Chapter Ten #2
I should encourage slowing down. Rationally, I know this.
Instead, her request sends me over the edge.
My jaw locks, my teeth clench, and I let out a growl so loud and feral I’m sure they hear me behind the bar.
“You’re a good little slut, aren’t you? You like it when I bend you over like this.
You like knowing we could get caught, don’t you? ”
She moans and leans back, taking an extra bit of my cock for herself.
Fuck.
My balls squeeze and I smack her beautiful, bubbled ass as I push myself in and out of her tiny, little hole.
Her arms shake and her moans get louder, until all at once, she’s screaming out for relief as her little, virgin ass spasms around my cock.
It’s the last straw. The final piece.
I wrap her tight against my chest, my cock pumping into her ass as I growl and groan like a wild fucking beast. As if my body can’t take another second, my stomach tightens, my cock goes impossibly rigid, and my balls let loose with whatever they have left.
“Oh my God!” Violet goes limp in my arms as I lean into the side of her neck and groan, kissing my way up to the lobe of her ear.
“Are you in pain?”
“I loved it,” she sighs. “No idea how I’m going back out to that par—”
“Fuck!” Andrew’s voice interrupts from the doorway where he stands slack jawed, staring like a fucking idiot. “I knew it! I knew you two were fucking! Your dad is going to lose his shit!”
Instinct fires before logic can catch up, and I chuck the bottle of canola oil at the door. Thankfully, the bottle’s closed because I think I would’ve been the only one regretting that later.
He dodges the impromptu lube and heads down the hall, yelling into the crowd.
Fuck! I should’ve been smarter!
I pull slowly from her tight, little hole and kiss the base of her neck. “I’ve got to go wash up and take care of this. Please stay here.”
“No.” She turns back and tugs her dress into place. “This is getting out of hand. We need to tell my dad what’s going on.”
Static buzzes under my skin, and my chest feels tight.
I want to stay here with her all night, lock the door and never leave, but I have to murder a man first. He’s walked into a private moment, he’s seen my girl compromised, and he’s acting like a righteous prick, but we both know he’s going back to his mom’s house tonight to jerk off to everything he just saw.
I kiss her forehead and run down the hall, stopping at the sink quickly before making my way into the distillery where I see Andrew already talking to my buddy, eyes lit, mouth moving a mile a minute.
This little fucker thinks he can do whatever the hell he wants! He can text Violet whenever. He can move with someone who hasn’t even been asked. He can open closed fucking doors like he owns the place.
Someone needs to teach this boy a lesson he won’t forget.
I grip Andrew by the collar and drag him out into the pouring rain, streetlamps flickering as he whines for relief.
“What the hell is going on?” Violet’s father follows me out, jogging behind as though he’s going to get me to stop. “Cash!” he hollers, pulling me back. “What the hell is going on?”
“He’s fucking your daughter!” Andrew shouts as Violet steps out onto the street. “I just saw them in the supply room!”
My buddy’s face drops as he rakes his hand back through his hair, rain pattering against us like it’s listening in. “Is this true?”
I glance back toward Violet, looking for permission to speak the truth. I’m not sure there’s any chance of hiding it anymore, but I need her to feel safe. I want her to know I’ll always consider her first.
She nods slowly, her chest rising and falling in quick succession.
It’s my fault this is happening. My fault this whole thing is blowing up tonight, right here, without regard for anyone.
Fuck. What the hell is wrong with me?
“Yeah, Dad,” she says as I open my mouth to speak. “It’s true. We didn’t mean for it to happen, but… I have feelings for Cash.”
Her father’s face quickly turns shades of purple, and I wonder for a second if he’s nearing a heart attack or a murder spree. It’s hard to tell at this point, but if I were in his shoes, murder would win hands down.
I scrub my hand over my face and walk toward Violet, my hand landing on her back in support. I’m not sure it’s the right choice, but it’s where I want to be. “I’m so sorry, man. We really weren’t planning this.”
“Why do people say that?” he barks. “Do you think I give a damn that you weren’t planning it?
She’s twenty years younger than you! I trusted you!
” He walks toward Andrew, helping him up from the ground before he turns back toward me.
“You’re the reason she’s not going to Dallas, aren’t you?
You don’t care about her future. You only care about yourself. ”
“Dad,” she presses, “I don’t want to go to Dallas. I don’t even like the corporate world.” She nods toward the camera slung over her shoulder. “I love photography. I—”
“Good Lord. I thought we were over that.”
“Cash sees me, Dad. He really sees me, and,” she wipes away a falling tear, “it feels good.”
I squeeze her tighter against my chest as I stare at my best friend. “I should’ve told you I had feelings for her the second they—”
“No!” he screams. “You should’ve acted like a grown fucking man and not had feelings for her in the first place!”
“Oh no.” Violet glances down at her phone in the pouring rain, the light from the screen brightening her face. “Bella’s called twice.”
A knot forms under my ribs. “Everything okay with the kids?”
She nods, and tucks under the edge of the building to avoid the rain and look at her phone closer. “She sent a text too. Apparently, there’s an alarm going off and she can’t figure what it is.”
“Fuck,” I growl. “I bet it’s the alarm for the creek. I need to get home and move the animals.”
“Oh no!” She lifts the soaking hem of her dress and tucks her phone back into the camera bag as we rush toward the truck on the other side of the street. “Should I text your brothers?”
“Sure. You can text them on the way for me.”
“You didn’t move the animals? You knew there was record rain coming,” her father presses, rain dripping off his forehead as he stands at the side of my truck. “You never let that shit slide.”
“Well, I did this time.”
He shakes his head as I slam the truck door closed, turn over the engine, and land my hand on my girl’s thigh as we take off. I’m not sure what I’m going home to, but I’m sure it can’t get worse, until I see the headlights of my buddy’s truck following behind us.