Chapter 42
Forty-Two
ELLIS
“Come on, Jamie. You know better than anyone how beneficial stalking is." Honestly, the guy is being a hypocrite. "I just want to see her for a few minutes. Not a big deal."
"Not a big deal?" Jamie raises a brow and punches my thigh lightly. "And I have never once stalked Violet."
Rolling my eyes, I study the surrounding stores and smile when I catch sight of the coffee shop Violet works for. "Whatever. You had other people stalk her. It's basically the same thing. I don't know why you have your panties in a twist about this. You're the one who agreed to come with me."
"My panties are gonna be twisted in your fucking mouth if you don't watch yourself," he warns with a glare out the corner of his eye that I don't quite believe.
"Jamie, come on," I grumble. Crossing my arms, I wait for him to take a U-turn for a parking spot closer to the cafe.
"Ellis, if I had a customer while you were spying on me, I could have gotten in a lot of trouble."
Scoffing at his serious tone, I throw my hands in the air. "Well, obviously. I may have made some stupid choices in the past, but I'm not a dumbass."
"Ellis..."
"No, I'm serious. I knew you didn't have a client. The front desk guy confirmed before I went back and watched you gloriously sweeping your office."
Jamie parallel parks, making my dick twitch as I admire the ease in which he can maneuver his car. "Alright, I'm sorry. I was surprised to see you watching me..."
"But...?" I probe, knowing he's holding something back. It's been a while since Jamie and I had one-on-one time so his attention makes my stomach flip around happily.
He laughs and grabs my chin with his thumb and pointer finger. "But, it turned me on realizing you were being naughty and watching me without permission."
I want to roll my eyes. He was literally just cleaning up his workspace for the day while I watched without his knowledge. To be fair, there were a few times he lifted the front of his shirt to wipe his face, but other than that it was innocent.
"And you agreed to spy on Violet with me," I add, because he's being ridiculous. I'm not sure what's up with him, but there's a tense energy I plan on working out soon.
"Let's go," he growls and flings his door open. If I was his Dom, I'd reprimand him for the aggressive way he treated the car. The bratty sub in me is pleased that I made him snap a little.
I follow and feel all warm and tingly as he ushers me into the café. Jamie's presence battles the cold amazingly. My muscles relax as the heat inside the cafe cocoons me.
"Let's order and see how long it takes her to notice us," I whisper and rush to the register without waiting for Jamie. He follows. I can tell by the grumbling curses behind me.
We order, Jamie pays, and while we wait, I sneak glances at our woman. Sitting alone at a table in front of the window, Violet scrolls on her computer. Her camera and coffee sit beside her, but nothing else is on the table. I wonder what she was photographing today.
I must have missed the barista calling my name because the next thing I know, Jamie's nudging a cup into my hands and ushering me toward Violet. Just when I think he's not going to play along with my game, he plunks himself into a chair at a table a few feet away from our woman.
I follow and sit beside him so I can see her. "God, she's adorable," I murmur, watching Violet stick her tongue out in concentration.
Jamie hums in agreement, and when I glance at him, he's also riveted to her. Legs spread wide beneath the table, his thigh presses against mine. When he shifts and puts an arm around the back of my chair, I have to will my dick to calm down.
"How long do you think it will take her to notice?" I ask after a moment.
Jamie shrugs and lifts his black coffee to his mouth. He jerks, body flinging upright. "OW! Fuck!" Jamie sputters and sets his coffee down.
An old woman gasps and glares, immediately annoying me, but what makes me groan is Violet's eyes on us. "Damn it, Jamie."
"Shut up. Holy ass that hurt," he growls as he wipes his mouth.
Violet stands with a furrowed brow and walks toward us. "What are you guys doing here?"
Reaching out, I wrap an arm around her hip and drag her closer. "Hi, baby. We were about to place a bet on how long it would take you to notice us, but Jamie ruined it."
I can feel Jamie glaring daggers at the side of my face, but with my head tipped back and Violet staring down at me with humor twinkling in her eyes, I don't care.
"How long have you been here?" V runs a hand through my hair, petting me.
Pouting, I sigh. "Like thirty fucking seconds."
"I'm fine. Thanks," Jamie deadpans.
Violet giggles quietly and reaches for the top of his head too. She plucks the hairband from his hair and smiles dreamily as it cascades around his shoulders. "Do you need a water?"
Thankfully, Violet's attention takes some of the growliness out of his tone. "I'm okay, my love. Thank you."
"Come home with us?" I ask, batting my eyelashes up at her. "He's cranky today and I might need your help to release some of that...energy."
The old woman near us gasps once again and stands abruptly. Violet doesn't seem to notice or care, totally focused on us.
"Why are you cranky?" she asks him, stiffening a bit. I run my hand up and down her side, trying to get her to relax again. "Did something happen?"
I can practically feel the anxiety rising and shoot a look at Jamie. Start talking, I demand with a glare.
He glances at me and softens his gaze. "Nothing's wrong. We can talk about it later."
Violet’s breathing increases. If I weren't physically attached to her, I might not have noticed but I do, and Jamie can fix it so I kick his foot beneath the table.
He has been incredibly uptight since I stopped at the tattoo shop to ask him to hang out.
I didn't plan on watching him, and if I had known he was in a mood, I wouldn't have.
Honestly, I feel bad and like he might be mad at me, but logically I think something else is going on.
He proves me right. "My mom and dad called me this morning. They want to meet you officially." Jamie sighs and rubs his face. "I told them I would ask you if that's okay, but they were pretty adamant that it's been long enough. And..."
"And?" Violet questions, leaning into me nicely.
"After everything that's happened, they want to make sure you're doing okay. They will be here in a few days..."
"Oh," Violet mutters. "Okay. Do you want me to meet them? I mean you don't sound enthused about it, and I don't want to overstep—"
Jamie shoots up out of his chair, thank god because I was about to shove him if he didn't get his shit together. That delivery was poor at best.
He gathers her close, dislodging my hold but it's fine. "Of course I want you to meet them. Hell, I've wanted it to happen for three years, Sweets. I'm just worried this will be too much for you. Everything is going so well and I don't want to push too hard for more."
"Aww, you're sweet," she coos and rises onto her toes to kiss him gently. "I'd love to meet them. Don't worry about me. I'm a pro. Just ask Nate. I cried all over his mom’s living room."
I laugh with Violet, and Jamie shakes his head with a grin. "If you're sure," he whispers.
"I'm very sure." Violet beams and turns her attention to me. "You get started on helping our man relax. I'll be right behind you." With that she kisses Jamie one last time and saunters to her table.
"You heard her," I say, standing and grabbing his hand to pull him to the car. "Let’s get started."
"What's taking her so long?" I'm about to fucking explode. The scene in front of me has been testing my patience for the last ten minutes. The twenty minutes of foreplay before that put me on edge but this?
"Fuck," Nate pants, his man bun flopping around with each thrust Jamie gives him. "Harder."
"No," Jamie denies, keeping his pace slow and steady, but so fucking deep Nate's eyes roll back into his head every time Jamie plunges in. "We're waiting, remember? Ellis, no touching!"
"Damn it!" I snap, fisting my hand on my thighs.
All I want to do is fuck my fist while I watch Jamie top Nate. The unspoken conversation about it was hot, each man holding the other by the cock and making out. Nate willingly spun around and offered Jamie his ass, and I about came on the fucking spot.
I was told in no uncertain terms that I wasn't allowed to come or even fucking play with myself until Violet joined us. Thirty minutes. Twenty of those I watched with bated breath as the two most dominant men I've ever known traded kisses and reverent caresses.
"You're so fucking tight," Jamie growls, gripping Nate's hips a little harder. They're fucking behind the couch with Nate holding himself up on the back. I'm not even allowed to walk around them to see the full deliciousness of their bodies.
Nope, I'm stuck in my seat, watching, yearning, and getting more aroused by the moment. I fucking hate being edged.
Then fucking finally the front door opens and Violet struts in with a big ass duffle bag. "I'm here!" she shouts while removing her shoes and jacket. Turning and coming our way, she stops dead in her tracks when she sees us. "Oh!"
"Thank fuck," I breathe a ragged sigh of relief. "Get over here and help me."
She hums and whips her shirt off with no hesitation.
Her blonde and purple waves frame her tits and lacy white bra.
My mouth fucking waters. I'm literally salivating.
I watch, entranced, as she continues her show.
Even Jamie and Nate have shut up and paused their fucking.
When she's completely naked from the waist down, I about lose my mind. And my load.
"Ellis," she coos, stepping toward me. "I'm so wet."
My eyes shoot down, and the slickness I see already coating her thighs makes me groan. "V—"
"Nate," she calls on him next, eye fucking him as she continues her path toward me. "Do you think you can multitask?"
"Yes, baby," Nate grunts and groans when Jamie slams into him again.
"Wonderful!" she cheers and winks at Jamie. Fuck I love when my kinky woman comes out to play. "Ellis, go sit in front of Nate. I'm gonna ride you hard and fast while you tongue fuck each other’s throats."
"Fuck yeah," Jamie praises.
I do as I'm told and sit right in front of where Nate is bracing himself against the couch. Violet wastes no time climbing onto my lap. Once her cunt is wrapped around my cock, she places her dainty hand on my throat and pushes my head back.
"Kiss him," she whimpers, bouncing on my ridiculously hard dick. Nate's beard tickles my face as he descends on me. The Spiderman kiss is sloppy and aggressive but fuck it's hot.
Our moans and matching grunts of approval surround me as my attention splits from the wet heat pulsating on my cock and my partner’s mouth demanding my submission.
I'm incapable of battling either of them. Nate dominates my mouth and Violet...holy hell...she comes in under two fucking minutes. Her screams of pleasure mixed with the slapping sounds of Jamie ruthlessly fucking Nate send me right over the damn edge.
Automatically, my hands grab onto her tits and my hips buck up as the pressure in my balls binds me to the moment and sends me fucking soaring.
It just keeps getting better and better.