“I’m giving it some space.”
“Don’t give it too much space. She was a single parent, too. You’re going to have a lot in common real soon.”
The statement has me pausing. Abigail is right, whether I like it or not.
My eyes drift out the window, and I see Kaila and my mom back in the front part of the gallery. The glint on the glass makes it hard to pick up any real body language, but I have a feeling Kaila is sending out a telepathic cry for help. No one, especially not my friends, is safe from my mother’s lectures.
“We should get back,” I say, standing up.
“Okay.” Abigail smiles.
I take a deep breath, looking for the right words.
“Thanks for talking with me. I know I’m maybe…ah, difficult sometimes.”
“You’re going through something big right now.”
“Yeah,” I agree.
Sean’s face flashes in front of me, but I push the thought of him away.
“Violet?”
“Mm-hmm?”
Her smile is genuine, her eyes earnest.
“I’m here to talk if you need to. At any time. All right?”
My eyes burn with unshed tears, though I don’t know exactly why. “Thanks.”
I know I can’t take her up on the offer. Which is maybe why I’m suddenly so emotional. Abigail is right. At a time like this, I need other people in my life.
It’s just that, for one reason or another, I feel like there are very few people I can let in. The only person I can completely unload with is Kaila. Other than that, I’m still on my own.
“Let’s get back,” I hurriedly say, grabbing the coffees.
Enough talking. Enough thinking. Mulling over my situation only makes me feel worse. It’s time to act.
Chapter 11
Frank
I can’t keep the whistle from my lips as I lope down the street. And for good reason. Everything I love the most is about to be mine: A sweet piece of ass. A new motorcycle. The ability to gloat.
I’m going to win this bet, and there’s nothing Sean can do about it.
Rounding the corner, I look up and down the street, searching for the gallery. Even though Sean wouldn’t give up the info, Flower Power wasn’t that hard to find. A quick check on the website told me the place closed right around the time I got off from my new job.
What do they call that? Serendipity?
Yep. The gods want me to seduce Violet and smoke Sean’s ass.
With the sun setting, the street lights are coming on all up and down the block. Thanks to its big windows, the gallery is easy to find. I’m right on time, too. Violet is on the other side of the front door, flipping the sign to closed.
When I step right up to the glass and grin at her, her eyes go wide.
“Hi,” I mouth.
She licks her lips and glances over her shoulder, like she’s thinking about whether or not to let me in. I wait, not worried in the slightest.
Finally, she opens the door.
“Hey, Violet.”
I step right in, and the warm scent of her perfume hits me at once. Vanilla. Flowers. Yum.
“How did you know where I was?” she asks, face flat.
She’s wearing tight pants and one of those medieval-looking tops with the strings in front. Man, I’m gonna have fun taking that off her.
“Sean told me you have a gallery, so I looked it up.”
Her gaze is still wary, but the way she nibbles on her lip can’t be missed.
“Oh. It’s, uh, Frank, right?”
No way did she forget my name.
“Right,” I smoothly answer.
Violet tucks some hair behind her ear, her gaze sweeping across the gallery again. Either she’s looking for someone or something, or is nervous.
“I came to apologize,” I say.
Her hand drops from her face. “Oh.”
“Yeah. I really didn’t mean to walk in on you guys the other day. We just moved into that place, and we haven’t really had anyone over yet, so it kind of took me by surprise.”
A smile cracks across her stony face. “It took me by surprise, too.”
“Yeah.” I grin. “Sorry, again.”
“Thank you. I really appreciate that.” Her body noticeably relaxes, and her gaze finally comes to my face. “You don’t have to apologize, but it’s nice that you are.”
“I want to.” I look deep into her eyes, and her lashes flutter. “This is a nice place.”
“Thank you.”
“It looks like you were just closing up for the night.”
“Yeah, I was.”
“Do you have plans now?”
The question throws her off, her mouth opening into a sexy ‘O’.
“No…”
“Let me buy you a drink as a second ‘I’m sorry’. There’s a good bar down the street. Larry’s.”
“I know the place. My friend and I go there sometimes.”
“So?”
Violet blinks. “So, what?”
“Will you come?”
She blushes. “Sure. Thank you. But just one drink. I need an early night.”
I wait for her at the door as she gets her purse and locks the place up. Larry’s is just a few blocks away, and with each step it gets harder to stop smiling. Violet may have given me the ‘just one drink’ line, but I already know that’s not how things are gonna go down. Even if she doesn’t give herself over to me tonight, it’s only a matter of time before that happens.
“Cranberry vodka,” she tells the bartender as we take our seats.
“Light beer,” I order.
I turn all of my attention to the sexpot next to me. Her hands are moving all over the place again, touching her hair, her shirt, her arm…
“Do I make you nervous?” I ask.
“No,” she says, so fast it has to be a lie.
Our drinks are deposited in front of us, and Violet takes a long gulp right away.
“So, what’s up with you and Sean?”
Over the top of her glass, her eyes slide to mine. “What do you mean?”
“Are you guys seeing each other?”
“No, we’re friends…Or…Yeah.” She takes another drink. “I’m not really sure, but I do think we won’t be spending much time together any more. If at all.”
“Huh. Cool.”
“Cool?”
I shrug and take a sip of my beer. Let her read into that all she wants.
“You like dancing?” I ask.
“What kind of dancing?”
“Clubbing.”
She snickers. “Are you asking me to go clubbing with you?”
“Maybe.” I grin.
“I said one drink.”
“And you’re already halfway through it.” I nod at the glass. “We just got here.”
Still smiling wide, Violet runs her tongue along the top of her teeth. Her words are saying one thing, but her body language another entirely. The walls she had up when I first came over are gone. I’ve knocked those suckers right down.
“Don’t even think about it,” I say. “Let’s just go. Right now.”
Dropping a bill on the counter, I take her hand. She giggles as I pull her off the stool and out of the bar.
I haven’t been in town long, but even a few weeks is enough time to get a feel for the scene. The club I have in mind is perfect. With a hot DJ and private booths in corners, it’s the sexy kind of spot we need.
It’s early, meaning the line is short. It doesn’t take long for us to get inside and to our own table, where I order bottle service right away.
Goodbye, three hundred-plus dollars. No matter. Soon, I’ll have a custom-built motorcycle. Any money spent tonight will be well worth the trade.
“You and Sean were in the military together, right?” Violet asks over the music.
“What?” I scoot closer to her on the bench, acting like I didn’t catch her words.
“You and Sean were in the army together,�
�� she loudly says, her breath grazing against my ear. My dick does a little dance.
“Yeah.” I nod, leaning forward to mix her up a drink.
“Where are you from? Hawaii?”
“Nope! Oakland. Cali.”
“What are you doing now?” she shouts.
“I’m working at a gun shop.”
“Oh.” Violet nods, her jaw tensing.
“Let me guess,” I chuckle. “You’re not into guns.”
She grimaces. “Not really. Sorry I can’t talk shop with you.”
“It doesn’t matter.” I hand her the drink, making sure our fingers graze as she takes it. “There are plenty of other things we can do.”
She goes silent, but I can feel the need coming off of her.
The track fades into a newer one, and Violet sits up straighter. “I love this song!”
I don’t need to hear it twice. She’s in my arms in a second, squealing as I drag her to the dance floor.
The place has slowly filled up, with people bumping and grinding all around us. I pull Violet closer, wrapping my arms loosely around her waist as we dance. Her hips bounce, every sexy inch of her only getting hotter.
As the song switches, I get closer, holding her by the waist. She doesn’t pull back. She wants this just as bad as I do. Maybe more, judging by the way she’s grinding up against my leg.
She turns around as she shimmies, her back getting pressed against my chest. I bury my face in her hair, sucking in that sweet mixture of sweat and perfume.
My dick, which has been pushing against my pants all night long, gets even harder. Violet has got to notice. Every time she rubs up against it, it feels so good I think my head is going to explode.
With the beat switching up again, Violet turns around and fans her face.
“I need a break!” she shouts.
“Come on.” I take her hand as we head back to the table.
“This is fun,” she says after downing a glass of water.
“Yeah!” I get in closer, wrapping my arm around her shoulders.
“It’s getting kind of late, though.”
“Is it?” I frown. “I’m not tired at all.”
“Yeah!” She nods. “I should go home. My house isn’t far. Do you…want to come have a drink at my place?”
Score.
Chapter 12
Frank
We can’t get out of the place fast enough. Back on the street, we leave our cars behind and hail a cab. The drive to Violet’s place takes us just a block past mine and Sean’s.
“Sucker,” I breathe, giving the street the middle finger.
Poor Sean. Stuck at home, probably waxing the motorcycle he’s about to lose. And here I am, on my way to a sweet lay and a winning bet.
I think I’m gonna like Honolulu.
The neighborhood we end up in is typical. Nice, with big lawns and cutesy homes. Violet tells the cabbie to pull over outside a yellow, one-story house. I’m out in a flash, following her up the drive with a throbbing hard-on.
We go inside without a word, which is a good sign. At this point, there’s only one thing on both our minds.
Violet flicks on the light in the living room, and I take a few seconds to check the place out. Lots of soft seats. Books. Walls covered in art.
“I have vodka,” she says, hanging her purse up and turning to me. “If you want to keep drinking that.”
I don’t say anything, just look at her instead. She’s less than a foot away, and when she swallows, I hear it.
“Do you…still want a drink?” she breathes.
I shake my head, taking a slow step toward her. Violet’s face tilts up, her lips falling open.
The beast is out. Twisting the back of her shirt, I press my hips against her and take that soft, sexy mouth.
Violet moans against me, her hands desperately grasping at my chest. I send my tongue deeper, and she loosens her jaw even more.
Spinning her around, I walk her backward, to the couch. She goes willingly, her hungry little body practically begging for my attention.
Setting her on the couch, I pull her shoes and pants off. Her pussy is already dripping, panties clinging to it with wetness. Growling, I lean over and take the panties between my teeth, tugging them all the way down her thighs and off her legs.
Violet is panting, her eyes closed and her head rolling back. Any hesitation she had earlier is gone. No shy girl here.
She drops her legs over my shoulders, and I dive right in. As I wiggle my tongue against her tight hole, she bucks against my mouth. More sweet juices seep out of her, covering my mouth and running down my chin.
My head pounds, my dick growing so hard it hurts. If I don’t get it out soon, I’m going to explode before I even get the chance to undress.
Pausing for a second, I sit up to help her out of her shirt and bra. Her breasts are round, bouncy, and perfect.
“Fuck,” I hiss. No more waiting. Jumping to my feet, I rip off every article of clothing on me. Violet practically purrs at the sight.
“Like what you see?” I grin.
She sits up on her elbows, ogling me. “You have a lot of tattoos.”
“There’s more to me than just the tats,” I chuckle.
Before she can respond, I’m stepping closer to the couch. Violet’s eyes widen as my dick comes closer to her face.
“Go ahead,” I urge.
She licks her lips and reaches out. I bite back a moan as her fingers wrap around my length and slowly start to pump it.
“It’s hard all for you,” I grunt.
Violet lets out a shuddering breath. Scooting closer, she gives the tip a test lick.
“That’s right, baby,” I whisper. “Do what you want.”
It’s just what she needs to be told. Opening her mouth up, she takes my dick in. A tongue smooth as butter slides along my length, and full lips rub it just right.
I grip her head, helping her by pumping into her mouth. Violet doesn’t back off, she just opens up wider, taking my dick till it hits in the back of her throat.
A groan rumbles in my chest, and I let it rip. The good thing about being in a house, not in an apartment surrounded by other people, is we can be as loud as we want—and I intend to have this woman screaming my name before the night is over.
“Lay down,” I command, pulling out of her mouth.
She does, her blue eyes flashing. Getting up on the couch, I plant my legs on either side of her shoulders. It’s a good thing the cushions are wide.
Violet knows just what I have in mind. Grabbing my dick again, she wraps her lips around it and gets busy sucking. I lean forward, dropping my face between her thighs. Her pussy trembles against my tongue as I lap at her clit.
Within a minute, she’s making muffled sounds around my dick. Her cries only make it better, though. It’s like a vibrator on my shaft.
Taking her swollen clit between my lips, I suck hard. I can practically feel her orgasm coming, while another hard wave of pleasure hits me.
My dick swells in her mouth, which feels too good. Another minute and I’ll jizz all down her throat, and I can’t do that. As amazing as this romp is, the bet is still number one. Over my dead, heavily-armed body am I losing my gun collection.
It’s agony, but I pull out of Violet’s mouth and climb off of her and the couch.
“Show me your bedroom.”
She leaps right up, pert ass jiggling as she walks around the couch.
Catching up quick, I seize her before she can make it to the bedroom and flip her around. With a gasp, her back hits the wall. Jamming my mouth against Violet’s, I use my whole body to pin her against the wall. Her hard nipples poke into my abs, and my dick finds her wet spot right away.
My tongue digs into her mouth, and she greedily laps back at me, the kiss sloppy and wild. Squeezing her tits, I roll them under my palms before pushing them together and licking a long line across them. Violet shudders against me, her hips knocking against me over and over. The end o
f my dick presses against her folds, but I hold back. Not yet.
I want to make sure I’m properly built up, because once I come, I’m not going to stop until every last drop is in her. I’m taking this body, and I’m winning this bet.
Violet yelps as I twist her nipple extra hard. Before she can even think of saying anything, though, my mouth is on hers again. Taking some of her hair in my palm, I lightly twist it into a ball. My other hand already has a plan, and is dropping between her legs and parting her lower lips.
Violet gasps and moans against my mouth, soft garbles that sound like half-words. I stroke inside of her, looking for that sweet spot. Once I find it, I let loose, fucking her with my fingers.
Her ecstatic moans flood the hall, and suddenly it doesn’t matter that we’re in her own house—the neighbors across the street can probably hear her cries.
The idea of others hearing our wild fucking makes me groan. I can’t wait any longer; my balls feel tighter than they’ve ever been. Pulling my fingers from Violet, I nudge my dick forward and slip into her.
Her firm walls grab hold of my length, pulling me in. I keep going, burying myself till my balls slap against her thigh.
Violet shakes even harder, but I keep her up by nudging my thigh under her leg and pressing her firmly against the wall. I pull all the way out and thrust again, using my dick to also secure her to the plaster.
Our groans rise and blend together, music to my ears. She feels so good my head spins. I’m not going to be able to hold out much longer, but I have to. The more I wait, the more I’ll have to pump into her.
Her walls tighten up, and I can tell she’s getting close. Nails dig into my back. Tearing my mouth from hers, I suck at her neck, being gentle not even an option.
Violet shakes, bucking in between me and the wall. I speed it up, plowing into her as fast as I can. I can feel the scream rumbling around in her chest. It flies up her throat and out through her lips as her pussy clamps hard onto me.
And then, lightning strikes. I blow, exploding deep into Violet. My cum shoots deep into her, her soft body soaking it all up.
I pump my hips a few more times for good measure. She’s gasping, sliding down the wall. I push my arm behind her back and hold her up.
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