Love at First Sight Series Boxed Set: (Books 1-5)

by Lynn Cooper

  My finger circles faster around the bundle of nerves at her sacred center. I lick the pulse point of her neck. She lolls her head to the side for more. More of my mouth, lips and teeth. I can feel the vibration of an orgasm trembling her body. Bucking her hips. Wetting my hand.

  “That’s it, Violet. Give in. I’m seconds from coming. Please come with me.”

  Her breath catches. My cock jerks. Her lips fall open on a silent scream. My teeth sink into her shoulder. Her body shatters beneath my touch. Mine erupts like a volcano, soaking my underwear and dampening the front of my pants.

  As we catch our breath, I release her wrists and reach for a roll of paper towels on the supply shelf. Carefully, I do what I can to blot away the stain of my sin. Violet pushes away from the wall and says, “That had to be the best art lesson in the history of the world.”

  I can’t help but chuckle. Tossing the paper towel into the trashcan, I pull her close. Hugging this curvaceous woman is heaven. Resting my chin on top of her head, I say, “What we just shared was wonderful, but it was also the worst thing that could have happened.”

  The confused, hurt look on her face stabs my heart, leaving it lacerated and bleeding inside my chest.

  “Why?”

  “Because I’m obsessed with you, Violet Driscoll. I’ve had the pleasure of tasting and touch you, and I know it will never be enough. If I kissed your lips and sucked your nipples, if I licked your clit and fucked your pussy day and night from here to eternity, it would never, ever be enough.”

  She smiles. “All of those things sound really great to me.”

  I run my fingers through my hair. “Haven’t you ever heard too much of a good thing can be bad?”

  She reaches out and touches my cheek. “We love each other, don’t we?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then how can anything we do to each other or with each other sexually ever be a bad thing?”

  “There’s something you don’t know about me, Violet. Something that makes me lose control and all sense of responsibility and reason. A thing so powerful and insidious it threatens to rip me to shreds every waking hour of the day. It wreaks havoc on my mind, driving me to distraction or even worse. I’ve tried to fight it. I thought I could teach you while keeping you at a safe distance. But I was wrong. You’ve seeped into my blood, taken up residence in my heart and now you own my thoughts. You torture my mind. You are my obsession.”

  “I know, and it’s okay. We can be each other’s obsession. You can have me as much as you want, anytime you want.”

  I shake my head as the sadness of our situation washes over me. “Sweet, naïve, Violet. You couldn’t weather the storm of my never-ending desire. You would drown beneath my relentless demands on your body. We can’t be alone together anymore. I’ll find another way to give you private lessons. I think we could do just as well via Skype.”

  “No!” she yells. “I won’t let you go. I’m going to hold onto you with both hands, Rhett. I’m going to fight for you even if that means fighting you. You can’t give me the greatest pleasure I’ve ever known and then jerk it away. You can’t offer me promises of success and a future full of happiness then renege when things get tough.”

  The way she’s looking at me unravels what is left of my composure. If I don’t get away from this vixen, I’ll flip that skimpy skirt up, bend her over my desk and fuck her until she screams.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Violet Driscoll

  I CAN’T LET HIM run away from me again. It’s the moment of truth, and I have to be brave enough to take what I want. I’m working up my courage when the door opens and Jerome sticks his head inside.

  He gives us a wide, toothy grin and says, “Principal Huntly asked me check in on ya’ll to see if you doin’ okay.”

  Rhett offers a tight smile. “We’re fine, Jerome.”

  “Oh, yes, sir. I can see that for myself,” he says, pointing to the canvas. “That sure is a pretty shade of brown. My sister Ebiline tried paintin’ by numbers one time. She didn’t like it none, so she took up smokin’ instead. She’s real good at that. I reckon she’s up to five packs a day now.”

  I try to hide the disapproval on my face, but Rhett doesn’t make any effort to downplay the scowl on his. Through clenched teeth, he says, “We need to get back to work, Jerome. Thanks for stopping by.”

  “Your welcome, Mr. Calder. If it’s the same to you, I’m gonna leave ya’ll to it. I got a honeybun and a cup of coffee waitin’ on me in the breakroom. I’ll see you folks Monday.”

  “Wait,” I say. “Does that mean you won’t be making any more rounds this afternoon?”

  “I’d rather not. The corns on my big toes are killin’ me. But maybe we can keep that between the three of us.”

  I give him a conspiratorial wink. “We won’t say a word to Principal Huntly. As far as me and Mr. Calder are concerned, you came by and checked on us every fifteen minutes for the entire two hours.”

  “You are mighty kind, Miss Driscoll.”

  “Have a nice weekend, Jerome.”

  “Same to you,” he says, tipping his cap and leaving the room.

  I wait a few seconds to make sure he has moved on down the hall before I run across the room, lock the door and make my way back to Rhett’s desk. Hopping up on the end, I crook my finger in a come-hither motion.

  The play of Rhett’s jaw muscles beneath his sexy five o’clock shadow sends tingles of pleasure through my core.

  “What do you think you’re doing, Violet?”

  “I’m trying to seduce you.”

  Lying back across the Day Planner on his desk, I kick off my shoes, bend my knees and place my feet flat on the varnished, oak-finished edge.

  Slowly and stealthily, he stalks toward me. When he steps between my legs and places his warm palms on top of my knees, I squirm with delight.

  “You are playing with fire, Miss Driscoll.”

  “I know. Just looking at you burns me up inside. You are a living, breathing inferno of high-octane testosterone. Consume me, Mr. Calder. Fuck me with the flame roaring inside your trousers.”

  He shakes his head. “You wouldn’t survive it.”

  “Try me,” I say, letting my legs fall wide in an open invitation.

  “You shouldn’t show me your pussy, little girl. It’s not ready for my brand of fucking. Close your legs. Get off my desk. Go home.”

  “I won’t let you send me away. I know why you’re afraid to take me. I tried to tell you last night on the phone, but you were so hell bent on running off again, I don’t think it registered.”

  He frowns. “I’d like to think I’m a better listener than that. Refresh my memory.”

  I watch him closely for a second before I speak. His eyes keep traveling to my swollen sex. I’m fully aware of the inner battle silently waging war inside him. He wants me. Craves me. But he is too terrified of ripping me in two. He believes his compulsion and obsession combined will destroy me.

  “I said I understood what was happening to you and wasn’t afraid anymore.”

  “What do you think you understand?”

  “It’s not what I think. It’s what I know.”

  “Spill it!”

  “I know you have OCD, Rhett.”

  He stumbles forward until the tops of his thighs hit the edge of the desk. His face contorts into a mask of anger, confusion and disbelief. “How?” he asks.

  “I listened to your ritualistic meal-preparation movements through a vent in my bedroom floor. It didn’t take me long to pick up on the repetitive rhythm. Everything from you pacing the floor to chopping vegetables was orchestrated in even-numbered sets.”

  He rubs his hand over his jaw. “Then you should also understand why we can’t be together. My compulsions don’t begin or end with cooking food, Violet.”

  “I didn’t think they did. I mean, I remember how intensely you studied your feet the night we met. I’ve read enough about this psychological disorder to realize it effects every face
t of your life.”

  “Including sex.”

  I nod, grabbing his tie and pulling him down on top of me. “I figured as much, but I don’t care. I want you. Please take me, Rhett. Show me I’m yours.”

  The heat of his breath flutters my hair. “You’re not ready. When I tongue-fucked you last night, your sweet cunt clamped down like a vice. Only a virginal vagina could be so tight.”

  A surge of anger causes me to fist his tie between my fingers even tighter. “So my being innocent is the problem?”

  “It’s not a problem. But losing one’s virginity is a big deal. A special occasion which shouldn’t be taken lightly. It deserves planning and a lot of consideration. It’s a red-letter day. The day a girl becomes a woman. I don’t want to steal that from you by taking your maidenhead while you’re sprawled across my desk in a fucking high school classroom.”

  “But what about what I want?”

  “You don’t know what you want, Violet.”

  “The devil I don’t. Do you think I care if you have to thrust in sets of twenty or if you have to pinch my nipples in sets of six? Do you think I’d really mind if you fucked me like a madman multiple times a night? I want you any and every way I can have you, Rhett. I know why you fight so hard against us being together. You think I can’t handle your sexual compulsions and obsessions, but I can.”

  “You can’t, and I’ll prove it.”

  Raising up, he breaks the hold I had on his tie. I suck in a sharp breath of anticipation and surprise when he unzips his black slacks and pulls out the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. Yeah, I snuck a peek at Hazel’s Playgirl magazines one time when she went to the bathroom. The men on those glossy pages couldn’t hold a candle to Rhett.

  He groans low and deep in his throat as he guides the crown of his cock to my entrance. It’s a ragged sound of torment, making me ache to soothe him. But the flare of his nostrils and the blatant desire etched onto his handsome face hardens my nipples and makes my cunt clench at the emptiness waiting to be filled.

  He pushes inside me but only an inch before stopping. I can feel his body quaking with the strain of his restraint. I swallow hard as I watch his throat work. His dark hair falls forward in a sexy mess when he presses his forehead to mine.

  His voice is rough as gravel. “Tell me to stop, Violet. Tell me to get off of you. I can do it. I can leave you alone if you tell me to.”

  I clamp my lips together, refusing to fulfill his requests. I don’t want him to stop. I want him inside me, branding me with his cock. All the while I’ll be branding myself onto his heart with a mark so deep and permanent he will never want to let me go.

  With only the tip of his massive erection inside me, he waits for my answer. Our eyes lock in a steely standoff of wills, but I won’t budge. I won’t give in.

  “Say something,” he demands.

  I shake my head.

  “You beautiful, stubborn woman. Are you really refusing to talk to me?”

  I nod.

  “Fine. This is your last chance. I’m at a breaking point. You are about to be fucked, Violet. And I mean hard. I need to know you understand me. If you won’t talk, blink once for yes and twice for no. Do you want me to stop?”

  My eyes do a double flutter, and the next thing I know, Rhett’s hand is over my mouth muffling my screams. His long, thick dick has torn through my virginal barrier in one wild, ramming thrust of his hips.

  My mind barely has time to register the painful, burning sensation between my legs when Rhett slides his hand from my lips and drops to his knees, murmuring frantically, “I’ll fix it. I’ll lick and suck and kiss the pain away. I promise to make it all better.”

  I inhale shakily and then relax into the wet warmth of his mouth on a stronger exhale. I can’t suppress a soft moan when he takes full possession of my pussy, licking up and down the seam of my pink, glistening slit. Any discomfort from earlier is completely forgotten as he hooks his hands beneath my hips, holding me in place.

  The second his tongue darts out and into my tender canal, my back arches off the desk. My mouth opens on a velvety-sounding, “Ah.” It’s the sound of pleasure and surrender all rolled into one. With his fingers biting into the cheeks of my ass, he delves into me over and over. Tongue fucking me on the count of ten, followed by clit sucking for a count of six. His rhythm is unique to him and the OCD demon driving this train, but it’s a track I always want to travel with him.

  These sensual seconds tick into mind-blowing minutes as he continues to taste me. Every lap and lick of his tongue vibrates and tingles every inch of my body. Each graze of his teeth against my fevered flesh makes me thrash against his face. I throw my head back and grip the edge of the desk, reaching, grasping for the top of Orgasm Mountain. When he bites then sucks my clit between his lips, I detonate, bucking and trembling until there’s nothing left of me but a gushing pool of femininity.

  As I lie in the glow of aftershocks, Rhett stands, bends at the waist and covers me with his body. His cock is still rock-hard and pressing against my stomach. I curl into his heat, biting his shoulder through the pressed material of his dress shirt. He whispers in my ear, “You are fucking gorgeous when you come. I’m so sorry I hurt you.”

  I place my hands on either side of his face. “Pain only enhances the pleasure. You did what had to be done to make me a woman.”

  “My woman.”

  “Yes, and you owe your woman a good fucking.”

  “I don’t think—”

  “That’s right. Don’t think, Rhett. Just feel me,” I say, rotating my hips upward, mercilessly teasing him.

  My eyes widen in surprise when his hand darts beneath my head, fisting my hair. He tugs hard. As if there are invisible strings attached to his fingers, my body begins to move like a marionette doll. My back arches, pushing my tits in his face. My legs open wider, welcoming him inside.

  This time, he holds nothing back, ramming his stiff, unforgiving penis to the hilt. His thrusts are deeper, punishing and all-encompassing. Nothing in the world matters at this moment but the feel of this man inside me. It’s pure, unadulterated bliss.

  I wrap my legs around his tapered waist, locking my ankles behind his hips as they drive faster and faster into me. The lines of our individuality blur, and I can no longer tell where I stop and he begins. We are harmoniously one and the same. I kiss him hard and soft and every way in between while his breath catches in his muscular chest and his hips roll to a rhythm only he can hear. Like a wild stallion, pawing the air and stomping the ground, he rears up, roaring to a thunderous release. His come is a raging river, flooding me with semen, overflowing my pussy and running down my legs.

  We cling to each other as we come down from an indescribable high. One where humans turn into lust-driven animals before floating back to earth and morphing into something more civilized once again.

  Rhett is still semi-erect when he pulls out of me and stands up. I have a feeling he could go again. After all, one is an odd number. If I understand his disorder, his mind and body won’t be satisfied or satiated until he has fucked me, climaxed and ended on an even count.

  He zips his pants then helps me off the desk. Immediately, I can sense him withdrawing.

  Clearing his throat, he says, “I think our lesson is over for today. You should go home and enjoy your weekend.”

  Feeling flabbergasted, I ask, “How can I enjoy it without you?”

  “You’ll find a way. I suggest you start with a warm Epsom’s salt bath. I’m sure you’re good and sore.”

  “And I’m sure you’re a complete ass,” I say, grabbing my purse and racing toward the door. All I can think about is Hazel’s warning. That men only care about goosy poosy. She insisted I not open my legs or give it up until there was a ring on my finger and the church had been booked for the wedding.

  With my head down, cursing my stupidity, I nearly slam into Miss Gramlett coming down the hall toward Rhett’s room. She turns her head like an inquisitive dog and says, “
Where’s the fire?”

  I smirk, “I don’t know. Why don’t you ask the asshole in the art room?”

  “Why, I never!” she exclaims.

  “Well that explains a lot,” I crack off, not caring about the consequences.

  When I hear her heels clicking behind me, I break into a run. The second I make the parking lot, I hop in my Subaru and spin out into the road.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Rhett Calder

  I PUT AWAY THE paints and wash the brush Violet and I barely used. I hate it with a purple passion she left hurt and angry. I did act like a jackass but, in my defense, I had to put some space between us. I was a fraction of a second away from stripping her naked and fucking her against the wall, on the floor and any other surface I deemed fuck-worthy.

  I love her for believing she understands me and my obsessive-compulsive disorder. Hell, I just love her, period. However, she truly doesn’t have a clue as to what I go through. What I’m capable of putting her through. The last thing I want is to be away from her this weekend or any other one for that matter. But I have to step back and get some perspective. I’ve got to devise a plan that doesn’t involve us making magical, down-and-dirty love on my desk anymore. It was terribly irresponsible.

  When I finish drying the brush, I grab the canvas and head toward the door. As I’m flipping off the lights, Tonya Gramlett appears out of nowhere. With her bony hip propped against the jamb, she says, “I saw Violet a few minutes ago. She seemed quite upset. I wonder what’s gotten into her. Well, other than your cock, I mean.”

  Keep it together. Tonya knows nothing. She’s just a bitter, jealous bitch who’s fishing without a line.

  I give her the old flirtatious grin again. “Now what kind of talk is that for a fine lady such as yourself?”

  “Save your sexy smile for someone else, Mr. Calder. Your bullshit lines and charms can’t help you now.”

  “Okay, Miss Gramlett. I’m calling your bluff. Either fold or show your hand.”