by Daya Daniels
“I love you.” He whispered.
“I love you too.”
His heavy leg dropped over mine, caging me in causing me to laugh a little.
“I’m sorry that I’m so much to deal with, Elijah. I’m sorry that I’ve been so awful since we met.”
He laughed into my skin, causing the rumble to spread through me and settle in my chest.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me sometimes.”
“It’s a question for the universe.” He whispers. “None of us are perfect, Violet. Soon, you’ll realize that.”
“I suppose we aren’t.”
We both remained silent for a while, listening to the music.
“I was thinking about going to see my mother.”
He stiffened. “Really?”
“Yes.”
“Do you think that’s a good idea?” He poked me in the side.
I lifted a shoulder. “I don’t know. I want answers, Elijah.”
He exhaled. “I think it’s a bad idea, Violet. You have enough going on right now with Brooke leaving. The surgery coming up. Working on your next collection. It’s just not a good time.”
“Are you telling me what to do?”
“No.” He exhaled. “I know you, Violet and I just think it’s a-bad-idea.
“For all we know you’re probably going there to beat the woman the fuck up.”
I gnawed on my bottom lip considering his prediction. He’s probably right.
His big fingers tapped my temple a few times. “I know you.”
“My father asked me about Christmas. My dad and Fiona will be here. I want you to meet them so badly.
“I suggested that maybe if they came here for Christmas that would be perfect.”
He sighed and let out a groan.
I continued with my sales pitch. “James said that he and Fiona had always thought about coming to Cannon Beach. They found an inn nearby and everything.”
Another sigh escaped him and soon he was leaving the bed.
“Elijah.” I said sternly.
“I always spend Christmas with my family, Violet.” He huffed. “It’s just easier that way.”
“I know.” I whispered. “But I thought maybe this year, you could do something different, you know.”
Another exhale.
I reached up to toss and arm around his shoulder, pushing my face into the crook of his neck. He closed the embrace but it felt reluctant, hesitant as if he was shutting me out again.
For a doctor, this man had a lot of his own advice he needed to be taking.
“I’m looking forward to Christmas this year with you, Elijah. I really am.”
He groaned but I didn’t know what it meant.
I rain kisses on his skin, feeling the strength in his shoulders and arms and the warmth of his skin.
“Have you told them about my face?” He asked as he shifted away from the bed, gently easing out of my hold. “You have to tell them, Violet.”
I hated the way this man spoke about himself. I had no idea what he looked like but I didn’t care. It didn’t matter. I’d never once considered that what he felt was deformity would isolate us from people and keep him shut inside, lurking around in the darkness like some monster.
He was beautiful inside and out and I didn’t need to see him to know that.
“No... but I will, I promise.”
He grabbed something from the nightstand. “I have a few phone calls to make.” He grated out and then he was gone.
Elijah
I fought my own irrational anger. Violet didn’t understand. Nor, did I expect her to. No one did.
I was on the penultimate book – the sixth book in the series. The very last one until the almost end. I held J.K Rowling’s Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince in my hands after I finished it. I tapped in on my knee a few times and thought about the last time I saw Dylan.
“Dad.” He says.
I look up in the rearview mirror to find his bright blue eyes already looking at me.
“We’re on for Nitrocircus right?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“Three days! Three days!” He cheered, grinning from ear-to-ear.
I laugh, keeping my eyes on the road.
“How was school?” I ask.
“It was good, same old same old you know. I hate that Grandad works there. It’s so weird, Dad!”
I laugh. “Asher and I had to go through it, so I guess now it’s your turn.”
He rolls his eyes. “I hate it. The kids all think I get some sort of special treatment because my gramps is the deputy principal.” He forces a finger down his throat, displaying his disgust. I laugh even harder.
I keep regular speed moving head on Interstate 405. Jennah is quiet, staring out the window at nothing, as usual. We’re close to our destination...
Only we never make it there.
I reach for my wallet on my desk and open it finding the two Nitrocircus tickets that Dylan and I never got a chance to use.
I wiped the tears from my eyes that I hadn’t realized were falling. It had been so long since I’d allowed myself to cry for my son. He was such a good kid.
My heart. My life.
Each time I stepped into that bedroom, it closed in on and me and expanded, sucking my equilibrium away. I became frozen, immobile, paralyzed by my own thoughts while staring at the ocean blue paint that covered the walls that I painted there four years ago. Dylan and I picked out that color together after spending nearly an hour in Home Depot. It was his only wish. Such a simple wish – to have a bedroom that was the exact shade of blue as the water down at the beach.
Every night before he went to sleep he read. He loved books and he wasn’t selective but the Harry Potter ones were his favorite. My chest constricted when I thought about every single time he’d asked me to sit and read those books with him and I told him I didn’t have the time. I never had the time.
Now, I had all the time in the world.
I knew if I packed up his old room, I’d be packing up every dream and wish I ever had for him. I knew that there was insanity in holding on to things that would never be and letting regrets consume you, which was a bitch of a combination. But I needed to hold to those memories just a little while longer.
I kept my focus on the driveway and all the garden boxes installed there that remained empty of flowers and fruits and vegetables. Jennah had planned to put a garden there. She’d even mentioned a few times as Dylan grew older about her wish to have more children. I knew it would never happen. It couldn’t happen.
This house was supposed to be a happy house. A happy home but it was only a lie. This house was full of sadness and broken dreams and the only lifeless soul that had lived here for the past two years, alone was mine.
I let out a loud breath.
Dylan would never graduate from high school. He’d never go to college. He’d never get married and have children.
I wasn’t ready to accept that. I wasn’t ready to let go.
***
Jerking my eyes away from the view of the beach in the distance, unsure of exactly how long I’d been daydreaming. I checked the clock which told me that it was getting up to lunch time. When I brought my gaze straight ahead of me, Violet lingered in the doorway.
“Are you okay?” She asked in a whisper.
“Yes.” I said firmly, placing the stress ball I’d been squeezing in my hand down on the desk.
Slowly, I approached her until her back was flush against the open door. I pushed a few fingers through her thick hair, while she stared at me and those eyes. Those eyes. Even though they can’t see. Even though they can’t sense anything right now besides light and darkness. Those eyes I swear fucking see me and for a moment I’m lost in that hazel gaze.
Her soft breaths puffed against my lips, when she craned her neck to look up at me. I clutched the nape of her neck with my hand, stroking through her hair, inhaling the soft natural scent on her skin.
“I’m sorry if I upset you earlier.” She said softly. “I will talk to them. I promise.”
I groaned and pressed my lips to hers, feeling their softness. I consumed her mouth with my own, our tongues dueling in a fierce kiss. She shoved me in the chest. The violent gesture stunned me for a moment. Her hand slid out of mine when she dropped to the floor to her knees, untying the string to the waistband of my sweatpants as she did it.
“Let me.” She demanded.
I threw my head back against the door, craning my neck to the ceiling when her hands wrapped around my swollen flesh, swallowing it desperately like she couldn’t wait another minute.
The ugliest sound left my mouth when my cock snaked down the length of her hot throat, while she worked it viciously with her hand and mouth. I hissed when I crooked my chin to watch her pink pouty lips wrap around my flesh. She sucked on it slow and hard, causing me whimper like a bitch when she dipped down taking each one of my balls into her mouth that were begging to explode.
My fingers wrapped in her hair until I was controlling the speed and the pace. She gagged and choked but she never complained. She just kept going, pushing on like a trooper, like the Violet I knew -the beautiful monster.
I whined and hissed as she took my length from root to tip, soaking it in her warm saliva, never giving me a reprieve from her delicious assault – not even for a moment. My eyes grew watery and my breathing grew shallow. My legs buckled just a little when I came violently, my body knocking against the door behind me while I filled her pretty mouth with my cum, forcing her to swallow it.
Her face was red and her lips were even more swollen. Her eyes looked up in my direction as I heaved for breaths. I slumped against the door and remained fixated on the sight in front of me, of the beautiful woman on her knees.
A smile spread across her face as she wiped her mouth with her hand. “You’re still hard.” She whispered jerking me off slowly with her hand.
“That’s because I still want you.” I breathed out.
I reached down and scooped her small body up from the floor, listening to Violet squeal and giggle. Her laughter was contagious, making me feel alive and somewhat renewed.
I held her close to my chest heading down the hallway and back to the bedroom, kissing her hard and deep, savoring the taste of her tongue. Bright sunlight exploded into the bedroom through she sheer curtains at the French doors filling the space with warmth and the view of the ocean in the distance and Haystack Rock couldn’t have been more spectacular. Violet attempted to squirm out of my hold but there was no way she was escaping my grip.
I tossed her on the bed and she landed with a comical flop, her mahogany hair went everywhere, falling around her shoulders and her beautiful face in a tangled mass. Her eyes went wide as she scrambled up the length of the bed wearing a huge toothy grin that caused me to laugh and shot straight to my dick that was begging to be let loose again.
The white sleepshirt she was wearing edged up over her ass when she rolled onto her stomach, revealing the fleshy globes and her pale skin that I planned to have my hands all over in just a second.
I stalked towards her on my knees, crawling onto the bed, approaching her like a tamer to a wild animal, poking her teasingly a few times.
“Don’t!” She giggled, holding her hands out, keeping me at bay.
“Don’t what?” I asked playfully, slanting my head to the side keeping a curious eye on her unexpected retreat.
She laughed and laughed, unable to catch her breath.
Infectious. Incredible. In love.
I snatched her by the wrists taking them in one of my hands, using my other hand to tickle her until she was nearly out of breath and giggling like a helpless hyena beneath me. She jerked and squirmed earning boisterous laughter from me in the process. I squeezed the round globes of her breasts, teasing her nipples between my fingers, taking each one of them into my mouth and leaving them wet pebbles in the wake of my lips.
She cackled loud when my fingers dragged along her slit and slowly she calmed sinking into the pleasure of it. I dipped down and consumed her mouth with my own, settling between her thighs and soon as I was inside of her making love to her, enjoying the feeling of being buried deep in the mystery between her thighs.
I was happy. It had been so long since I was happy and I was now addicted to it.
Violet
“Violet, I’m so happy that you’ve decided to do this.” James praised on the other end of the line.
I smiled. “I need to Dad.”
“Yeah, you do.” He laughed. “Will we get to meet this new love of yours at Christmas?”
I took a deep breath. “Yeah. I’m not sure, Dad.”
“Okay. I’m just happy, Violet. I’m happy for you. I want you to be in love.”
I rolled my eyes. “You were always the sappy one.”
“Of course.” He laughed. “I believe in love, Violet and you should believe in it too. Being in love it means making connections, taking chances and opening your heart - risking that it will be broken.”
I sighed, listening to James’ lecture.
“He’s a good guy.”
“I’m sure he is to make it over the Great Wall that is Violet Sawyer.” He joked.
I groaned at his statement but didn’t elaborate.
“Brooke isn’t working for you anymore?”
“No.” I whispered, unsure if I should dive deeper into the subject with him. “We just need our space, Dad. Brooke’s life is too intertwined in mine. It’s time we let go.”
“I understand, sweet pea.” He said. “Keep in touch. Fiona is nudging me off the phone. She gives her hello’s.”
Whatever.
“Okay, Dad. I love you. I’ll talk to you later.”
“The surgery will go fine. Please don’t stress over it.”
“I won’t.” I told him before hanging up.
Elijah and I had spent the last two days on the beach. He cooked and we read together at night. In the last few days, I hadn’t been able to sleep. Aside from being hungry tonight, I was simply annoyed and maybe even overwhelmed.
I’d had to hire a new driver, who as of right now was like a lifeline for me since I didn’t want Elijah driving back and forth from Portland to Cannon Beach. Besides, I stayed here most of the time anyhow.
Currently, I needed a personal assistant and I also needed to hire a business manager and publicist.
Fuck my life.
I’d spent the last two hours up, thinking about how my life might change in the next twenty-four hours. Suspended between excitement and fear.
“You’re up.” Elijah whispered.
I shifted on my side, putting my nose to his.
“It’s going to be my last night here.”
“You talk as if you’re going off to war.” He laughed.
I dragged my fingers over his shoulder and then up through his hair, making it messy.
“Will you come to see me?”
“Of course.” He said.
“I think there’s a private -.”
“Violet, please. It’s fine.”
“What will you do while I’m in the hospital?” I asked curiously.
“Work. I have some remodeling here to work on with Peter.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” He laughed. “I’ve been putting a few things off.”
He pulled me into a kiss. “Everything will be fine, Violet. I promise you.”
A single tear slipped from my eye, soaking the pillow beneath me. “I’m so used to having Brooke to help me with everything.”
He exhaled. “It’s a small change, Violet but everything will be fine. I promise you. I love you.”
A silly grin spread across my face, when I sniffled, wiping my own tears.
“I love you.” He whispered easing down between my legs, kneading into my thighs with his fingers as he did it.
There were no soft kisses pressed to the insides of my thighs. No gentle nudge to my clit with his no
se.
This man simply dove in, wrapping his wet lips and tongue around my clit drawing them into his mouth languidly, causing my thighs to quiver and soft cries to spill from my lips. He licked and lapped at my flesh, bending me nearly in half while my fingers raked through his hair and the wet sounds of his mouth filled the air.
“Oh, God.” I rasped out, when his tongue expertly fluttered over my swollen flesh causing my stomach to heat and my knees to jerk.
“Hmmm.” He moaned, the heat of his large arms surrounded me, pinning me in the position he wanted me in.
His wet mouth sucked and nipped at my flesh, licking me clean, coating me in his saliva that slicked the insides of my thighs and my mound. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling on the strands when I stiffened. The powerful rush spreading through me caused me to gasp and exhale and whimper his name as the orgasm took over, leaving me shattered, splintered in pieces beneath him.
I was snatched up like a rag doll and flipped over onto my stomach, still breathless. His large hand smoothed over my ass, while his legs settled on each side of me. He growled something to himself, while I dropped my head into the soft sheets, waiting. After a tug and then a pull, his hand ran up the inside of my thighs, forcing them apart. His heavy weight surrounded me, his chest to my back as he settled into a more comfortable position, tapping my ass cheek in the process. His wet cock brushed over my seam from behind and slowly he pushed in, causing my mouth to fall open in a silent scream and then I did.
His arms settled on each side of me, his body surrounded me almost in a cocoon keeping me safe and punishing me at the same time as he vaulted me forward with each stroke. He buried his mouth into my shoulder with a moan as his thick cock parted my flesh, tunneling into my wetness. My hands twisted into the sheets in a desperate attempt to hang on.
He kissed me fiercely, breathing hard into my ear, caging me in like a helpless animal beneath him while he had his way with me.
“I love how you feel, Violet. So fucking wet.” He growled.
In a flash, I was coming again, unable to discern my own primal sounds from his. He fucked me harder, pounding and pounding and pounding, causing my breaths to become jerky and erratic.