Chapter 19 Violet
VIOLET
My cheeks flush, dark and hot.
I feel frozen, locked in place, my head spinning and my heart pounding.
And the whole time Rhett is just standing there, face unreadable.
He looks just as frozen as I am, just as shocked to be in this position, and I can’t believe he caught me like this.
I thought I was being so careful, waiting until all of them were out of the house to indulge in my fantasies.
Rhett doesn’t look away, and time must be ticking on, stretching out to make this moment longer than it needs to be, but I don’t think either of us feel it.
All I can feel is embarrassment. It’s like a bucket of cold water to the face.
I was trying to get these men out of my system.
A moment of indulging in this before I shoved it away, hopefully forever.
I definitely didn’t want any of them to know that I felt like this.
That I was desperate and pent up and horny enough to do this.
My mouth opens, like there’s anything I can say to make this less awkward, and then closes again. Because what can I say? Sorry? I didn’t mean for you to see me like this? I think that’s pretty obvious as it is.
It takes a few more seconds, but something in my brain goes ‘get off the dildo, idiot’, and my cheeks go a shade darker before I start to slide off the toy. But before I can, Rhett speaks.
“What are you doing?” His voice is gruff, and it makes my breath catch. He doesn’t sound angry or disgusted just… rough around the edges.
And I have no idea how to respond to him. Because again—seems pretty obvious what I was doing. I don’t know what more I can say to explain it or what answer he’s looking for.
“You’re not done yet,” he says, and that startles me into looking at him with wide eyes.
“What?” I manage to squeak out.
“You heard me. Finish what you started.”
My heart slams to a stop in my chest and then starts up again, beating a furious rhythm. My mouth drops open in pure shock. He can’t possibly… Does he mean he wants me to…
As if he can read my mind, Rhett nods, his gaze still locked on me. He folds his arms, standing there in the doorway like he plans to settle in and stay awhile.
It feels like my brain has been knocked off its tracks in the surprise of this moment, but my body isn’t taking as long to catch up.
My pussy clenches around the toy still buried inside me, and that reminds me of how close I’d been to coming before the sudden interruption.
Heat rises in me again, and arousal tries to win out over the embarrassment that doused the fire for a while.
Because there’s something about the way Rhett’s voice sounds, the way he’s looking at me. Something that makes me helpless to do anything but obey him.
Swallowing hard, I let my body take over. I rock forward a little and then push back on the dildo again. Sparks fly over my sensitive nerves, catching and spreading. A soft noise spills out of me as I start moving again, fucking myself on the toy just a bit.
Rhett’s eyes go darker. “Good,” he says. “Don’t stop.”
My clit throbs, my entire body aware and lit up. It’s like I can feel his eyes on me like a physical thing, the heat in his gaze washing over my skin and making goosebumps break out. All the passion I was feeling before is coming back in a rush, and I lick my lips.
“Close the door,” I whisper to him, incredulous that those words are coming out of my mouth. But any part of me that might have been yelling that this is a bad idea has been thoroughly silenced by the roar of pure need and desire that’s taking over.
Something shifts in Rhett’s expression, and he steps inside, closing the door behind him. Now it’s just the two of us in here, in the warm air, thick with humidity and my arousal.
He moves a bit closer to the shower, his eyes boring into me like he can see right through me.
“Keep going,” he orders, and I do, rocking a bit faster.
Every time the head of the dildo hits me just right, deep and intense, I moan a little, and Rhett doesn’t look away for a second, like he’s determined to drink in every moment of this.
“Is this what you do every time we’re not here?” he asks. “You get yourself off like this?”
I shake my head, fucking myself on the dildo. “No. No, it’s just today,” I gasp out. “I just… needed it.”
Rhett’s jaw clenches. “I’ve heard you. At night.”
My stomach flips. I thought I was being quiet, but I guess not quiet enough. “Rhett—”
He cuts me off. “I’ve heard you in your room, whimpering my brothers’ names. Lennox and Sawyer both.”
Fuck. There’s not even anything I can say to argue that because he’s right. Between the dream about Lennox and what happened with Sawyer at the bakery, they’ve been going in circles on my mind lately.
“I’ve been listening,” Rhett admits, his voice dropping into something like a growl. “I’ve been waiting to hear you say my name. I’ve been wanting to hear it.”
“Oh.” My movements stutter a bit at that revelation.
He seems… jealous. I wouldn’t have thought Rhett felt that emotion, considering how he’s always holding himself apart from everyone else, but knowing that he heard me and that he wanted me to say his name just makes me blush even more.
Because I have touched myself to thoughts of him too, of course I have.
But I must have stifled those noises better that time than the others. So he doesn’t know.
“Do you think about me too?” Rhett asks, moving in even closer, until he’s filling the space between the shower and the counter and all I can see is him.
I nod, biting my lip.
“Show me,” he orders. “Show me what you think about. How much you want it.”
Any other time, this would be humiliating, but right now, it’s just hot as fuck. Every part of me burns as I work myself back on the dildo, rolling my hips so the head hits just right where I want it. My breath comes out in pants and gasps, and I don’t look away from Rhett for a second.
“Good girl. Touch yourself. Touch yourself like you do in your room when you think no one can hear you.”
And god, that really should be embarrassing, but my hands have a mind of their own. One slides up, cupping my breast firmly, and the other drifts down between my legs, working between them to my pussy, soaked and dripping now.
I do what he says, circling my clit with two fingers the way I do when I’m lying in bed, thinking about being touched. It’s enough to have me moving closer to the edge, getting more and more turned on, but not enough to send me over. Just a light touch to make the flames of my arousal burn higher.
I pinch and twist one nipple, crying out softly when the slight pain of it mingles with the rush of pleasure.
“Don’t forget the other one,” Rhett tells me, and I switch sides, showing my other nipple the same attention.
I’m panting hard now, practically whining at the intoxicating sensation that’s taking over me. My legs are spread wide, and I fuck myself back onto the dildo, the wet slapping sounds echoing over the shower now.
“Harder,” Rhett directs. “Show me how hard you like it, Violet.”
I’m lost in a haze of pleasure, in the depth of his gaze, in the heat of this moment. All I can do is give in to him, fucking myself back even harder and faster. I’m really going for it, the plushness of my ass slapping against the wall with each thrust as I take the dildo all the way into me.
Like this it’s easy to forget that this is just a silicone toy. Rhett’s not even touching me, but the intensity of his gaze and the power of his words are enough to make me feel like he’s the one controlling this, the one touching me and fucking me.
My body melts for him, wetness dripping down my thighs and not from the shower.
His gruff voice keeps directing me, keeps telling me what to do, and I keep touching myself, heeding his every instruction.
“Just like that,” he murmurs. “Fuck, Violet. The way you look when you’re taking it. So fucking good.”
“Please,” I gasp out. “Oh fuck—please, I’m so close.”
I can feel the orgasm building again, easier now than the one I was working up to before. It feels so good, the pressure growing, the tension coiling in my gut, ready to explode through me. “Please, please, please,” I moan.
“Wait,” he says. “Not yet.”
I give a groan of displeasure, but he doesn’t bend. “Keep going.”
So I do. I fuck myself more, I play with my clit. I buck between my hand and the dildo until I feel wild with the need to come.
My pussy clenches around the toy like there’s something to milk from it, and my movements become fevered and unmeasured, just desperate at this point.
I keep begging, but Rhett doesn’t give in. He watches me touch myself, watches me gasp and whimper.
“Please,” I moan. “Fuck, I need it. I’m so close, I can feel it—please.”
“How badly do you want it?” he asks, and from anyone else it might be a taunt, but from him, it’s a genuine question.
“So bad. Please let me come. Please, please, please.”
“Do it,” he finally says. “Let me see it.”
I nearly sob with relief.
My fingers fly over my clit, rubbing in firm circles designed to finally give my body what it’s been craving. That, combined with the press of the dildo into me again and again is enough.
I cry out, the sound echoing around us as the first waves of my orgasm wash over me.
“Say my name,” Rhett demands. “Say my name while you come.”
“Rhett!” I practically scream, surrendering to wave after wave of pleasure. My body shakes and trembles through it, pussy clenching around the toy, which just sparks more little ripples. I can barely breathe, and I have to reach back and grab on to the wall to keep myself upright.
My chest heaves as I suck in lungfuls of air, trying to calm my heart rate and still the spinning in my head. Every part of me feels heavy and languid, the way it always does after I come this hard.
Rhett mutters a curse under his breath, and the next thing I know, he’s striding over and stepping into the shower with me. My mouth falls open to ask what he’s doing, but before any words come out, he’s gripping my chin, making me look up at him.
His eyes burn with a heat I haven’t seen in them before, and he leans down and kisses me hard. His mouth is unyielding, firm and seeking, and he doesn’t even seem to care that he’s getting wet from the shower while he stands there.
“Who were you thinking about this time?” he asks, his words a low murmur against my lips.
“You,” I whisper back. As if there was any other answer. As if my mind could have been on anyone else with him staring into me and directing me the way he was.
“Good,” he growls, and his eyes seem to burn even hotter.
For a breathless moment, I think maybe he’s going to kiss me again. Or maybe he’ll push me against the wet shower wall and take me himself. My heart stutters in my chest at the thought of it, and my exhausted body gives a throb of interest.
But Rhett lets me go and steps back, turning on his heel and leaving the bathroom as quickly as he came into it.