“They’re different.”
She smiled and nipped my fingertip with her front teeth. “They are, aren’t they?”
My dick thickened as she slid her mouth over my finger and sucked. “Fucking hell, Violet. You don’t want to get to the rehearsal on time, do you?”
She pulled her dress up with her other hand and shook her head. “No. I don’t. And I think something is wrong with me, because hearing you get all macho and jealous makes me want you so bad, Ian.”
I took the first turn I could and parked behind the post office. The Christmas lights from downtown made the sky glow from there, and it just added to the magic of having Violet slide over me behind the wheel of my truck. With my pants shoved down and her dress bunched around her hips, we fucked like the world was ending.
Violet braced her hands on the ceiling of the truck as she rode me, her perfect tits bouncing in the dress. I bruised her hips with my grip as I thrust into her harder. We both raced towards our finish, our pants and moans filling the steamy truck. She finished first with a scream and then hurried to climb off my lap. I was opening my mouth to tell her to come back when she turned around and took me deep in her mouth. I hit the back of her throat, she swallowed, and I came with a feral growl of her name.
I wasn’t sure of my name when she sat up, grinning at me. Trailing her finger over my dick, she hummed happily. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”
I looked down and saw a ring of her lipstick color at the base of my dick. Dropping my head back, I groaned. “Fuck.”
She pressed a kiss to the base of my neck, just inside my collar. “Now you’re marked all over.”
I gripped the back of her neck and took her mouth in a fierce kiss, unbothered by the taste of myself on her tongue. When I pulled back, I took my time fixing her lipstick. Nothing hid the bruised state of her lips, though, or the satisfaction in her eyes. She looked like she’d just been fucked good and hard. I was happy to leave my mark on her, too.
She moved back to her seat after a few more minutes of me just holding her. Flipping the mirror down, she looked at herself and brushed a few loose pieces of hair back into place. Touching up her lipstick once more, she closed the mirror and relaxed into her seat. “Yeah, I feel much better.”
I laughed and held her hand while getting back on the road. “Me too, baby. I feel so good I might just shoot the guys a text to let them know how much they’re missing out.”
“That would be so mean.” She giggled. “Tell them about my lipstick ring.”
I fought another erection at how proud she was. In the month we’d all been together, she’d really started to embrace who she was and what she liked. She was bolder than anyone knew, and the idea of watching her blossom even more filled me with more warmth than I’d even known possible. Love. It was love, true and pure.
“I can’t wait to get back home tonight. I’m going to rip this dress off, get into one of your shirts, and demand Adam and Jayden watchHomeAloneagain.”
“They’re going to revolt, you know? You can only push a man so far.” Lie. She could push us anywhere and we’d still want more. “Throw inDieHardfor them, baby.”
She made a disgruntled sound as she turned a crazed look on me. “If one of you suggests that I watchDie Hardas a Christmas movie again, I’m going to lose it.”
“We should watchDie Hard, specifically as a Christmas movie.”
She narrowed her eyes at me and tapped her fingers against mine as she thought. She was still coming up with revenge when I pulled into the hotel where the dinner was. She didn’t come up with it until I’d handed my key to the valet and opened her door for her. She let me ease her out of the truck and made sure she rubbed against me all the way down. Her eyes lit up when she felt my dick react. “Ha.”
I stepped back, putting myself on display only to her. “Do you think your mom will like me more when she meets me like this?”
“Oh, god. Bad plan. Put that thing away. Think about football or something.”
I frowned. “Football?”
“Well, it doesn’t turn you on, does it?”
“No, but I don’t think you should bring football into this.” I laughed out loud at the expression on her face and then pulled her into my chest. We were in the way of the other patrons, but I couldn’t make myself give a damn. Leaning down, I gently kissed her and nudged her nose with mine. “You’re fucking beautiful, Violet.”
“Violet?”
I sighed and spoke under my breath. “Mommy Dearest calls.”
Violet giggled and slapped my hand before lacing her fingers through mine and taking a deep breath. “Here we go.”
37.
***Violet***
IlostsightofIan as Mom directed him to the ballroom and dragged me away, under the ruse of a dress emergency. I just hadn’t realized it was a ruse until it was too late, and I’d already told Ian I was fine. The moment Mom had me alone, I knew I’d made a mistake. Her grip on my wrist tightened, and she cut an angry glance my way while pulling me into a conference room.