Chapter 22
Twenty-Two
JAMIE
Our drive back to Detroit is coming to an end. While I'm excited to be back in my own space, I'm nervous about the changes coming. Our unknown future makes me nervous and a bit more possessive than normal.
Which is probably why I've already decided Violet's coming to stay with me tonight instead of back at her apartment. It doesn't help that she's been crying on and off during the car ride. Leaving her mom after everything that's happened recently has made her emotional.
Holding her thigh isn't enough. I need to comfort her and hold her. Violet's hurting, and being stuck in the driver's seat is far too much of a divide.
Glancing over at my girl, I watch the slow rise and fall of her chest as she dozes against the window.
I've soothed her right back to sleep each time she's jolted awake.
It's late, plus she's still healing. I know she struggled to leave Blue and her family, but I wish I could have gotten her home sooner.
The city lights highlight her messy hair and slightly parted lips. She's fucking beautiful after an evening of traveling and crying. I don't love the swollen spaces beneath her eyes—they remind me how much she needs a hug.
I'm gonna snuggle the shit out of her in about fifteen minutes. That is, if she lets me. Who am I kidding? I'll love her until she gives in and realizes it's a better idea to sleep in my bed with me than alone in her sad apartment.
When I convince her to move in with me, I'm going to demand she buy all the decorations she wants. Her room is fucking ridiculous. Someone so full of life shouldn't live in such a depressing fucking room.
Forcing myself to take a deep breath, I calm my anger at the injustices my woman has faced. She's been struggling for so long. Though I can't fix everything, I still feel a sense of responsibility. I should have pushed her harder to open up. If I had, she could have been happier a long time ago.
"Jamie." I jump and glance over at Violet, who's glaring out the windshield. "Why am I looking at your apartment and not mine?"
Willing my heart to slow down, I take another breath. Jesus, I'm on edge. "You're spending the night with me, my love."
I feel her glare move from the building to the side of my face. "I think the proper thing to do is ask."
"Sheesh, you woke up grumpy." Maybe I should bite my tongue, but the fastest way to get Violet on board is to push her all the way so we get the fight out of her system.
"Jamie freaking Murphy," she growls, slapping my arm as I pull into a parking spot.
Turning to her with the car in park, I give her my full attention. "Yes, my love?"
Her eyes narrow, and her seatbelt stays firmly locked in position.
She's not going to leave the car unless I convince her it's okay for me to take care of her.
Jaw clenching, brain working overtime, I know I need to jump in before she hurts herself trying to come up with an excuse for me to bring her home.
"Violet," I murmur, reaching forward to tuck my hand around her neck. My thumb rubs softly along her jaw, and slowly but surely, she melts. "I need you with me, please. You may not need me right now, but I'm fucking shaking with the need to take care of you. Please?"
Her eyes soften so fast the breath gets stolen from my lungs. I'm proud as hell of myself and her when I don't detect defeat in her posture, just pure sleepiness and submission.
"Okay," she whispers and leans her head into my palm. "Just tonight, though."
I snort quietly and unclip her buckle with my other hand. "We'll see."
Self-control is bullshit. Honestly, I wish it didn't fucking exist or wasn't required in many situations. Like right now, my woman is getting ready for bed with the fucking bathroom door closed. That shit should be open, and I should be helping her.
Instead, I'm sitting here like a dumbass waiting for Violet to shuffle her way back to me. Christ, she shouldn't be straining her ankle so much. Logically, I know it's mostly healed, but I want her on my bed, under my blankets. Warm, happy, safe, and healing.
Just as I'm about to say fuck it and bust the door down, Violet swings the bathroom door open with purpose. She doesn't move from the doorway. Cocking her hip, she crosses her arms and stares me down.
I'll admit, worry fills me, but I play off the feeling by leaning back on my elbows with my thighs spread. Only in a pair of loose boxers and flexing my abs, I hope I'll get out of whatever is about to happen.
While her eyes do heat and she licks her plump lips, she stomps her foot a little. Her bad one.
"Be careful," I snap, sitting back up, ready to snatch her and tuck her in with a pack of ice for her ankle or some shit.
She ignores my demand and glares at me. "Why is there an extra toothbrush by yours?"
"It's yours," I reply without skipping a beat.
Violet shakes her head. "It's not. Whose is it?"
I know what she's thinking, and it hurts my heart to see her so vulnerable right now.
"The only reason you think it isn't yours is because the bristles aren't smushed to shit.
It's new. I put it there for you so maybe you'd get the hint that I want you here long enough to brush your teeth every day. "
Her sassy hips shift until she's standing straight before her arms fall to her side. "Oh..." she murmurs, a blush rising on her cheeks.
Unable to help myself, I glance down to see the blush dipping between her breasts. In a tight little tank top and cotton purple panties, Violet looks like she needs some direction.
"Come here, love." Beckoning her to me, I hold out my hand and spread my thighs so she can step between them. She only hesitates for a second before pressing herself against me. "And up," I rumble, guiding her legs to straddle me.
She does so willingly. The openness of her legs and facial expression make my dick hard and my heart pound. "You bought me a toothbrush for your bathroom," she mutters, sounding like she's still trying to figure me out.
"I did," I say and press a gentle kiss above her left breast. Right where her beautiful heart beats.
"And...you love me." Her long eyelashes cradle the tears she's trying to hold in. I hear her words and understand them for what they are.
My sweet girl needs some reassurance. "And I love you," I confirm with a kiss on the front of her throat. She trembles slightly and gives me more of her weight.
"I love you too," she whimpers and to my delight, starts swiveling her hips.
My attention shifts to my raging hard on. Gripping her hips, I lift my head away from her heated skin and grit my teeth. "You keep doing that and this won't just be an innocent sleepover, V."
A burst of giggles erupts from her, startling me and bringing a smile to my face. "When the hell do we ever have an innocent sleepover? Get your dick out, Jamie."
"Who's in charge here?" I say with warning all the while doing as she says.
Blonde and purple hair fanning around her bare shoulders, Violet grins and reaches between us. Her hot little hand grips my bare cock and pumps it far too gently to be more than a tease.
"Me?" She bats her eyelashes at me. "I think it's my turn to use you. Don't you think I deserve some playtime of my own?"
Fucking hell. What the fuck? She's so damn sexy and the words dripping out of her lusty mouth test my control. "Violet."
Her bottom lip pops out like she's innocent and sweet, but I can see the horny goddess beneath bending me to her will. "Please?"
"Fuck. Yes. Fuck yourself on me, my love." I groan before moving my hand around her ass. Reaching further, I find her hot pussy from behind and pull her panties to the side. "Sit on my fucking cock."
She tsks at me and playfully nips at my lip. "I'll be doing more than that," she replies. Her voice turns into a blissed out sigh as she sinks onto my throbbing erection.
"Jesus. Shit. Fuck," I grit out, dropping my head onto her shoulder.
If Violet wants to use me for her pleasure, there's no way I'll deny her. Her slippery cunt glides up and down at a pace that I know will get her to that peak she craves at least once. Whimpers and breathy sighs accompany the wet sounds of our bodies coming together.
I refuse to lose the battle to the pressure building in my balls and pleasure making my limbs tense. This is about Violet. Her hand which held my cock minutes before now plays with her clit, helping her walls ripple and cling to me.
"You're so fucking tight," I grunt, grabbing her full ass cheeks in my hands to help work her up and down.
"Jamie," she whimpers. Pain zips through my scalp as she tugs my hair out of my ponytail and holds on. "I'm gonna—fuck!"
With determination to make this first orgasm last, I take one hand and pull her top down to suck one of her pert nipples into my mouth.
"AHH!" She bucks and screams out her release. I swear my teeth fucking tingle as her juices drip down my cock and thighs.
My restraint diminishes the longer she clings to me, but I hold back knowing my gentle encouragement to keep going will send her crashing into another orgasm soon enough.
"Another," Violet pleads, but she doesn't wait for my permission. Sex can be hot, sweaty, and all-consuming while being soft, full of love, and comforting at the same time.
"Give me another, Sweets." With my mouth on her pretty tits, I savor the taste and feel of my woman.