At his words silence follows until Felicity breaks it. “You’re going with her?” Tears slip down her cheeks.
Because of how close I currently am to Blake, I feel his hesitation at seeing his sister’s tears. He buries his face in the curve of my shoulder and breathes heavily. But when he says, “I need to be wherever Violet is,” his words are clear and to the point. “I’m going to miss seeing you on nearly a daily basis. I’m going to miss cuddling my niece. I’m also going to miss your husband’s big mouth … but, I think I’ll go crazy if Violet heads out alone.”
I shake my head and pray the tears in my eyes don’t fall as I turn my face to Blake. “You know I’d willingly stay here if it’s what you wanted to do. I only need you to be happy Blake.” I cup his cheeks and enjoy the soft whiskers under my fingertips.
He leans in and places a soft kiss to my lips. “We’re going to Boston, Vi. No way in hell am I going to keep you here when you’ve been offered such an amazing job.”
“Oh,” Felicity cries. “Blake … ignore my tears. They’re a mixture of happiness and sadness. Mainly happiness now that you’ve stopped being an asshole and shoving Violet away. I want you to have everything that I have.” She sniffles. “We can visit?” she asks Kasey.
“Damn straight.” He grins and kisses his wife. “Boston is a beautiful city and I’ll take you to Fenway Park, we can watch a Red Sox game.” Kasey rubs his hands together. “I’m really looking forward to this.”
Felicity mumbles something to him and he grins, taking his daughter from the car seat. She fiddles under her top and starts feeding her daughter. “I’m probably going to cry a lot before you leave, but I need you to know that I am really happy for you both.”
Kasey finally sits beside his wife and smirks at Blake. “So, you’re finally back in the saddle, huh?”
The heat creeps onto my face while Kasey’s eyes dance with mirth. “Thought so.”
“You’re embarrassing Violet.” Felicity nudges into him.
“She’s family so I’m allowed to embarrass her.”
Blake flips him off so I quickly grab his hand, covering it with mine. “Stop encouraging him.”
“Hmm,” he whispers, nuzzling into my neck seconds later. “I think you need to distract me so I’m not encouraging him.”
Even though my eyes are holding Blake’s I feel the stare of Felicity and Kasey, but right at this moment my usually embarrassed self doesn’t care as I turn and straddle him.
Our groins align perfectly as I wrap my arms tightly around his neck, my lips going to his earlobe. He shivers when I nibble and suck, clenching me against him. “You’re asking for trouble,” Blake whispers.
“I can feel just how hard the trouble is that I’m in.”
Blake splutters and groans while his flesh continues to throb.
17
Blake
After my shower I’ve stayed in the wheelchair that I usually dread. Every morning, when I first wake, I’m just content, so happy. Since Violet had taken matters into her own hands, and I’d found I could no longer resist the delectable woman, I wake up a happier man. I’m not totally there yet, but Violet makes me smile. With her, I see a future and it isn’t as bleak as I’d thought it would be.
My thoughts about my recovery and what I can do to support Violet are more on the positive side now. A lot of credit for that goes to Aiden for making me se
e that I can claim some independence back. Because as much as I love spending time with Violet while she drives me around, I’d love it even more if I was able to free up some of her time—something as simple as just driving us both to the store.
“Why so pensive?” Violet asks, standing in the doorway of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her.
“Thinking,” I mumble, no longer paying attention to my thoughts, my eyes following the droplets of water covering Violet’s shoulders.
“Blake.” She grins sauntering closer, her eyes straying from mine to my lap and the action going on under the towel.
I clear my throat and all I get in return is a smirk while my boner goes rigid with need.
“Mmm, I think something needs taking care of.” The tip of her pink tongue peaks out between her cherry lips.
Her teasing smile widens as she lets the towel keeping her covered from my gaze drop to the floor.
I hiss between my teeth at the beautiful sight before me. Violet is a sexy woman with a narrow waist, curvy hips and large breasts. Her skin is soft to the touch, but nothing compares to the softness of the smile that lights up her face when she looks at me. That’s everything. Except now, I couldn’t even tell you my name with Violet being nude and slowly making her way toward me.
My heart thuds against my chest.