3. Violet
Chapter 3
Violet
A s he drives, I watch him out of the corner of my eye, wanting to trace my fingers around his biceps and feel the muscles on his forearms gripping the steering wheel. I wonder what spending the night with this hot cowboy bartender would be like. I might not find out now after what he said.
A few minutes go by, and before I know it, he’s pulling into the Dogwood. “I’m in the front in room one-fifteen,” I murmur.
He swings in and parks his truck in the back, even though I just told him my room is in the front. He looks over at me. “I’ll walk you to your door.”
“Alright.” I climb out of his truck as he takes my hand and walks me to my door. Disappointment fills me, as I guess he’s not staying after all. I wonder what changed his mind.
“What changed your mind?” I ask curiously as I walk next to him.
He turns to look at me, surprised. “What makes you think I changed my mind?”
I hesitate. “It feels like you’re walking me to the door to say goodbye. ”
“Red, a good guy walks you to your door. I didn’t change my mind,” he says as his warm eyes search mine. “Also, I assume nothing.”
I open my mouth and close it again, not even sure what to say. He’s distracting me because he smells so good as he stands close.
“Why’d you park in the back?” I ask, searching his eyes for the truth.
He chuckles softly. “Well, because Maggie is a close friend of mine, and I don’t want her to give me hell about you. I want to stay with you if that’s what you still want. But I don’t need her in my business.”
I grin, knowing damn well that sounds like my aunt Maggie, the silver-haired owner of the Dogwood who also basically runs this town. And knowing that she’s a friend of his makes me feel even better about him. Maggie is a stellar judge of character.
We get to my room, and suddenly, I’m so nervous. I'm sweating. The way he's looking at me now has me clenching my thighs.
He places both hands on the door frame on each side of me and leans in. He places his mouth close to my ear. “I’m going to kiss you now.” He tips his head back and searches my eyes for permission before leaning in and kissing me softly.
My fists clench his shirt, and I kiss him back with a hunger I didn’t know I had. The current between us is back, pulling him into me, like somehow, we’re tethered together. He smells so good. Like leather and pine, and if I could bottle him up and always keep that scent with me, I would.
I moan into his kiss, the heat of it unraveling me from the inside out. I want him, and it’s all consuming. No one has ever made me feel like this, like I’m on the edge and ready to fall.
“Fuck,” he groans softly into my mouth as he pulls back and gazes at me. “You feel that, right? ”
“Yeah,” I murmur as my arms still cling to him, desire filling me like I’ve never felt with anyone. We’re both panting and staring into each other’s eyes. They way I want this man right now is practically criminal.
“What’s it gonna be, Red?” he asks as his eyes search mine as if he’s peering into the window of my soul now. And it’s the most intimate thing I’ve ever felt with a man. His vulnerability, asking for permission, and not just assuming and taking as another man in my life has done. And it feels good to be wanted and desired right back in return.
“One night,” I murmur as I reach into my purse and fish nervously for my room key.
Damn, I love it when he calls me Red. Since it’s just one night, sharing names is unnecessary. I kind of like the mystery of us. Just one night and back to our normal lives. Only nothing feels normal about this.
I finally find it, my hands shaking as his hand gently covers mine. He takes the key from me and unlocks the door with ease. He pushes it open for me, allowing me to enter first, his eyes watching my every move as if he can’t take them off me. Something is happening here, and it’s as strong as the current of emotions pulsing through my body.
I waste no time, tossing my purse onto the chair by the table and turning as he shuts and locks the door. His hands gently cup and then trace my chin, pulling me in. He searches my eyes for permission, and he scoops me up. His arms cup my bottom, and lays me on the bed, his eyes lighting up as he admires me.
“What do you want?” he asks, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine and igniting a spark in me.
“You,” I say breathlessly. “Very much, you.”
And it’s not the whiskey talking. I only had one but over a span of hours. Every part of me wants to be with this man, even for just one night. He’s the only cowboy I had eyes for in that bar. Nobody could hold a candle to this man in the middle of fucking nowhere Wyoming with broad shoulders, bedroom whiskey eyes, and a possessiveness when he kisses me that I’ll probably never get over after I leave.
“Strip,” I command with a sly grin.
He shakes his head and chuckles. “Why am I not surprised you’d be a little devil, Red?”
I quirk a brow at him and tilt my head, waiting.
He sets his cowboy hat on the table and reaches behind his neck, pulling his shirt off in one big sexy swoop to reveal a wide, broad chest that’s defined but not overly muscled. He’s just normal but somehow freaking fine as hell. His whiskey-brown eyes twinkle as he looks at me and tilts his head like he’s waiting.
“Oh, it’s my turn?” I ask innocently as I kick off my boots. I like this give-and-take game. Tonight is going to be fun.
I slide off his jacket and my leather jacket and smile at him.
“Cheater.” He chuckles and takes off his boots while his eyes stay steady on me.
I reach down and slowly unbutton and unzip my jeans and kick them off, leaving me standing before him in my sexy red lacy panties and tight green sweater.
I silently thank myself for choosing these tonight because, judging by the look on his face, they were the right choice. They’re hitting him just right, and he’s enjoying this.
His eyes smolder, and his grin is gone. He’s looking at me in a way that I can’t describe. But if I ever meet another man who doesn’t look at me this way, I don’t want him. This is what I want from now on. The standard has now been set.
He unbuckles his belt, sliding it off in one swift motion, and it makes a snapping sound. I smirk because it’s so hot and so freaking dirty. I almost come undone at the simple movement. Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes for a second.
He watches me, amused, as he slowly unzips his jeans. I can barely hold myself back from touching him. He lowers them, and his muscular thighs bulge under his black boxer briefs. Of course, they’re black briefs, and damn if they don’t look good on him.
I slowly peel off my top, revealing a matching red lace push-up bra that does wonders for my boobs that I’m also glad I chose for tonight.
“Do you always wear matching lace bras and panties?” His voice croaks, unsteady.
“I have a whole drawer full of them in every color. Want to see?” I challenge as I lift a brow at him. “Beautiful lingerie is kind of my thing, cowboy.”
“Later, Red,” he says as he kneels before me and looks up at me with needy eyes. “I need to taste you first.”
My fingers slide into his hair, threading through the soft strands, but then he pauses. His hands roam down my body, warm and deliberate, until his fingertips brush the tattoo on my upper thigh. Slowly, he traces the ink, following the delicate petals of the flowers before his fingers skim over the words etched into my skin.
He tilts his head, his expression unreadable as he looks up at me. His thumb brushes over the lyrics, a touch so light it sends a shiver down my spine.
I glance down, my breath hitching. “Just an old song. I like music.”
His gaze lingers on the words, his voice quiet, almost reverent. “Beautiful song.”
“It’s an old favorite,” I admit, heat flooding through me.
He hasn’t even really touched me yet, but God, I’m already unraveling.
I hiss in a breath as he hooks a finger quickly through my panties and pulls them down, trapping me at his mercy. His fingers moving to circle my clit.
“Yesssssssss.” I roll my head back, and he puts his hands on my hips and guides me to the edge of the bed.
“Tonight, you’re mine, Red.”
“Alright, Cowboy, show me what you’ve got,” I say as his mouth meets my core and I arch my back, a current surging through my body as his mouth takes over.
He takes his time with me like he’s got all the time in the world, making me feel like I’m going to come apart harder than I’ve never come apart before. He takes me to the brink and then before I come, he slows it down and takes his time, and it feels so damn good. The only two other men who’ve ever gone down on me did it as a pit stop or a chore before we had the most basic, disappointing, vanilla sex that left me unsatisfied every single time. I thought that was just how it was going to be for the rest of my life. No one has ever made me feel like they want me like this and actually enjoyed my body. And so far, I’m loving being enjoyed by this cowboy. Very much.
He uses his fingers and works me as he sucks and gently uses his teeth and his breath, and finally, he makes me come so hard I see fucking stars. Fucking stars. This cowboy is going to ruin me, and I’ll never be the same again. I’ll compare every single man I ever meet to this man from now on and the way he makes me feel. Jesus. What the hell have I done?
He then slowly trickles his kisses across my thighs and up my abdomen, and in one swift motion, he has my bra off and flings it across the room as if it offends him. Taking his time on my nipples, he makes them pebble hard, and when he seems satisfied with that, he peppers my collarbone with soft kisses and goosebumps cover my skin.
Palming my breasts in his hands like he’s won them as a prize, he hums when he sucks and flicks his tongue across my nipples, taking his time with pleasure etched on his face.
Holy shit .
He trails slow, deliberate kisses down my abdomen, his gaze locking onto mine as he murmurs, "Tonight’s going to be a night you’ll never forget."
A shiver runs through me, but I tease, "I guess pretending to be with me was totally worth it."
His lips curve into a wicked smirk as he hovers above my skin. "Wasn’t hard to pretend," he murmurs, voice thick with heat. "But I’d rather show you how real it can feel."
He works me with his tongue, and I squeeze the sheets, clenching my body, feeling everything. The scruff of his cheeks between my thighs as he uses his fingers and tongue to take me just to the edge, and before I go over, he pulls me back again, taking his time.
“What do you want now?" he asks, his gaze locking onto mine, dark and smoldering. His hair is tousled, messy from my hands, making him look effortlessly sexy—wild and completely untamed.
“I want you inside of me," I plead, breath panting, mouth salivating, and gaze glued to the rock-hard, sizeable bulge protruding from his black boxers.
He reaches for his pants, pulling out a condom from his wallet, and rips it open. He slides his boxers down, and I watch every move he makes, entranced.
Jesus, he's so sexy.
He rolls on the condom and leans over to me, kissing me and trickling his fingers down my breasts again to tease my nipples which are now rock-hard.
He works my clit again and whispers, "You're so wet, Red. Is this for me?"
I nod, unable to speak because I'm so close. He continues, watching me, kissing my ear, my cheek, my lips, and I finally can't take it anymore.
My body clenches hard on his fingers, and I see stars.
I moan, and he fists his cock and slides gently into me, making me gasp.
He gently takes me first, working his way up to a faster pace. The way he takes his time, kissing me, touching me, exploring me, it’s like I'm a treasure he just discovered. Gentle, yet powerful and giving.
"More," I plead.
He gives me what I want, taking me, moving me onto all fours, and pressing me into the pillow as he pounds me hard from behind. When I feel like I'm close again, he groans, and I come hard, just from the sound of his voice.
He moves with me, as if our bodies have now become one, and I don't want this night to end. His fingers intertwine with mine. Neither of us seem to want to stop touching each other. Each touch is electric and addicting. Because I haven't felt this in a long time. True passion, true longing for someone's touch. And tonight, he's given me it all.
He grips my hands, holding me tight while both of us come down from our high.
He lies next to me, holding me, looking into my eyes.
"Hi," I whisper, unsure what to say after that.
"Hi," he whispers back, tucking a lock of my hair behind my ear.
"How was your first one-night stand from the bar with your fake boyfriend?" he teases.
"Well, I'm not sure. We might need to do it again,” I say, mimicking his playful tone.
He laughs, and I love the sound of it and the way his eyes crinkle in the corners when he smiles.
"Give me a minute, and I'll give you anything you want," he chuckles.
"And what do you want?" I ask as I push up on my elbow .
"I’m pretty happy with this." He smiles as he gets up and goes to the bathroom.
I take a deep breath and look up. He seems so beautiful, sweet, kind, and considerate. All things women want in a man. Where did he even come from?
I think about how avoiding people has been my mission lately. But being with him tonight is what I need. I needed this even just for one night.