Chapter 17
AGE 18
Crazy for Violette Taylor’s lips
“I have to go…” Violette murmurs into my lips thirty minutes after leaving Fraser beach. The console of the SUV is digging into my ribs and I’m pretty sure my right arm is numb from leaning on it, but I’d take any amount of discomfort to keep these addicting lips on mine.
“Mm-hmm,” I mumble, continuing to kiss her. I lick a slow trail across her plush bottom lip and my cock throbs. I’m used to it at this point. My cock may never forgive me for just getting rid of my hard-on and then spending the last fifteen minutes kissing and talking to her at the end of her street. I just couldn’t drop her off yet. Jacob has been calling me on repeat and I know I have to go. Not to mention, any more of this and we’re gonna fog the windows up in here.
Violette giggles as I nuzzle her neck and makes a throaty little sound that tells me she’s just as turned on as I am. She’s just as desperate for me as I am her. I can’t wait for more nights just like this.
“Rowan,” she half moans, “I told my dad ten.”
I back up just to give myself a moment to compose myself, but the way her skirt is hiked up her thigh… she looks so good in skirts and dresses. She needs to wear them more often.
“Go to prom with me, Vi.” The thought of how beautiful she would be in a prom dress is driving me to make it a reality, to make all these feelings for her official.
She sobers up and backs away from me. “What?”
“If you’re not going with anyone, I mean,” I add, realizing I shouldn’t assume.
She grins just enough for the dimple to appear in her rosy cheek. “I’m not,” she says in disbelief. “I don’t get many prom date requests.”
I’m just about to read her the riot act for assuming no one would want to go with her. I hate that she doesn’t see herself the way I do, but before I can, Violette’s phone rings in her purse, forcing me to keep my mouth shut about how incredible she is.
She pulls it out. “Jacob,” she says, laughing, showing me her lock screen. She clicks the button to answer. “He’s coming.” Fuck, do I wish I actually was. I shift in my seat to soothe the ache.
“We’re almost home,” she adds.
I lean back and run a hand through my hair, realizing I really have to take her home now. I turn the engine over while she prattles onto her brother.
“What are you so desperate for?” she asks, but of course, I can’t hear his response.
“Yes, he’s dropping me off and coming to meet you.” She sits in silence, listening while Jacob talks on the other end as I round the corner of her street and flip my signal on to turn into her driveway.
“You’re going straight to meet him, right?” she asks, turning to face me.
“Put him on speaker,” I tell her with a grin, and she does.
“Fuck, dude, you’re needy. I’ll be there in ten.”
“Okay, hurry up,” Jacob says, causing the grin to drop from my face. Whatever the fuck he’s gotten himself into, he sounds worried. Violette doesn’t miss it either.
“Are you in trouble or something?” she asks like a mother hen.
“No,” Jacob answers too quickly. “Just cover for me with Mom and Dad, I need King’s help. I’ll be home by eleven, if you ever get here,” he adds, directed at me.
“Okay,” she says, not convinced but hangs up anyway.
“Will you tell me if he’s in trouble?” she asks. “I worry about him. He’s so…”
“Impulsive,” she says at the same time I say, “Reckless.”
We both laugh as I pull into her driveway and put the car in park.
“Yeah…” She giggles.
I look down at my slowly deflating cock, willing it to stand down so I can walk her to the door.
Violette reaches out and places her hand on my forearm, definitely not helping my cock with the feel of her skin on mine. “Yes, I’ll go with you to prom,” she says with a smile. “But I’m wearing my Chucks.” She laughs. “I don’t do heels.”
I smile back at her. She could wear a garbage bag with cut out arm holes and still be the prettiest girl there.
I look up at her house, the light is on in the living room but there is no movement in the front window.
I take the opportunity to kiss her one last time, lingering for a moment to burn the feeling of her lips on mine into my memory to get me through the night.
“I don’t give a fuck what you wear. I just want to be near you, Vi,” I tell her as the front porch light turns on. We both straighten instantly, and I let Violette get out of the car.
“I’ll give this back to you next time I see you,” she says, gesturing to my hoodie that she’s currently swimming in—looking fucking adorable, I might add.
I pull my T-shirt down as far as it will go hoping I look put together.
“I had fun tonight,” Violette says as we walk up the stone pathway to her front porch. Images of her face as she came around my fingers flash through my mind. She was fucking perfection.
When we reach the porch Violette turns to me, the rosy glow still in her cheeks, her pupils blown out. “You’re making me like you, Kingsley,” she says with a sexy little smirk.
I reach out and wrap my first finger around her pinky and pull her to me, not caring if anyone sees. “Oh yeah?” I ask her.
“Yeah, I think I’m even gonna miss seeing you tomorrow,” she says, knowing I have a full day at my co-op placement and a final exam.
I bend down and kiss her on the cheek. “Don’t need to miss me, Vi, I’m always with you,” I whisper in her ear, letting go.
“Right, protons and electrons.” She grins.
“Yep, see ya soon,” I say, backing down her porch as she disappears behind the door.
I smile all the way back to my car. Thinking of every single thing she said tonight as I drive to Max’s across town to meet Jacob. The drive passes in a blur of her lips, the smell of her hair, her voice, the way I almost came in my fucking pants when she did. I can’t think of any time I’ve ever thought of a girl like this, or ever felt this way, and now I’m getting hard again. Fuck.
When I pull into the driveway, I see a white Toyota I don’t recognize. I get out anyway and text Jacob asking him where he’s at.
Jacob: Can you come in?
Me: WTF dude, if this is a prank I’m gonna kick someone’s ass.
He doesn’t respond, and when I get to the porch, the door opens before I can even knock. I blink, it's not the face I expect to see. It’s not Jacob, it’s not Max, it’s Kyleigh Miller in a barely-there pink tank top and a jean skirt.
“Come on in,” she purrs, reaching out to touch my chest. I swat her finger away, then push past her to get in the door.
“Where’s Jacob? What are you doing here?” I ask her. She just smiles up at me.
I turn to see Jacob and Max sitting on the couch in Max’s living room. Jacob is bouncing his knee and he looks scared shitless. I turn back to Kyleigh.
“What the fuck is going on?”
Jacob is the one that answers. “I fucked up, man. Big time. And I need your help?—”
“He sure did, but don’t worry…” Kyleigh cuts him off, smiling sweetly. “I have a proposition for you.”
Fuck me.