22. Chapter 22
When we’re back in the safety of the hired car that Coop set up for us, I can finally breathe. Security has retrieved her things from her room, and we were banished from the home. Not that I even care.
“Liam,” Violet’s voice breaks the silence.
My head snaps up to face hers. “I’m so sorry. I know you want your independence to make your own choices, and you don’t want me to swoop in and con—
She cuts me off by straddling my lap and kissing me.
“Having you tell Larry off, and claim me as yours in front of every single person in that room was exactly what I wanted,” she says between peppering my face with kisses.
She pulls back to face me. “Before I left, I tried to find you, but I couldn’t so I figured when I got back I would tell you I love you, Liam. I think I was made to love you. And I’m so sorry that I didn’t listen to you about Alexander. But I had no idea that Larry was going to pull that stunt tonight, I promise.”
She takes a deep breath after her confession.
I hold her hands in mine. “Violet, I don’t just love you. You make every part of me feel alive, complete in a way that I didn’t think was possible. I don’t care about anything that’s happened, I only care that you’re in my arms for the rest of our days.”
“Watching the sunrise from our porch.” She grins at me before I lean in and devour her mouth.
I will take every sunrise I can with her.
The car comes to a stop, and the driver comes around to open our door.
“Oh my God, are we at The Plaza?” she asks.
“Yea, Coop booked it for me with the flight to come get you. Gran was pretty adamant I make a grand gesture since I let you go in the first place.” I shrug.
She reaches up to kiss me on the cheek, “I can’t wait for you to fuck me in The Plaza, overlooking Central Park.”
My dick grows hard immediately. “I can’t wait for that either.”
I tip the driver, and pull her into the hotel with me, immediately up to the elevator.
My hands roam her bare back in the elevator, desperate to touch more of her skin, but there are a few too many people in here with us .
She reaches back, cupping me discreetly and I let out a moan that garners a look from the old lady across the elevator. Violet chuckles at my discomfort.
The elevator finally reaches our floor and we practically run to the room.
Once the door is closed, I pull her to me and wrap my hand in her hair, tipping her face toward mine so I can take her mouth.
I walk her over to the bed, and gently toss her down on the soft mattress. She shivers under my touch as I run my fingers down her arms. Grasping each of her hands, I pin them over her head, kissing her deeply.
“Keep them up here, don’t move.” She nods in agreement.
I trail my hands around to her hips, flipping her onto her stomach, peppering kisses from her neck down to the edge of her bare back where the dress lays on top of her perfect ass cheeks.
“Are you attached to this dress?”
“Emotionally? No. Physically, yes,” she winces.
“Perfect.” I’ll address the physically part later.
I take the barely there seam between my teeth and start a rip at the edge. Then I take each side and rip it apart with my hands. The dress falls in two pieces around her ass, and silky smooth legs.
Exposing the fact that she doesn’t have anything underneath the dress.
“You mean to tell me this was the only thing between us this whole time?” I growl at her.
“Oops. ”
I smack one ass cheek, causing a pink handprint to appear. The sight of it has me wanting to break the zipper on these damn pants.
This tux jacket cannot come off fast enough, unzipping my pants, pushing everything to the floor along with the jacket in record time. I slip off my shoes and step out of the pants, pushing my socks with them.
I stalk back to Violet, unbuttoning the last piece of clothing, a crisp white shirt with clip on bow tie.
Her other ass cheek is calling out for a matching handprint. That beautiful creamy skin on display is beckoning my hand. A loud crack fills the room along with her whimper.
I drop to my knees behind her, pulling her at the hips to bend her toward my face. I place soft kisses to the spots that are reddened from my touch. She wiggles under me, her hands reach back for me and I grip them, pinning them behind her back. She wasn’t supposed to move. Bad girl.
“I told you not to move. Stay just like this until I let you come.” Her body shivers at my words and I know she’ll be wet for me.
Ready to devour every inch of her, I push her thighs open, running my tongue along her slit, feeling her wetness coat my tongue.
“Always so ready for me.” I growl out.
“Please, I need to feel you inside me,” she whispers.
“Is that so?” I stand, bending her further.
“You want to come on my cock, beautiful?” I bend over her to whisper into the shell of her ear. The shiver her body sends out is the only answer I need .
Using the palm of my hand, I push down on her back, bringing her hips up to me where I want them.
I drive into her, over and over again. Harder, faster, then slower, savoring every inch of her taking my cock.
My fingers are digging into her hips, every moan from her drives me further to an orgasm. She’s getting closer herself, her fingers are twitching to move, to touch.
I need to see her face as she falls apart, flipping her over onto her back, I hover over her, driving my cock into her as deeply as I can with her legs around my waist.
“Rub your clit, beautiful. Let me see you touch yourself,” I grunt out.
She reaches down, just like I tell her to.
“Fuck.” I’m jealous of her touching herself. I replace her hand with my own and she places her hand back above her head.
I rub my fingers around her clit while pumping in and out of her.
“That’s it, beautiful, come for me.”
She finally let’s go, squeezing the orgasm out of me.
When she finishes, I finally pay attention to the fact that her dress is still across her body.
“How the hell is this thing still on?”
“Double sided tape. On my boobs.” I peel the edge of the dress back to see that it is in fact stuck to her skin.
“Don’t move,” I say.
I rush to the bathroom, getting a cloth with warm water and soap. I return to run the warm water along the edges of the sticky tape. Freeing her of her dress .
“Thank you,” she sits, leaning into me after tossing her dress off the bed.
I pull her to me and roll us onto the pillows.
“Did you drive here? Because I don’t think I have a car anymore,” she says into my chest.
“No. I took a flight last night. We can take a flight back. I’ll let you drive the truck until you find something.” I kiss the top of her head.
“Do we have to go home now? I don’t have any other clothes either. Just leggings and your hoodie.” She sounds worried.
“We can go back whenever you want. And I can go buy you clothes for the plane, you don’t need any until then.”
She snuggles in closer and falls asleep. We’ll figure out the logistics of everything else tomorrow.
For now, I’m just grateful to have my love in my arms.
The last week has been the best week of my life.
Violet has moved all her things into my cabin, and I’ve been able to wake up with her in my bed every morning and watch the sunrises together until I drive her up to the inn to start working.
We needed the room she was in and I wasn’t about to let the woman I love find somewhere else to live.
And today is the Valentine’s Day dance. I can’t wait to give her the gift that I made for her.
I walk into the kitchen of the inn where Violet was finishing her candies for the dance .
“Hey beautiful, I’m getting ready to head over to Rebels with some final decorations. Are you almost ready?”
“Yes! Can you take those boxes and then I’ll meet you outside?” She points to a box on the counter by the refrigerator.
Grabbing them, I run them outside, and place them in the back of the truck before she comes out to join me.
“Okay, we have to do this fast. I need to get back here to meet the girls.” She hops into the passenger’s seat.
“I think you look beautiful right now.” I assure her and kiss her forehead before closing the truck door.
When I get in the driver’s seat she refutes me. “I am not ready for the dance, big bad wolf.” An epic eye roll follows.
Backing out of my parking spot, I head down to Rebels.
Margaret and Esther are struggling with a wagon full of supplies down the street when we get to the parking lot.
“Ladies, do you need a hand?” I hop out and run over to them. I figure Violet will forgive me for leaving her in this case.
“Oh! That would be wonderful!” Esther is quick to drop the handle in my hand. “You are such a nice boy.”
“Don’t spread the word.” I wink at her.
Violet takes over Margaret’s job at the back making sure that their tower of boxes doesn’t fall over.
“Gracious, it’s cold out. Why didn’t we drive over, Esther?” Margaret hits her friend on the shoulder as they walk through the front doors of Rebels.
“Because you didn’t want to!”
Their bickering continues as they go further into the space while we drop the decorations in the center of the dance floor for them to divide up .
Violet slides into my arms. “In case I forget to tell you later, thank you for helping tonight.”
“I only do it for you.”
“Actually you did it for Gran and Esther. I was just a bonus.” A grin splits her face and I can’t help myself.
Leaning down I mesh my lips with hers. “Can you just let me be sweet?” I murmur into our kiss.
“Hey! Why am I the only one getting put to work by these two?” Roman yells at us, causing us to jump apart.
“Coming!” Violet sing-songs leaving me standing with the start of a hard on and Roman.
“Thanks man.”
“All fair. You don’t know what Margaret and Esther are asking me to do! I need Violet to rein them in.” He holds up a small piece of black fabric. “They want me to wear these for a uniform tonight!”
“Are those…”
“Shorts! Or a dick cover. I don’t even know but I’m not fucking doing it!” He stomps off like a toddler throwing a tantrum but I can’t help but laugh at him and their antics.
Rebels looks great.I’m excited to be here tonight and I don’t know if it’s because I’ll have Violet, or it really is the best dance we’ve had in a long time.
Being able to show up with Violet on my arm seems like a surreal dream. She left Rebels early so she could go get ready with Emma. I don’t know if she’ll be able to top that barely there red dress from New York though. The image of ripping the dress off her body is forever burned into my memory.
“Damn, the girls did a great job.” Roman says, looking around the space .
“They really did.”
“When are they coming back, do you know?”
“Seven I think. Why do you need something? Anything I can do? I’ll be headed back to the inn in a few.” I eye him suspiciously.
“No, uh…no. I was just wondering is all. No reason.” He scurries back to the kitchen.
Something is going on with him and I haven’t been able to figure out what it is. He’s been watching that front door like someone is hunting him. I’ve never seen him so skittish in his own bar.
Oh well. I don’t have time to figure him out tonight. I have to get back to the inn so everything is perfect for Violet.