Chapter 34 Jagger
JAGGER
Violet likes Disney movies. She also likes vodka with Red Bull.
As Hercules plays in the background, she forces me to take the test online to see which Disney character I am while we each take turns drinking her beverage.
It’s our second one, and I’m pretty sure it has enough vodka to take out an elephant.
Warmth spreads through my chest and along my limbs as I answer the last question. “There. Happy now?”
She scoots closer, perched on my couch like a little bird with her feet tucked under her ass, so she can see the results. After the car’s took their second lap during the race, Violet’s stomach grumbled, so I picked up some tacos and drove us back to my place.
“Called it.” She points to the screen, her breath fanning across the side of my face. “You, dear sir, are Li Shang.”
I turn toward her. Fuck she’s close. So close, our lips almost brush, but I don’t pull away. I don’t want to. “Who’s Li Shang?”
She laughs. “Are you serious?” My puzzled look only makes her amusement grow. “Li Shang is the sexy captain from Mulan. He’s also a badass fighter who rarely wears a shirt and is a little on the bossy side, so…” She bats her lashes. “Yup. I would say the test nailed it.”
I like her sass. I like the way she isn’t afraid to give me shit or make fun of me.
I like a lot of things about her, and seeing her in my space with her guard down, partially thanks to the vodka Red Bull we’ve been nursing, is addictive.
Seeing her in my space, not the Red Bull, though I am curious if she tastes like the energy drink.
My attention dips to her mouth before remembering what put the little crinkles around her eyes.
“So, he’s a good guy?” I challenge.
With another laugh, she asks, “What? You’re disappointed?”
“No, I’m surprised you”—I lift my hand and do air quotes—“called it. I thought Hardens were the bad guys.”
“You’re not all bad.” She closes my laptop, setting it onto the coffee table in front of us.
“Confusing, yes. But bad?” She shakes her head, then rests her elbow on the edge of the couch, cradling her head in her hand, inspecting me like I’m the most fascinating thing in the world. “I don’t believe it.”
“You’d be surprised.”
“Hmm.” The woman doesn’t look convinced. “What time do your brothers usually get home on nights like this?”
I frown. “Two or three. Why?”
Pulling out her phone from her back pocket, she checks the time. “Just curious. I believe it was…four times, now?”
My brows wrinkle even more. “What are you talking about?”
“I owe you, remember?” She shifts closer, shocking the hell out of me. “Was it three times? Or four? Or…?” Tapping her finger against her chin, she moves to straddle me, then rests her forearms on my shoulders. The look in her eyes does me in. They’re glassy and filled with mirth.
“Aaaand, I think it’s time for bed,” I decide.
“You don’t want me?”
The woman has no clue. I take her in. Her tight little body.
Her lazy smile. The heat of her pussy pressed against my half-mast cock through our clothes.
The things I could do to her. I fist my hands at my sides, fighting for logic and control while knowing how easy it would be to give in.
To have her. Hell, she’s practically offering herself on a silver platter. But I’m not that guy.
Damn, maybe I do have some of my mom’s genes.
“Wanting you isn’t the problem, Violet. Taking advantage of you, on the other hand, isn’t an option. Not for me.”
“And you say you’re not the good guy.”
I wrap my arm around her waist to keep her from falling off me and bend toward the coffee table, reaching for the remote.
With a click, the screen turns black, and her body freezes against me.
Whatever anticipation was building between us dissipates into fear and discomfort, making my stomach plummet with the light.
“You okay?” I ask.
“I, uh,” she leans into me even more, curling against my chest and gripping my shirt with her hands. “I don’t like the dark.”
Right. I almost forgot. Part of me wants to ask where the fear came from.
The other part already knows. Like everything else wrong in her life, there’s clearly a common denominator, and if Violet confirms it for me, it just might be the final push to put Virgil Reeves in the ground.
“Alexa, lights,” I call out, forcing my tone to remain calm no matter how impossible it feels.
Recognizing my voice, the house system turns on the movie room lights.
Gold hues paint the room, highlighting Violet’s pinched expression.
“Better?” I lift my hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, but she stops me.
With a gasp, Violet grabs my hand and turns it over, assessing my bruised knuckles, her concern swallowing her fear. “Is this from tonight?”
I take in the angry skin where my knuckles connected with Virgil’s face and shrug. “Apparently.”
“Are you okay?”
I chuckle softly. “Trust me, I’ve had worse.”
Her cute little forehead wrinkles. “Hmm.” She lifts my hand a little higher, then brushes her lips against my middle knuckle.
My cock twitches in my jeans, and I tilt my head, zeroing in on where her mouth touches my skin. Careful to keep the pressure as gentle as possible, she does it again, and fuck, I swear I can feel it everywhere. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“Kissing you better.” Her gaze flicks to mine. “It’s what you did for me, remember?”
Do I remember? I can still see her flushed cheeks as I finally gave in and kissed her in the hallway.
It took everything inside of me to take it slow.
To be careful. When all I wanted to do was push her up against the wall and have my way with her.
The reminder only adds fuel to the fire burning inside of me.
“Violet,” I warn.
“You’re not taking advantage of me.” She presses another kiss to my knuckle.
Her lips are parted this time, so I can feel the warmth of her mouth.
She sucks on the tender flesh softly. “I’ve wanted you since the moment you pressed me up against the dresser in Hawke’s room.
” She smiles against the back of my hand. “The question is…do you want me, too?”
Fucking hell.
Maybe it’s the alcohol. Maybe it’s those big, coffee-colored eyes.
Maybe it’s the feel of her thighs on either side of my hips and her hot pussy pressed against my cock.
I don’t even know, but my free hand tightens around her waist, gripping the thick fabric she’s still entrenched in.
Her hips grind against me, and her smile widens even more.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Kissing my hand again, she rocks into me, opening my loose fist and sucking my forefinger into her mouth.
With a swirl of her tongue, and a light drag of her teeth against my skin, I know I’m a goner.
“Careful,” I warn. She sucks me harder, using the ridge of my dick for friction as she shamelessly rubs herself against me. My eyes narrow even more. “Violet.”
With a quiet pop, she pulls me out of her mouth and shifts forward, bringing us chest-to-chest, her back arching into me. “Don’t make me come alone.”
I thread my fingers through the back of her head and drag her into me, shoving my tongue in her mouth.
I was right. Fucking Red Bull and vodka.
Pretty sure I’ve never craved anything more.
With a gentle tug on her hair, I swallow her moan as she sucks on my tongue the same way she had my finger, making me harder than steel.
Fuck, I want her. I tug on her hair a little harder, and her head rolls back, giving me access to her pretty throat.
Sucking on the sensitive skin, I unwrap my arm from her waist, shoving up her sweatshirt, only to be met with bare skin.
The fact she’s been walking around all night, around my brothers, around The Drift, everywhere, with only my hoodie covering her is… damn. Have I died and gone to heaven?
“Violet,” I rasp.
“Is there a problem, Jag Off?”
My eyes thin. “You’re not wearing a bra again.”
“Perks of not having boobs.”
Giving in, I palm her small breasts, relishing the feel of her nipple pebbling against me.
Hell, I’m offended for her. “They’re perfect,” I growl.
She rolls her eyes but doesn’t argue as I grind into her, letting her use my cock any way she pleases, and fuck, if it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Shit,” she whimpers.
“You like that, Vi?”
Her breathing quickens, and she drops her head back, shamelessly riding me.
Trouble is, if she keeps it up, I’m gonna come in my jeans like a teenager.
I haven’t dry humped in years. Literally.
Don’t get me wrong. Foreplay’s fine, and I always make sure to get the girl off before I come, but I’ve never been this ready.
This on edge. This close to losing my shit without even having a chance to be inside the person.
She’s making me lose my damn mind. I want her. Need her. Every single part.
I bend down, bringing her chest to my mouth. Sucking. Biting. Licking. Every inch of her. With a moan, she leans back, giving me better access as I devour her tits. “Fucking perfect,” I repeat, swirling my tongue against her nipple.
“Okay, I’m ready.” She swats my head away, and climbs off me, my hoodie still bunched beneath her armpits. Fumbling with her jeans, her desperation so thick, I can almost taste it, she says, “If I don’t have you inside me in under ten seconds, I’ll go crazy. Do you have protection?”
Digging into my jeans, I find a condom, hold it between my teeth, and swat her hands away so I can tug off her pants, then add mine to the pile on the floor.
Once we’re both good and naked, she lies back on the couch. Spreading her thighs, she gives me a glimpse of her sweet pussy as I rip open the condom and slide it on. Her eyes heat, watching me run my hand along my erection while I climb on top of her.
“You sure?” I ask.
She nods. “You have two seconds.”