoria said.
“Okay, let’s get back to business talk.”
“Right. Sure.”
“We’re good with our current stuff,” I said. “But if you’re serious about this other idea, I have my laptop back at Mason’s apartment. We could go there and start coming up with ideas?”
“I love it,” Victoria said. She quickly took out money to pay for the coffees. Then she stood up and was ready to go. “Let’s go.”
“Then I guess we’re leaving,” I said.
“I’m going to drive really fast. To beat you there.”
“What?”
“Maybe Mason is in the shower. Maybe I can get a look at this dick I keep hearing about.”
My jaw dropped.
A few people turned and looked at Victoria. But she didn’t care.
Victoria winked and started to walk away. The crazy thing with her though…I wasn’t sure if she was kidding or not.
I hurried after her and made damn sure that I was the one leading the drive to the apartment. The feeling her words gave me proved how insanely jealous I could get over Mason. I knew I wasn’t experienced like other women—like Victoria—but I was in love with him and would learn anything he liked.
It was such a dumb conversation to have in my mind.
Then again, I started to hope that Mason was home. That he was in the shower. And yeah, maybe I could tear open the shower curtain and let Victoria see what Mason was packing. Then she could be the jealous one. Because I was the lucky one in all of it. I got to touch that dick. I got to kiss it. I got to play with it. I got to ride it.
By the time I got to the apartment, I was smiling and even a little turned on.
There was only Mason’s truck there though, which meant he was still with Hunter and the lawyers.
“Sorry,” I said to Victoria. “Mason isn’t home. No dick show today. You’ll just have to stick to work.”
“Boo,” Victoria said. “Doesn’t mean I can’t picture it in my mind.”
“Trust me, whatever you’re picturing, it’s bigger than that.”
“Well, damn,” Victoria said. “Look at you. From virgin to slut in record time.”
“Shut up,” I said. “Now…let’s go make even more money.”
“I think I like that as much as I like thinking about a big dick.”
“Good to know.”
I led the way into the building and up the stairs. We chatted about her ideas and designs. I really wanted to make this next idea happen. It was a thrill. Almost like a high or something. Nothing about the money, although that was very nice to have and keep making.
I opened the door to the hallway. “So I’m thinking we get the mock…”
My voice trailed off.
Victoria stepped next to me. “Who’s that?”
I stared, locking eyes with someone familiar.
Standing outside Mason’s apartment door.
“Victoria, I’m sorry, but you need to go,” I said.
“What? Why?”
“Because someone is here to see me…”
27
Meet the Wife
(Mason)
Want to know how to have your decent day get all kinds of fucked up? Have your girlfriend call you to tell you that your wife is at your apartment, waiting for you.
I dropped everything right on the table as I spoke with the lawyers about my upcoming plan. I had warned them many times who Stacey was and what she was capable of doing. They had their proof in the phone call from Violet. I made it very clear that my plan was the only option and to push forward hard and fast. I wasn’t going to fuck around being stuck with that woman in my life. Especially if she and Violet were facing off in the hallway.
I knew the things Stacey could and would say. I knew she had no filter. I knew she loved to play dirty and would see Violet as an easy meal. No matter how beautiful and sexy Violet was, she was still really innocent.
I jumped off my motorcycle and busted through the door to the apartment building. When I got to the hallway, I saw Stacey standing there, arms crossed, chomping on pink bubble gum.
She looked right at me. “There you are.”
“Where’s Violet?”
“Inside. She gets a key?”
“She lives there,” I said. “You don’t. Go away.”
“I got papers in the mail from you.”
“Yeah? You could have just signed them and left it at that.”
“I want a reason,” Stacey said. “You want a divorce? I’ll ruin you.”
I gritted my teeth. I walked toward her. “You and I never loved each other. We were dead drunk when we got married. And I
promise you…if you don’t sign the fucking papers and disappear from my life for good, I will get the best lawyers in the world and fight you until you have nothing.”
“I have the slit between my legs, asshole,” Stacey said. “So, I’ll get what I want. I’ll fight until you got nothing. I’ll make your life so miserable that little sweet thing in your apartment will have no choice but to leave.”
“Have a good night,” I said. I grabbed the doorknob. It was locked. I knocked gently. “Violet, it’s me.”
The door opened a second later.
I saw the look on her face. Flustered. Annoyed. Pissed off. All of which she had the right to feel.
“I’m so sorry,” I said.
She nodded. “It’s okay.”
“Aw, how cute,” Stacey said. “Little Miss Tight Cunt staying loyal to her man. How about you tell her the whole truth, Mason? Huh? That you were drinking like a fish. That you were picking fights just to watch people get hurt. That it was your idea to get married. That you’ve been giving me money for a loooong time.”
I turned, ready to spit fire.
That’s when Violet grabbed my shirt and pulled.
“It’s time to end it,” Violet said. “I know he’s an asshole. A complete asshole. Half the time I hate his guts. The other half…I’m not sure. But you playing into his hate and anger just lets him win. So sign whatever papers that need to be signed and walk away. If it’s a money thing, I can-”
“No,” I said. “It’s not a money thing.” I eyed Stacey. “You saw the papers, right?”
“I saw the papers, yeah,” Stacey said.
“Then there’s no reason for you to be here,” I said.
“Yes, actually, there is. I’m struggling. I had a boyfriend, and he stole my money and hit me.”
“You’re married,” Violet said.
“And you’re fucking a married man yourself, honey,” Stacey said with a laugh.
Violet’s cheeks burned red.
“Stacey…”
“Can we ask the puppy dog to go away for a second?”
“Puppy dog…?” Violet said.
“Stacey, you go away,” I said. “You need to get a lawyer or contact mine. It’s all there. I’m not trying to do anything wrong with you. I made a mistake and I’m owning up to it and fixing it.”
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