Chapter 4
Four
JAMIE
Ican feel the heat of Violet's breasts through my T-shirt. Absentmindedly, I scold myself for removing my damn jacket. This woman is a temptress, and my lack of control around her pisses me off.
What also drives me to rage is how flawlessly she plays me.
Violet knows how to get her way when it comes to me, and I allow it.
I'm not blind to her tricks, but I also give in because it's easier.
This way, I still have my slice of Violet.
She doesn't give much beyond her body and screams of pleasure, but the extra bits I've seen are oh so sweet.
I'm aware of what caused this woman so much pain.
What was shown on the news seven years ago is where I got my information, but there's so much more than articles and social media posts.
Violet and her family went through something unspeakable, and the effects on V makes it hard for her to accept any form of kindness or care.
The guilt inside her is robbing us of our potential. I'm almost at my wit’s end. Not with Violet. Never with Violet.
I'm just about done with watching her run from me. Even as she strutted her sexy ass toward me, she was still running. Always running from any kind of conversation.
Violet thinks she's a pro at keeping shit casual, but casual ended four and a half fucking years ago. Who knows what she thinks is going on here, but nobody has a fuck buddy for this long. At least none that I've heard of.
Unfortunately, she's deluded herself into thinking her hot pussy is all I'll ever get from her. I see it in her reluctance to leave my arms every time we spend a few hours together.
There's a lingering look of tenderness every time she looks back at me through the window as I walk her out. She's stopped trying to convince me she doesn't need me to walk her out—that's just another indicator that not all is as it seems.
Violet is not a fucking booty call.
She's everything. Even when I'm annoyed with her for not allowing me to speak and for tempting me with her words.
"Touch me, Jamie. Please. I need you."
Only Violet Bennett can bring me to my knees. Nobody, and I mean nobody, plays me the way she does. They aren't allowed to. I'm a dominant man, and I get what I want.
I want Violet's heart, and fucking hell I know I have it. She may not know it yet, but she's mine. I haven't touched another woman in four and a half years, and I'm pretty damn certain I've been her only partner too.
As willing as Violet is with me, she doesn't sleep around. I know what she's up to. Keeping tabs on her and ensuring her safety is my number one priority.
I'm a fucking tattoo artist in downtown Detroit. I know many people. Sketchy and legit. Hell, I ink half the MC population around here. Violet has plenty of people looking out for her.
It just so happens that they're always willing to report their observations at my request.
"Please," Violet begs again, blinking up at me with her sparkling eyes that say more than I think she realizes.
A sound similar to a growl rumbles up my throat and propels me forward in a fierce, possessive kiss that makes my sweet girl gasp. Violet's used to me dominating her and fucking her senseless, but tonight shit's going to change.
By the time I'm done with her, she won't be able to take one goddamn step toward the door before dawn.
With the power of all the angst between us, I grab her thighs and pick her up. Her legs wrap around my hips, and she immediately moans when her hot cunt presses against my cock.
Both of my hands are on her bare ass as I stride for the island. The bedroom is too fucking far, and if Violet really has zero patience to listen to me talk, then I won't make her wait.
A chuckle slips from my lips when she squeals at the chill of the marble on her cheeks. With the taste of lemon on my tongue, I pull away to look down at the woman panting beneath me.
I reach into my back pocket and snatch the condom I stashed there before I went to pick her up earlier. Crashing girls’ night was always on my agenda.
"Take me out. Now," I demand, loving the way her eyes glaze over with desire at my no-nonsense approach. While she works to release my solid dick, I rip my shirt off because nothing feels better than Violet's hard nipples grazing my chest when I fuck her.
"Good," I groan as she encompasses my boner with her soft hand. Nibbling on her bottom lip, Violet eyes the weeping tip of my cock. "I'll fuck your bratty mouth later."
It's a promise and also a threat. I'm telling her there's no way we're just having sex before she leaves. She'll stay until I let her leave.
We've pulled all-nighters before, and it's usually after she tests my patience a little too much. Violet has tried to pull away from me in the past, and right now the signs are all there again.
Too bad I'm not letting her go.
"Enough." I grab her wrist and drape it over my shoulder as I use my other hand to slide her panties to the side. Her pussy lips are swollen and wet, just begging for me to take care of her tight hole. She needs me; it's as clear as the juices on her thighs.
As quickly as I can, I sheathe my cock in the unwanted protection.
Clawing at my neck and dragging me toward her entrance with her feet, Violet wiggles and meets my gaze. "Jamie—"
I narrow my eyes and push forward, effectively cutting her off. "Sorry, Sweets. You decided we weren't talking tonight. Take my cock like you begged for it. Because you fucking did." I punctuate my rude comment by thrusting all the way inside her tight pussy.
"Yes!" she screams, sounding much louder as my ears begin to pound with the thundering of my heart.
Wet, warm, and rippling, Violet's body encompasses me. "Fuck. Yes."
She throws her head back, inviting me to nibble her throat.
I hum in appreciation as I lick a droplet of sweat from her neck.
Forcing myself to focus on her pleasure helps me ignore the sheer need to empty my load in her and make her mine.
Permanently. Someday I'll bury myself in her goddamn womb and come over and over again until she has no choice but to admit we're each other's forever.
Her wet heat sucks me in and ripples around me like she's thinking the same thing.
I make it my mission to drive into her with purposeful thrusts to see how high I can get her perky tits to bounce.
Red, rosy nipples reach for me, begging for my tongue.
And because this is Violet, I give her whatever she desires.
Gasping and mewling, she claws at the back of my head as I nip at her tits.
My balls draw up in desperation, but I battle it away. Violet needs me, and I'm going to fucking get her there.
"Jamie! More!"
Fucking hell. The chill of the counter touching the tops of my thighs every time I push forward grounds me and helps me hold back the urge to come. Her toned thighs jiggle around my hips, drawing my attention to their pretty bounce.
Violet's legs slip along my ass cheeks as she loses her grip on reality. Not good enough.
Snarling like a feral beast, my hair falls from my man bun and I yank out of her. I grab her ass, pull her from the counter, and twist her around until she's bent over the same spot I chopped a tomato earlier.
My fingertips dig into her hips as I yank her back.
She pouts and begs me to help her reach the orgasm I feel rippling around me when I plunge back inside.
So good. Reaching around because I can't deny her anything, I slip my fingers between her folds.
She's fucking soaked for me. The sounds of my claiming are obscene, but it drives me higher and higher. Violet loves it filthy too.
"You like that, V? You're so fucking horny for my cock, your juices are dripping to your knees."
"Shit. Shit. Shit!" she moans, and it takes only two rubs on her clit for her to explode around me.
My eyes cross as the pressure building inside of me releases in a torrent of pleasure.
"Violet!" Roaring her name like it's our first time, I drag her to a standing position by a hand on her throat. Unable to help myself when I look down at her taut nipples, I graze them with my rough hands.
She shivers in my arms, and huffs when my softening cock slips out. Just as I feel her straightening, I scoop her into my arms bridal style and silence her protests with a kiss.
Small hands push at my chest until I pull back. "Jamie, what are you—"
"I'm taking you to my shower—"
"No."
Though she cut me off with another sassy denial, I know how to make her stay. "So I can lick your sweet pussy."
I can practically see the wheels turning in her eyes, so while she's thinking about my declaration, I rush us to my room.
Just as we're entering my attached bathroom, I hear her whisper, "Okay," and breathe a quiet sigh of relief.
She's still mine for a little longer.