32. Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Two
SETH
I stirred the meat sauce mixture as I waited for Violet to join me in the kitchen. I wasn’t lying when I told her I could cook, but I wasn’t some Michelin chef or anything. I knew how to make a handful of basic stuff, and I liked to grill… and I hoped Violet liked spaghetti.
Footsteps sounded on the stairs, and I glanced through the open archway between the small kitchen and the living room area.
Violet stepped into view, wearing one of my FD T-shirts.
She stood in front of one of my bookshelves, examining my collection of paperbacks that filled it.
It offered me the perfect profile view of her.
Her hair was pulled up now into two space buns, and the nerd in me loved it.
Without a bra, the T-shirt framed the outline of her tits, dropping down to curve around her shapely ass.
Damn, I was hard again already. I swallowed the groan that wanted to slip from my lips as I thought about how she’d looked earlier, bent over, holding onto the railing as I plowed into her. What was it about Violet? Sex with her was so insane. Intense. Like nothing I’d ever experienced.
I definitely hadn’t done anything like what we did earlier.
To be so desperate for each other that we’d just start going at it in the open for anyone to see.
Even the rough, feral way I claimed her, it was honestly a first for me.
But the way she challenged me, admitted she liked the pain, drove me wild, ready to show her I could give it all to her. Whatever she wanted.
I’d never been with anyone like her, and it wasn’t just the sex, either.
It was her.
Her confidence.
How she knew what she wanted, what she liked, and wasn’t afraid to embrace it. The fact that she could talk to anyone about anything, but could also just sit quietly and listen to music, not feeling like she had to fill the space with words.
How utterly strong she was. She was constantly confronted by her asshole ex, or at least by the fact that he could literally show up anywhere at any time.
My mind went back to that first night we went to The Dock.
She didn’t cower away when he spat hurtful words at her.
Didn’t give him what he was looking for.
She held her own, no damsel in distress there.
And since then, she’d kept surprising me.
I loved how she appreciated the little things I did that actually meant something to me.
Like giving her a plant and making her a playlist. She didn’t just wave it off as lame, dismissing my efforts as trivial or indifferent, and I couldn’t wait to do more things that made her smile.
My stomach sank. What if she decided that me moving to Charlotte and having a baby with someone else was too much to deal with? In five weeks, I was already crazier about her than I was in two years with Lucy. What did that say?
“So what are you making?”
I blinked and focused on her question. “Spaghetti.”
“It smells delicious.” She walked toward me, coming to stand close to my side and leaning over my forearm to smell the contents of the pan.
I couldn’t look away, trailing my gaze over her long eyelashes and plump lips. Her eyes met mine, and when she smiled, my chest tightened.
“You’re beautiful,” tumbled from my lips.
She ran her hand up my arm and I laid the spoon down on the counter, wrapping my arm around her waist and bringing her against the side of my body.
“And you’re amazing. I’m seriously the luckiest girl alive.”
I didn’t know how, after what had happened with Lucy earlier in the week, she still felt like that. But I wasn’t about to argue, even though I still worried it might change.
She popped up on her toes, pressing her lips to mine, and I held her to me with one hand on her lower back and the other behind her head.
I deepened the kiss, thrusting my tongue in and exploring every inch of her mouth.
I wanted her all over again. To lift her up and place her on the counter while I feasted on her pussy.
The sound of water splashing onto a hot burner pulled a groan from my lips and I broke the kiss.
“Go ahead out to the back patio. The table is all set up.” Her lips turned down into a pout and I chuckled.
“Trust me, I want to ignore the food and just make a meal of you, too. But at some point, we do need to eat. Keep up our strength for all the activities I have planned for us. And this will all burn if I ignore it.” I moved my hand around to cup the side of her face, using my thumb to brush along her bottom lip.
“But after we eat, I plan to have you begging for my cock again.” Using my hand on her lower back, I pressed her harder against my thigh.
Her lips parted with a sharp intake of air, and I shot her a smirk before stepping back and giving her a swat on her ass. “Go. Before I change my mind and say to hell with the food.”
She raised an eyebrow, a challenging glint in her eye. Brat.
I tried to push away thoughts of bending her over my lap and slapping her ass before making her come with my fingers.
I failed and adjusted myself, debating if I actually cared if we ate or not.
She chuckled and finally began moving toward the back door.
Jesus fucking Christ. She might end up being the death of me. But what a way to go.
VIOLET
Seth was suddenly acting strange. In the kitchen earlier, he was flirty and ready to have his way with me again. I could see the way he internally argued with himself, practicing some amazing restraint to not devour me right there on his kitchen counter.
But now, as we were finishing our last bites of food, he was definitely distant.
Finally, I couldn’t stand the tense silence that had covered us in the last five minutes.
“You okay?”
His head popped up, eyes wide. “Yeah. Fine.”
The words were said too quickly, almost like an automatic response. I raised a brow, and he let out a long breath.
“No.”
“What’s wrong?” I didn’t understand what had changed from the time we were in the kitchen together to now.
He hesitated. But then, almost whispering, he said, “I’m scared of losing you.”
Oh my God. This man.
I pushed back my chair and got up, going around to sit on his lap. He wrapped his arms around my back and I took his face in my hands. “Seth, I’m not going anywhere.”
His head shook slightly in my hands. “You don’t know how you’re going to feel in four months when this baby comes.” He hugged me tighter. “When I’m in Charlotte.”
“When we’re in Charlotte.”
His eyes widened as he searched my face. It was now or never to admit how deep my feelings went for him. To make sure he knew.
I took a deep breath. “My feelings for you aren’t going to change, they’re only going to get stronger.” I brushed the hair back off his forehead. “I’m fine doing long distance until we’re both ready. But Seth, in the end, I want to be wherever you are.”
“You’d be willing to move?” His brows pulled together ever so slightly and a smile tugged at his lips.
I nodded. “Of course.” Hattie was right, he needed to hear this. “I’m not Lucy. And you’re not James.”
“Damn straight. I’m not anything like that prick.”
Man, did I know that. They were nothing alike. Seth constantly put me first. My needs. My wants. Showed up time and time again, even when he didn’t need to. He was loyal, and even though it seemed like he didn’t like people, he still cared about them.
“I know.” I swallowed, nervous that it was too early to tell him that I had fallen in love with him. But then again—I smiled—I did just tell him I would move to Charlotte with him so…
“Violet.” He threaded one hand through my hair. “I’m so in love with you it scares me. And maybe it’s too soon to tell you that, but I don’t care. It’s the truth.”
“You know, I did just say I would move to be with you.” I raised a brow. “I wouldn’t be willing to do that if I didn’t love you too.”
The smile that lit up his face was probably the most endearing thing I’d ever seen.
He was like a kid on Christmas morning. His grip tightened in my hair, bringing my mouth to his.
His lips brushed against mine. Slowly, tenderly, but it quickly turned into more.
Needy and desperate. My body heated like an inferno.
He hooked an arm under my knees, and I gasped as he stood, carrying me a few feet to one of the cushioned benches that surrounded the fire he had going.
He sat with me on his lap, using his hand on my inner thigh to hike my leg across his while my other leg dangled over his knee.
His shirt that I wore rode high up on my thighs.
I wasn’t wearing anything underneath and, in this position, I was completely open and bare to him.
His hand trailed up under the shirt, going straight to the apex of my thighs.
“You’re going to come wrapped around my fingers.
” He ran one finger up my slit, circling my clit, and I bit down on my bottom lip to stop from crying out.
“It’s just us out here, baby. You don’t have to be quiet.
” He repeated the motion, and this time I didn’t hold back.
“I love the sounds you make.” He pushed two fingers inside me, and I bucked against the palm of his hand where it pressed on my clit.
“Look at your pretty pussy. So wet. So ready for my cock already.”
I followed his gaze down, watching him thrust in, pressing and rotating his hand against me each time. I couldn’t look away, and it just added to the pleasure he was giving me.
He leaned forward and grabbed one of my piercings through the fabric of the T-shirt. The sensation shot straight to my core, and I screamed out. He moved his hand faster as he tugged on the bar again and again.
Just like every time before with him, I shot quickly to the precipice. He was the only guy I’d experienced these intense orgasms with. My fingers dug into his shoulder as I bucked against his hand.
I threw my head back as my body quivered and my core clenched around his fingers. He didn’t stop until the last wave subsided and I relaxed against him.
I laid there with my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He held me tight as my eyelids grew heavy and fluttered shut. The warm feeling of utter happiness was the last thing I remembered as I drifted off to sleep in his arms.