Their relationship had moved quickly, and she’d fretted to Geillis one afternoon her fear that they would burn out as quickly as they’d ignited, but her friend disagreed.
“It’d be different if you were all passion. I’m not saying there’s not passion there,” she defended herself, raising a hand to stave off Violet’s protestations, “but you actually spend time together. It took him a hundred bloody years to give you the ol’ dickory dock, so I don’t think you need to worry about flaming out too fast. Besides, luvvie,” she added, her voice growing softer, “you lot are here for a minute and then you’re gone. Love the ones you love while you got the chance.”
She stroked down his cock in a constant tugging motion, pulling on his balls in opposite intervals, smiling when he huffed and snorted above her.
His head was leaking by the time she began to pump his heavy shaft in earnest, his hips meeting the padded bench rhythmically.
“Mmm, don’t get any funny ideas,” he groaned. “I’m going to be doing this to you later tonight.”
“Tonight and tomorrow,” she agreed, bringing the tight ring of her fingers over his swollen head. “And Sunday morning.”
“Greedy girl.” She could tell by the way his breath hitched that he was close to coming, and reached back to retrieve the nozzle.
“And Monday I have to go sign papers for my apartment.” Rourke jerked sharply at her words, but she was already working the nozzle down his engorged shaft, grinning at the deep low he let out. The green light clicked on as she milked his heavy balls, feeling the pulse of his eruption thudding through them, as familiar as her own heartbeat. The white-filled bottle was tagged and placed in the corner before she hopped lightly up the short staircase, finding him still laying over the padded bench.
“You got the job?”
“I got the job,” she confirmed, leaning in to meet his kiss. “He called just before I came into the room.”
“I hope that apartment is a short-term lease.”
A riot of butterflies moved through her chest. She loved him, of that she was certain. She couldn’t imagine not waking up every weekend to his heavy arm over her, or having dessert first at every meal, and even though it was wildly premature and a conversation she wouldn’t dream of broaching until well after her lease was up, she secretly wondered if he’d ever consider having another ring fitted through his wide pink nose.
“It’s one year and then month-to-month.”
“Perfect,” he murmured against her skin, messy pecan hair tickling her cheek. “I wouldn’t unpack everything if I were you.” His lips were soft and his tongue was hot, and his kiss left her breathless, as it always did, before he pulled himself to his feet to do up his pants.
It was a relief that the new job would be flexible because she’d hate leaving this place, Violet considered. Morning Glory Farm had indeed been a lifeline, in more ways than one. There was no doubt in her mind that if she hadn’t clicked that listing, she’d be sitting in the loft above the garage, depressed and anxious and still horribly in debt, with nothing but Carson Tinsley from up the street and her mother’s well-meaning suffocation to see her through her days.
No caprine coffee shops, no vampire restaurants, and certainly no Mega Milkerz pin on her bag. She would never have met him, would never know the secret smile he possessed if he’d not been in her life, and she had this place was to thank.
“I have something very important to ask you,” he rumbled, arm drawing around her waist, the picture of corporate professionalism once more. “And I’m really hoping you’ll say yes.”
She turned in his arms, her heart in her mouth. “W-what is it?” His palm was warm as it cupped her face, his thumb gently stroking her cheek, tender and soft and uniquely him. You definitely love him. No question. He checks every box.
“There’s something called a chocolate lava explosion at that new arcade restaurant that just opened up, and I need to find out what it is. And I really don’t think I’m going to be able to share it. And that place is going to be crawling with kids, so I don’t want to go in. So I was thinking, if I order online, maybe you could . . .”
“You want me to go in and get your little kid’s dessert that you have no intention of sharing with me?” Her breath hitched when he lifted her, cupping her ass as her legs wrapped around him.Every. Single. Box.
“If it’s not too much trouble. I’ll make it up to you, sweetheart.”
She was going to settle into her new life in Cambric Creek, she was going to ace this new job, she was going to listen to his neighbor’s very good advice.If you love each other and you’re good together, then it’s worth it.
“You better believe you will.”
After all, Violet thought. If a job was worth doing, it was worth doing well.