Chapter 31 You owe me orgasms
YOU OWE ME ORGASMS
ROWAN
When does desire stop being a question and become a certainty?
ChaosInPurple: When the space between two people stops feeling uncertain and starts feeling inevitable.
When you’re not asking if it’s right or if it’s too much anymore.
In that moment, it feels like exactly enough.
You’re no longer stepping into the unknown but into something that was always waiting for you to notice it.
My feet feel unsteady when I step out of Archer’s car. His driver pulls away after dropping us off, leaving us standing in front of my house, the place that has never felt uncertain before.
I barely have time to take a full breath before the front door swings open.
“Vienna, they’re here!”
Violet’s voice carries across the distance. Her smile is so wide and so full of light that for a second it feels like the sun itself has dimmed in comparison.
Her sling is gone. I watch as her shoulders move freely, the way her arm lifts without hesitation, the way she looks… strong, so herself.
She steps off the porch, almost skipping, closing the distance between us. My heart loses its rhythm when she stops right in front of me, and before I can even look at her face properly, she throws herself into my arms.
My laptop case slips from my hand the second she collides with me. I pull her close, holding her as tightly as I’ve wanted to since last night.
My eyes fall shut as the quiet dread that followed me for hours starts to melt.
She’s here, in my arms.
A throat clears behind us.
“I was just kidding about Violet running to you.” Archer’s voice is laced with amusement.
Violet shifts slightly in my arms, turning her head to look at him without stepping away from me. “You joke all you want, Arch. We all know you’re a romantic at heart.”
My hand tightens at her waist, pulling her closer.
She fits perfectly, in my arms, and in my life, and in every space and relationship that matters to me.
Today, even Archer doesn’t look surprised when she calls him by his nickname.
He gives her the rare, unguarded smile he saves only for the people he considers important. “Good to see you without the sling.”
“Take me home, Zane.” Mom joins us, placing Echo into Dad’s arms. She wraps her arms around both of them and laughs softly when the dog gets caught between them.
“And you are coming with us.” She reaches for Archer, curls her fingers around his hand, and then turns toward Violet and me.
“And you two spend some time together. We’ll bring Echo back later. ”
“That’s Mom’s way of saying you can have a child-free date to finally have sex, Ro.”
I am already lifting my hand to flip Archer off when Violet shakes in laughter against me, and the sound disarms me completely.
Everything else falls away until there’s nothing left but her and the way her arms remain looped around my waist like she has no intention of letting go.
By the time my family turns and starts walking away, their voices fading into the distance, the world narrows down to just the two of us. I lower my gaze to her. My hand slides into my pocket, fingers brushing against the outline of my phone, but before I can pull it out, her hand covers mine.
Through the fabric of my pants, her palm presses gently over my fingers, stopping me.
The contact is soft, almost tentative, and it stills me completely. She is mere inches from discovering exactly what she does to me. Her eyes widen as if the same thought crosses her mind. Then she draws her hand away—only to bring it up between us.
And then… Violet signs, “We don’t need that.”
No fucking way.
I feel the blood drain from my face as I stare at her, trying to make sense of what’s happening.
A hundred questions rise all at once in my mind, colliding with one another. My fingers finally move, slow and uncertain, as though moving too fast might break whatever this is.
“How?”
“I’ve been learning for some time on my own.” Violet signs again.
My throat tightens as emotion rises too fast, too overwhelming.
“But these past few days, your mom and I practiced a lot. I wanted to surprise you,” she says as her gaze dips for a moment, before lifting back to mine, full of a feeling too large to name. “You don’t need to use the phone with me anymore.”
Her movements are not fluid or perfect. Of course there aren’t. It takes a long time to be master sign language. But she’s learning and not just any language, but mine. For me.
I cup her face in my hands, and my lips crash against hers.
Gratitude. Affection. And something brighter than anything I have ever known.
It rises inside me all at once, spills into the way I hold her, kiss her, and breathe her in like she is the only thing keeping me grounded.
Every time I think I have reached the limit of what I can feel for her, Violet proves me wrong.
While I was busy fearing the day my dependency on my phone would become too much for her, she was quietly removing that dependency altogether.
I kiss her like my life depends on her. And in so many ways, that’s what she’s become. She’s no longer just wanted or needed; she feels absolutely necessary for living.
When we finally part because our bodies demand air, my hands don’t leave her. I brush my thumb along her cheek, watching as that familiar blush blooms beneath my touch, memorizing the warmth of her, the reality of her standing here in front of me.
“Are you happy?” she asks.
Happy is too small for what is moving through me.
I can’t believe that I’m talking to her while looking at her and not at my phone screen. It’s what I have always wanted.
“I’ve always wanted to look at you while we talk,” Violet says, stealing my thoughts.
As if Mother Nature wants to seal this unforgettable moment, a fresh snowflake falls on her cheek. We both tilt our heads up at the same time as snow begins to fall around us, settling into her hair, against my shoulders.
For a moment, I forget how much I’ve always hated the cold.
Once again, she takes something that has always made me retreat, and reshapes it into an unforgettable moment.
“Come on.” My fingers find hers, threading through them, and we walk toward the house together, side by side. My luggage rolls behind me while she carries my laptop case in her free hand.
Coming home has never felt this good.
The moment we step inside and the door closes behind us, there’s an immediate shift in the air. The world outside shuts away, leaving only the two of us in the space that matters.
I drop my luggage by the door, its soft thud echoing in the quiet of the house, while Violet places my laptop case on the table. Her gaze drifts toward the window, the floor, anywhere but to me.
Finally, she asks, “Do you want something? Water? Coffee?”
I shake my head. The truth is, there’s only one thing I want right now. And it’s standing right in front of me.
Our eyes meet and I don’t know who moves first, but in the next second, we are back in each other’s space. She is close enough for me to feel her breath, to see the way her lashes flutter, to notice the faint rise and fall of her chest.
This kiss feels different from the ones we’ve shared before. This time we both know it is the beginning of something deeper, a crossing neither of us will walk away from.
My hand cups her jaw, my thumb brushing lightly along her chin.
She drops her gaze for a moment, her cheeks flushing that deep, beautiful scarlet, and I can’t wait to know what thought I pulled from her to make her blush like that.
“I think I’m in love with your mouth.”
Holy fuck. Her words do what they always do—they make me feel invincible.
“And you haven’t even seen what all it can do, baby.”
Violet grins. “That’s true.”
My hand moves lower, settling at her throat, feeling the steady pulse beneath my fingers.
This time when I kiss her, there’s an urgency to it. A soft whimper slips past her lips when I tug her bottom lip between my teeth, and the sound hits me hard.
I press my forehead to hers, closing my eyes, counting back from ten. When I reach one, I open my eyes.
“If you keep making those noises, Purple, I might not make it to the bedroom.”
“Good,” she murmurs. “I want our first time to be in the solarium anyway.”
I don’t hesitate, not even for a second. I grab her hand and pull her toward the solarium. We barely cross the threshold before I turn and pin her against the door, my lips finding hers again like they’ve always belonged there.
Violet smells like cinnamon and sugar, soft and warm, telling me she was baking earlier, but thoughts of food and anything else for that matter fade the moment she presses into me.
Her hands, which were looped behind my neck, slide beneath my jacket, trace the length of my back, sending sharp, uncontrollable tremors through me.
I’ve never been touched like this, the way she’s discovering every inch of me. Her fingertips move slowly, mapping every ridge, every line she hasn’t yet learned, through the thin barrier of my shirt, and a restless need to feel her against my bare skin builds inside me.
When her hand reaches my chest, I know she can feel the way my heart is racing.
Her fingers move higher, brushing my neck as she loosens my tie, sliding it free before her attention shifts to my buttons, working them open one by one.
While her hands undo me, my mouth drifts to her jaw, pressing slow kisses, broken by the occasional sweep of my tongue.
Purple tastes fucking incredible.
I nip at her collarbone, and pride fills me when I see the faint red mark blooming against her skin. Violet hisses in response, her fingers clutching at my half-open shirt as her head falls back against the door.
“Ro…” she whispers.
My nickname on her lips does inexplicable things to me. I love that she chooses this moment, this closeness, to call me that.
This time it’s my fingers making quick work of the remaining buttons before shrugging my shirt off.
I can’t wait for her to touch me, to love me without anything in the way.