Her fingers slide into my hair and she starts gently massaging my scalp. “Will you promise to be honest with me from this point forward? About everything? No pushing me away, no trying to protect me. I’ve only ever seen you in the wheelchair Blake. I want you to walk for yourself and no one else. My feelings are not going to change.” She kisses my forehead and quickly moves away, but not before I catch her blinking away tears.
Clearing my throat, I say, “I promise Violet,” hoarsely.
Violet dashes around the kitchen while my eyes track her movements. I’ve always noticed her, but now I’m noticing her in another way. I realize that I want her in my life regardless of whether or not my legs ever work again. She has stuck by me from the beginning so that right there should tell me what an ass I’ve been and how blind I really was to how she’d felt.
My sister and Kasey have a lot to do with my change toward Violet. All of a sudden, my life had flashed before my eyes, and I’d realized how much I needed to change. But as I watched Violet make sure I was there from the beginning yesterday, I realize she’d really been mine all along. It just took me a while to catch on to the idea.
Until I’ve proven myself to her, I’m not sure if I have the right to ask her to stay here instead of getting on the flight to Boston in the morning. I don’t want her to go anywhere unless I’m with her. Would she really leave for good though? I hope not.
12
Violet
Busying myself in the kitchen is the easiest thing to do while Blake stares off into space, lost in his thoughts. A deep frown spreads across his features while he glares daggers into the table.
He’s making me nervous. Last night had been a dream come true for me and I’d never felt as close to anyone as I did him. I think I’m waiting for him to tell me that it was a one off and he wants me to date other men again. I wouldn’t put it past him, even though I want to put my trust in him—us. I gave him everything I had last night regardless of the embarrassment I’d hidden well.
I want last night to be the start of something amazing and lifelong between us and I’m tense waiting for him to say something. His dark expression doesn’t change as he lifts his head and stares openly at me while I lean against the countertop.
“I wonder if Kasey is going to come back,” Blake muses, wheeling closer. “Because I think this chair has it’s advantages right now.” His hands touch my legs and slowly glide up and down beneath his jersey that I’ve been itching to wear from the moment I’d seen it, in his closet.
“You like me in your jersey, huh?” I lift myself up and backwards onto the counter and spread my thighs when he gets as close as he can, setting the brakes on his chair.
Holding my eyes, he shoves the front of the jersey up to my belly. “I love you in anything, but,” he grabs my hips and tugs me closer, kissing my mound, “seeing you in my jersey is sexy as hell … and my socks,” he growls, planting his face in my lap. “I’m barely holding on to my control right now.”
“I’m afraid Blake.”
He holds me tightly, bunching the jersey in his strong grip.
“I’m scared too Violet. I’ve pushed and pulled with you, and I’m scared that you’ll finally see sense and find someone else. Part of me knows you won’t but another part of me thinks I’d deserve it.”
My fingers massage his neck and the groan that he releases burns through my body. Smiling and wanting to urge him on, I move my legs over his shoulders. He says something, his words mumbled against my skin as his hand’s tremble.
When he lifts his head, his eyes blaze into mine and the heat scorches me to my soul.
“Lose the jersey and lean back on your elbows,” he growls, wiggling his tongue before he dips it between my swollen folds.
He needn’t have asked me to lean back because the first touch of his tongue drops me backwards against the hard countertop. I guess I should be glad it’s the island in the middle of the kitchen otherwise I’d have cracked my head on the wall.
Blake hisses, pressing and tickling my clit before his tongue dips into my sex. He pants. “You taste so fucking good.” He fucks and sucks me so hard that I can’t think as I feel my release getting closer and closer. “I’m going to bust a nut in my shorts when you come,” he whispers, kissing the lips of my pussy.
His hands grip my hips, his fingers spreading over my bottom as he tugs me from the counter. His mouth eats me. There’s no other word for it. But I don’t want to come like this. I want to be on him. I want to be wrapped in his arms while he holds me close.
“Stop!” I hiss.
He pauses and glances at my face.
“I need you.” I wiggle my legs free of his shoulders and he tugs me to my feet.
His breath his harsh and appears to be in time to the pulse of his penis as the huge tent in his shorts jerks, leaking onto the material. Blake watches me through hooded lids. But in seconds I have his shorts yanked over his groin and I’m straddling him, sliding down his solid erection.
Pressing closer, I yank Blake’s jersey up and off, tossing it to the floor and then I’m wrapping myself around him. My breasts against his chest. My core throbs from just the feel of him inside of me and around me, but as I gently rock he surprises me and swells even more. “Big,” I whisper. “You’re so big. I don’t even need you to move and I’m ready to come.”
“Violet,” he pants. “Don’t talk … struggling … for control.”
Seriously!
I don’t want him in control. I want him to lose it with me.