Chapter 3
VIOLET
The first time I decide to try something outside of my norm, and my brother’s ridiculously handsome friend has to be the guy whose name is pulled out of a bowl?
There are most definitely worse things in life. I’m just not used to this kind of luck.
Just watching Declan swagger into his penthouse has me ready to tear his clothes off.
A voice somewhere, no clue where, probably inside my head, that I choose to ignore reminds me that this guy is the poster of everything my brother has warned me against, and friends would roll their eyes too, knowing that he’s trouble.
Following Declan into his living room, I see the place has expensive leather furniture and fancy art on the walls.
I don’t take much notice, as I enjoy watching him throw his suit jacket to the sofa without a care that it will wrinkle.
Declan’s sandy brown hair is combed back, screaming for me to run my fingers through it, and it looks soft to play with.
Just like his lips that currently display a wry smile, while his piercing blue eyes seem to be assessing me.
Because rules are rules, and we are one another’s prize.
This brings me back to the thought that I have no complaints that this is how the night ended up.
My heart is pounding from anticipation. I was prepared for sex with a stranger, not a man I see at my brother’s yearly holiday party.
A man who just took a calculated step in my direction.
Gulp.
“Last chance for an out,” he says as he begins to undo the cufflinks at his wrists, preparing himself for whatever ideas he has in his head.
“I’m still here.” I sound confident, but my stomach just flipped.
Remember why you are here.
Reaching behind my back, I find the zipper on my carefully chosen dress, and with one tug of my fingers, I slowly pull down. My thoughts go through my reasoning as the zip comes undone, tooth by tooth.
I’m single, life is merely a routine lately, and the pool of men in Lake Spark is lacking. I miss sex. Like, a lot. When Charlotte mentioned her plans, I was intrigued and turned on. I’m not against trying new things. A perfect escape from the ordinary.
I carefully studied the list of rules, and I signed on the dotted line with no hesitation, which I have no regret over.
Relief and nerves twist inside of me. Not going to lie, the idea of sex with a stranger you just met was daunting, and I wasn’t sure it was for me, and luckily, I went in knowing there was always an out, as the rules value your choice.
But Declan deleted the random-man factor and brought familiar to the table.
Maybe too familiar, because I’m far too excited that it’s him.
I’m a complete beginner at this kind of thing, but Declan’s look informs me that this whole setup is ordinary for him. He seems willing to guide me.
My spine straightens when his finger presses firmly against my lips, indicating that I shouldn’t speak, only listen.
“I’m not going to sugarcoat this. Tonight is slightly out of the usual for me, in terms of my knowing you a little more than I probably should, considering what I’m about to do to you.
” He tips his head gently to the side and a scoff escapes his mouth.
“Why on earth would a party like this interest you, Violet?”
I’m not afraid nor shy of this man, maybe slightly in awe.
Which doesn’t make sense either, because I’m used to hockey players, so starstruck isn’t me.
If I had to pinpoint it, it’s his confidence in this situation, probably because I’m about to match it, and I’m not used to that. Not many guys can handle me.
Feeling bold, I dart the tip of my tongue between my lips to touch his finger, a mere poke, causing Declan’s eyes to blaze in surprise as he attempts to anticipate my next move.
I wrap my lips around his finger to suck, with one long stroke of my tongue, ensuring my eyes stay fixed with his, before I pop my lips off.
“Stop questioning me, because I’m not making assumptions of why you do this, and trust me, I could make plenty.
” My voice feels heavy with a yearning for us to move faster.
He chuckles under his breath, shifting his focus to his watch that he begins to undo.
“Fine. I’ll just assume you are living a mundane small-town life and needed a thrill.
You decided to play this game and got damn fortunate by ending up with me.
” He holds his watch up before clasping his hand around it to place it in his pocket.
“You just assume that then.”
Truth be told, he nailed his theory. I love Lake Spark. I moved there to be closer to my brother and his growing family. Despite living in Ford’s shadow, I hold no resentment, and he’s key to my life. Not to mention, there was a perfect little store on Main Street that was calling my name.
“You’re not the type of woman to be fucked by a stranger.” Declan begins to unbutton his shirt.
I shimmy my dress down my body. “Do I even want to know what type of woman you think that is?” I step out of my dress in front of this man as if this is a normal occurrence.
He discards his shirt to the side, not even blinking an eye as he examines me in my black bra-and-panty set.
“You smell like expensive roses, not perfume, but natural. You don’t need to put in the effort with your looks, and your smile is sweet.
You’re the woman that some guy will bring home to meet his parents, which means you should never settle for someone who doesn’t give you conversation and effort. ”
My eyes widen at his explanation. I should be flattered.
Dragging my hair to one side, I turn to offer him the clasp of my bra.
“I do smell of expensive roses, because I own a flower shop.” I tremble slightly when he takes his time to unhook the strap, the back of his finger sliding along my skin, lingering and causing a ripple in my body, including my nipples that now peak.
“That’s what you do?”
“You never talk about me with Ford?”
“It rings a bell now from what your brother has mentioned, but I don’t make a habit of taking interest in a woman that I can’t fuck, to be honest.”
I have to smile to myself. I never knew he was so candid.
“But now you can have me,” I state the obvious.
Purposely, I wait to turn and face him, instead sliding the straps of my bra off my shoulders to toss the garment to the floor.
“I’m happy you highlight that. I would hate to be the boyfriend who can’t impress you with flowers since you own the flower shop,” he says metaphorically.
I chuckle softly. “Just means he has to be creative to catch my attention.”
I should feel vulnerable right now, but it’s only the opposite. I’m empowered by confidence brought on by undeniable attraction.
His warm hands land on the curves of my shoulders, and I feel him step closer behind me, our body heat becoming one.
“He shouldn’t need to be creative, unless he is compensating for something. Lucky for me, you’re single and here. Tonight, you have my full attention,” he whispers against the shell of my ear.
My clit pulses from anticipation, while I clench my thighs to gather stability.
“Oh gee, only tonight,” I tease.
Declan’s hands fall to my hips, and he grips them. “Maybe you had my attention a little before too, which is why I already have ideas of exactly how I want to play with you.” He guides me by the waist to turn me around.
I try to suppress my smile because it’s a boost knowing someone has noticed you. I’m a confident person, but that doesn’t make a compliment worth any less.
Facing him, his gaze dips low, as I’m completely topless, and a smirk twists on the corners of his mouth.
“No going back,” he warns as his eyes graze back up to my mouth.
“I’ll survive.” My tone is flippant.
“This is probably a bad idea.” He rubs his thumb along my bottom lip.
I take hold of his hands to guide them to my chest. “Good thing it’s only one night then.” The feeling of his palms molding my round breasts sparks electricity between us.
His smirk grows. “I like your mindset.”
“I’m only here to appease you,” I joke with a light tone.
“You deserve a gentleman, and maybe I’ll be that at some point tonight, but right now, I need to do this.” His fingers pluck a nipple while his eyes stay pinned to mine. “Have you thought about having me inside you before?”
“Your ego needs a boost?” I cock my head to the side, with his hands still on my breasts. He won’t give me what I want until I answer. “Once or twice,” I admit.
“Good girl, honesty is key for tonight.” He begins to trace his lips along my jawline. “In that spirit, you’ll tell me when you’ve had enough, because I intend to go a few rounds, making you come with my fingers, mouth, and cock. Hopefully, you feel in a giving mood too.”
Have mercy on me, this is exactly what I was imagining.
“I think I can be persuaded,” I say breathlessly.
“Good. I need to watch you touch yourself, because I want to study the way you like it so my tongue can show you how to do it better.”
A new wave of heat runs through me with the realization that his cockiness is apparently something that I like.
In a flash, he moves his hands. I feel at a loss until he instantly cups my face to slam his mouth onto mine, stealing my breath and driving me wild. His one hand threads through my hair then yanks slightly to tilt head in a better angle, a clear position for him to consume my lips.
He’s firm, then tender, to downright greedy. I have no chance to explore because his tongue is already flirting with mine because Declan is a step ahead of me.
I loop my arms around his neck, enjoying his kiss that turns messy.
This is just a little fun, except judging by the feel of his cock pressed against my middle, then he isn’t little at all.
Thank you, heaven, for finally allowing me to win something.
He hoists me up, my legs instantly wrapping around his waist, while our mouths don’t part as he walks us to the couch.
I gasp, as I’m startled by the way we fall together perfectly against the cushions. With his body over mine, my hands begin to wander down his abs, attempting to reach his belt, but he’s quick to pin my wrists above my head.
I’m a version of myself that I don’t quite recognize… and I love it.
We’re all allowed to have wild nights.
A one-of-a-kind sort of night.
Even if they end with a morning after and an empty bed with a note in place of a warm body next to you.