Chapter 7
7
VIOLET
T he creep factor in Josiah’s cabin was gone.
I honestly didn’t think it had anything to do with my sister’s list of cleansing rituals. I wanted to believe in that stuff. I really did. But it seemed silly to me. Instead, I couldn’t help but wonder if finding me had made the difference.
Josiah was no longer coming home to an empty cabin. I’d spent every night here since the day we met, and that wouldn’t change anytime soon.
“Oh, man,” I said.
I shook my head as I looked at his hand of cards. He had spent a lot of time teaching me how to play poker, but we’d never done it this way.
We were sitting at that octagon-shaped table, playing poker on the felt tabletop he’d bought for game night with the guys. Josiah was still fully dressed while I’d already lost both shoes and socks.
This game of strip poker was about to get real.
I stood and unbuttoned my jeans, shimmying them off until they were on the floor next to my T-shirt, shoes, and socks. Once I wore only my bra and briefs, I took a long swig from my flavored alcoholic seltzer—that had become my go-to drink on game nights—and grabbed the cards Josiah had just gathered. It was my turn to deal.
“Poker night has never been this fun,” he said with a smile.
After only two weeks, we’d already settled into a comfortable dating routine. I came here almost every night and had dinner after work. One of us either grabbed something on the way home or we cooked, side by side, in the kitchen. We fit perfectly together. My strengths were his weaknesses and vice versa.
On Wednesday nights, he got together with the guys for poker and I went out to dinner with the girls. That would change eventually. Once we started having babies, we’d have to switch off nights with the guys so someone could stay home with the kids.
“I’m going to get those clothes off you,” I said as I picked up the cards I’d just dealt and shuffled things around so I could get a feel for what I had.
We were playing Texas Hold ’em. That was the game Josiah had taught me. He talked about moving up to other card games, but I wanted to master this one first.
When he lost the next hand, I actually let out a squeal of excitement, eyes wide, as he stood and jerked off his T-shirt, tossing it to the floor. He acted disgruntled about it, but I could see that sparkle in his eyes. He knew each article of clothing that came off got us a step closer to sexytimes.
“You know, the first night I came here, I had a fantasy about us doing it on this table,” I said.
“Your fantasy came true that same night. It wasn’t this table, but it was a table.”
It was my desk, but close enough. All our lovemaking since had been in his bed—although we had done it on the couch one night while watching TV. My hand started wandering, and next thing I knew, I had his cock in my hand and he was undoing my button and zipper and sliding beneath my underwear.
With his T-shirt off, I could admire those gorgeous pecs and arms. But then he lost the next two rounds, which meant the jeans and underwear came off as well.
Unlike me, Josiah had gone without shoes and socks. He liked to walk around the house barefoot. I told him he should put some on, but he was sure he was going to beat me. But poker had an element of luck. Even though I was learning, there was a skill to it as well. Tonight, I just hoped luck was on my side.
I squeezed my legs together and felt just how wet my panties had gotten. Seeing the bulge when he lowered his jeans had been a large part of that. But then he’d removed his underwear, and I’d gotten a tantalizing glimpse of his massive erection. He was hard for me, and I was wet for him.
It didn’t get any better than that.
“Game over,” I announced.
He shook his head. “Let’s keep going. Loser has to give the winner thirty seconds of any sex act they want.”
I wanted to walk away a winner, but what he suggested was hot. Next-level hot. We hadn’t done anything like that yet.
I gave a nod. “Sounds good to me. But I still have two garments on.”
I pointed toward my bra and panties. I’d invested in some silk and lace. Now that I was actually getting naked in front of a man, I had a reason to step up my game in the underwear department.
“I’ll have those off you in no time,” he said.
And he was right about that. He won the next two hands, leaving both of us completely naked. At that point, neither of us could lose. I figured it was a win, whether I was fulfilling his sexual desires or he was fulfilling mine.
But he won the next hand too. “Hand job,” he said. “Thirty seconds.” I stood, planning to head to his side of the table, but he shook his head. “I’ll come to you.”
“Who tracks the seconds?” I asked as he walked around the table.
“I could try, but I can’t promise I won’t lose my mind halfway through and have you going for two or three minutes.”
I didn’t mind that, but we needed to set some ground rules with this game, so I said, “I’ll count.”
When I wrapped my hand around him, he was rock hard. I forced myself to just touch. I wanted to take him in my mouth so badly, it was an actual battle not to. I loved licking and sucking him. There was nothing sexier than the growls and moans he made. But I had to restrain myself. Hand job only…for now.
I kept my eyes on him as I stroked him from base to tip. His eyes squeezed shut, his jaw clenched, and his head lifted until it no longer felt like he was watching me.
Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, and thirty, I counted off in my head. I stopped abruptly at thirty and saw him suck in a breath in response. He wanted me to keep going, and I certainly could—he wouldn’t object. But this was the game.
I released him and returned my attention to the table. He stood there for a long moment, just watching me. Then he returned to his seat.
“Let’s play fast,” he said. “I’m ready to slide inside that beautiful pussy.”
Just those words took my arousal to the next level. He knew exactly what to say to get me going. Although anytime I was around him, it wasn’t all that hard. Just looking at him had me thinking about ripping his clothes off and climbing on top of him.
“Maybe it wasn’t the sage that scared off the evil energy,” he said. “The energy didn’t want to stick around and see all the stuff that’s been happening around here since we met.”
I smiled. Yeah, I could definitely see that. But I had a feeling having me around had changed the energy.
He laid down his cards. “Fold.”
I looked at the three cards I’d just flipped over. “You’re folding already?”
He shrugged. With a sigh, I set my cards on the table.
“What did you have?” he asked.
“I don’t have to show my cards. You taught me that.”
He smiled. “You’re going to end up becoming a champion poker player. I can tell.”
I shook my head. “This is as far as I want to go with this game.”
“So, what do you want?” he asked.
I scooted my chair back and turned it, feeling awkward as I did so. I was naked, after all.
“I want you to get over here and lick me,” I said.
Even before he squeezed his eyes closed and moaned, I knew exactly what those words did to him. He liked it when I talked like that. Correction—he loved it when I talked like that.
This time, when he stood, his chair scraped noisily against the floor. The sound bounced off the walls. His eyes spoke of urgency. He was desperate to get to me. I had a feeling we’d just played the last hand.
He knelt between my legs, just like that first night. Only now, he knew my body intimately. He could get me to orgasm in seconds—and he probably would tonight.
His hand wrapped around his cock as his tongue touched down on my clit. He cast his gaze up at me, watching me watching him. That turned me on as much as what he was doing.
Finally, though, I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I threw my head back, as I always did when I began that slow, steady ascent toward climax.
Sure enough, within seconds, he had me calling out his name, gripping the back of the chair with my right hand and the edge of the seat with my left. Only after I lowered my head to look at him did he stop, knowing I was fully satisfied.
Maybe not fully. We hadn’t made love yet.
As he stood, he grabbed my waist and lifted me from the chair, setting me on the table like I weighed no more than a bag of flour. He had his hand around his erection again and pumped it several times before guiding it to my entrance. But he didn’t enter right away. Instead, he ducked his head and ran his tongue over each of my nipples, like it was something he’d been craving since I first removed my bra.
I didn’t mind. He could do that all day and night if he wanted. I’d never had any idea my nipples were so sensitive. He taught me that. He taught me so much about my own body. It was hard to believe I’d gone this long without knowing how good I could feel.
Finally, he lifted his head and slid deep inside me, immediately moving his thumb to my clit. The combination of his touch and his big cock sliding in and out of me sent my already intense arousal soaring.
I kept my eyes on my man as he thrust in and out of me. His gaze strayed over my breasts and stomach before closing his eyes. I knew he had to do that to avoid coming—and that turned me on even more.
Josiah found me irresistible. That realization would never get old.
It didn’t take long before I was heating up again. I wrapped my legs around his waist, remembering how I’d done that our first time. Then I closed my eyes and focused on the image of him—eyes closed, jaw clenched—as he held back while he thrust in and out faster and faster.
A sound slipped from my mouth—a sigh combined with a moan—as my second orgasm of the night raced through my body. It was amazing how quickly he’d opened me up. He barely had to touch me and I was heading toward orgasm.
But I knew that had everything to do with him. Nobody else could bring that out in me.
As I was coming down, he began moving faster. And I knew that meant he’d let himself go.
Sure enough, within seconds, he was releasing that series of grunts and groans that told me he was coming. When the last of his seed was spent, he didn’t pull out immediately. Instead, he drew me close to him, leaning over in what had to be an uncomfortable position. But he didn’t seem to mind. After a minute or so, he pulled back a little, pressed a kiss against my forehead, and straightened as if to get dressed.
“How about another hand of Hold ’em?” he asked.
I smiled and shook my head. “How about I make us ice cream sundaes instead?”
I knew that would get him away from his game. Josiah never turned down a good dessert. His sweet tooth was his weakness—well, that and the sight of me naked.
“You’ve got a deal,” he said. “I’ll fire up the TV and find a good movie. You grab the dessert.”
I threw on my T-shirt and panties and headed to the kitchen. I couldn’t stop a smile from spreading over my face. These nights with Josiah were the best of my life. I could hardly believe it, but it seemed like every day with him was getting better.
As I headed over to the sofa, a bowl full of ice cream and toppings in each hand, I stared at him. Yes—I had definitely found my home. And it had been only a few miles away from me all along.