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Violet
T he elevator dings close to eight in the evening. The doors slide apart and Broadway steps out, looking like a man who went through hell and back to get here. His white shirt is specked with dried blood, dark circles surround his eyes that seem dull tonight.
He’s not a big smiler, but he always smiles at me when he comes back. Not tonight. Whatever Carter told him in Scarlett must’ve been bad news.
“Hey,” I say, sitting straighter on the couch. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
He doesn’t say a word as he crosses the room and falls to his knees by the couch, his big hands circling my thighs, head nuzzling into my tummy.
“Fuck, I missed you, baby,” he rasps, his thumbs drawing shapes on my hips. “I’m sorry it took so long.”
“That’s okay. It must’ve been important.” I run my fingers through his hair, pleasant heat filling the space around my heart when the tension sighs out of him. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not yet. We don’t have much time. I need a shower and then I’m taking you to Hailey. You’ll stay there tonight.” He inches away, looking up at me. “I fucked up.”
A deep eleven dents my forehead but before I can ask what he did and why I’m staying at Carter’s again, Broadway leans out to catch my lips. He thrusts his tongue inside my mouth, the kiss desperate, carnal, a clear message: I need to be inside you .
“Shower with me,” he whispers between kisses.
As soon as I nod, he gathers me into his arms and my legs have nowhere to go but around his hips. A small gasp falls from my lips, my blood catching on fire when his hard cock presses into me through the fabric of his pants.
“Promise you’ll tell me what’s wrong before you go... wherever it is you’re going,” I say, tugging at his shirt.
“I promise.”
He sets me down in the shower and steps back to get the water running. A playful smile purses my lips when Broadway grips the hem of my nightdress, pulling it over my head.
His dark, greedy eyes rove down my naked body pausing on my boobs, the pale pink nipples peaked.
“You’re so fucking pretty, Violet,” he rasps, nudging me back until I’m under the rainfall of warm water.
I tug him by the shirt so he’ll step closer. I’m already so turned on it’s shameful. In fact, I’ve been wet since I woke up this morning. We were supposed to spend the day on the couch, watching movies and having sex.
The anticipation clung to me all morning while I waited for Broadway to come home, and then Carter screwed up our plan.
Despite my trembling hands, I make quick work of the shirt buttons, then move to unbuckle his belt.
“Someone’s greedy tonight,” he grits out when I slip my hand inside his pants.
“You promised me a day of orgasms and instead I spent the day imagining them. I couldn’t be more turned on if I tried.” I grip his cock, pumping up and down as if it needs the attention before he’s ready.
It doesn’t. He’s so hard I bet he’s been thinking about this moment for hours too. I release him, tug his pants down, and within seconds we’re both naked, wet, and needy.
But we’re not done teasing. I reach back to grab a bottle of shower gel from the shelf and for the next ten minutes we take turns soaping each other up. I’m so wet by the time he slips his fingers between my legs that I’m not far off coming undone at that faint touch.
A loaded moan flies past my lips making Broadway work a little faster.
“I want to try something different,” he says, spinning me around to face the wall.
I brace against the tiles, my spine arched, ass in the air as I rise on my tiptoes. Broadway runs a gentle hand down my back before his fingers sink into the flesh covering my hip.
“Is that okay, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?” He leans into me, the head of his cock poking my pussy from behind. He moves it up and down, coating the head in my arousal, and my knees buck at the slightest contact. “Can I have you like this?”
I look over my shoulder, my fingers flexing against the tiles. “You kept me waiting long enough. Stop asking and start working. You owe me a whole day’s worth of orgasms.”
The heavy emotions shining in his eyes fade, giving way to pure lust. He grabs my right hand, locks his fingers around my wrist and pins it to the wall far above my head.
His other hand remains on my hip, holding me in place. “We have a lifetime of orgasms ahead of us, Violet. You’re mine.”
Save for that one time when he flipped me onto my tummy, we’ve always fucked face to face, whatever position we’ve been in. But Broadway’s very careful about how much he takes in bed. He’s always holding back, afraid he might scare me if he lets himself get carried away.
No matter how often I assure him that I trust him and I’m not afraid of him, he insists on building our sex life slowly. Taking me from behind is uncharted territory for us, but I love the angle. I love the bulk of his body caging me in because I know this cage is meant to protect, not confine.
I didn’t think I’d be able to trust him completely, at least not in bed, but he’s proved time and time again that my comfort is his priority.
Whenever I say no, he stops.
Whenever I cringe, he slows down.
Whenever my hands brace against his chest harder than normal, he pulls away, so I know that, no matter how he takes me, he’ll stop if I tell him to.
The height difference between us means I’m on my tippy toes and his knees are bent, or else this position wouldn’t work without a stool. Broadway pulls back and slides in, every thrust faster. The angle is fucking divine. He hits my G spot every time, his cock perfectly aligned with that little button, dragging over it on every thrust.
The mellow pace from our first night has been gradually fading, though no matter how fast he sinks into my pussy, he never mindlessly slams into me.
“That... God that feels so good,” I mewl, pushing my ass back to meet his strokes, so close to a spectacular orgasm.
Releasing my hand, he grabs a fistful of my hair, tugging back gently, just enough that I know he wants me to throw my head back. And when I do, Broadway leans over to catch my lips in an upside-down kiss.
“You’re close, baby, aren’t you?” he asks, pecking my lips before straightening back.
“So close.”
He moves his hands to my ass and spreads me open to watch his cock slide in and out. “I love how well you take me. How fucking tight you are, how responsive...”
“Harder,” I gasp, jutting my hips back further so his next thrust hits with more force. “Please... just a little harder.”
“Just a little,” he agrees, and the next thrust is more forceful, more delicious, just fucking perfect.
My moans fill the small space, louder with every clap of our flesh. It doesn’t take long before he tips me over. Ten, maybe fifteen thrusts and I’m coming, panting hard while my nails scrape against the tiles.
“Yes, yes, yes!”
My pussy chokes his cock into orgasm and that low grunt vibrating his chest almost makes me melt into a puddle at his feet. He slams in one last time, holding my hips perfectly still with one hand. The other snakes around me and Broadway spreads his fingers on my tummy while filling me with his cum.
The first time we didn’t use protection I spent most of the night wondering how I felt about that. We got carried away and neither one of us thought about grabbing a condom.
I knew one phone call to Hailey would’ve helped me get my hands on a morning-after pill but... I couldn’t do it. I should’ve asked what he thought. Instead, I let fate make the call.
I was certain Broadway would bring the topic up, but he didn’t. He didn’t reach for a condom next time either, and I didn’t ask him to.
We mutually, silently agreed that whatever happens, happens. That we’ll be happy either way. So far, I haven’t found the courage to take a pregnancy test. Then again, we’ve only recently started having sex. It’s still early.
“I love you so fucking much, baby,” Broadway whispers, dropping his forehead to the back of my head. “So much.”
My breath falters as I spin abruptly, his cock slipping out of me in the process. Broadway immediately dips two fingers inside me, pumping in and out.
“Say it again,” I demand, meeting his eyes, my heart ramming in my chest.
“I love you, Violet. I’ll make sure you’re always happy. I’ll make sure you’re always safe and mine.”
Tears well in my eyes. The good kind. The first happy tears in my life. I spin around, marveling in the depth of his affection visible on his handsome face.
“I love you too.”
A shadow of a smile curls his lips before he stamps a kiss on my forehead. He dips his fingers inside me once more, then ghosts them higher, and presses the back of his hand to my tummy.
He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t ask if I took a pregnancy test or why I haven’t insisted on protection. He simply stares at the backs of his fingers stroking my skin.
◆◆◆
Picking my nails, I stare out the window of Broadway’s car, processing everything he’s said. I hate that Carter’s making another sacrifice to save my skin. I hate that Broadway’s blaming himself for not thinking about my passport earlier. That’s on me. I should’ve told him.
I should’ve told someone, but no one asked. Not even when I started working at Scarlett . Carter didn’t make me fill out any documents. Cash in hand every week. I guess he didn’t think I’d last long. Either that or nothing, literally nothing , he does is legal.
“Stop,” Broadway says, reaching to take my hand. “Stop overthinking. It’s too late for what if s.”
His thumb finds the pressure point on my wrist, drawing small, calming circles.
“How about I should have s?”
“Too late for those too, baby. It’s done. Blaze might have the upper hand now, but believe me, blackmailing Carter will come back to bite him soon enough.”
He turns right, cruising down the driveway, and stops the car in the same spot he spent those countless nights while I watched from the window.
“Here.” Broadway pulls out my phone and a set of earphones from the glove box. “I’ve downloaded your favorite playlist so you can listen offline.”
“I won’t sleep. Not until you’re back.”
A lump clogs my throat. Unshed tears sting my eyes.
Blaze is unpredictable. He killed my bodyguard, one of his most loyal men, for nothing . What’s to stop him putting a bullet in Broadway’s head once he’s handed over the evidence?
“Hey.” He takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger, angling my head so I’ll look at him. “What’s wrong?”
“Please come back,” I whisper, swallowing hard to make room for more words. “Don’t get killed.”
He swipes his thumb under my eye, wiping the first tear away before placing a soft kiss on my forehead. “I’ll be fine, baby, don’t worry.”
Easier said than done.
I push a calming breath past my lips, wiping my eyes with the sleeve of Broadway’s pullover. He pulled it over my head on our way out and the scent of his cologne might be the only thing keeping me sane.
The front door opens, the light from inside spilling out along with Carter, Koby, and Ryder, who’s pushing a fourth man’s wheelchair. Hailey hangs back, leaning against the frame and stomping from one bare foot to the other.
“Go, Violet,” Broadway says. “I’ll be back before dawn, and I expect to find you asleep. You need to rest.”
A few months ago, I didn’t think I’d ever smile again... now, thanks to this man, I’m smiling through these tears. We have no idea if I’m pregnant. The chances are slim, but the silent admission between us earlier shifted the tide.
“I’ll rest when you’re back. Safe.”