Chapter 15
DECLAN
What have I done?
That’s what comes to my mind when I stare down at Violet sleeping in my bed like she belongs here.
It slipped out of my mouth last night that we should keep seeing one another. I can’t even blame it on a cloud of lust; it’s what I want deep down. One night wasn’t enough, one week wasn’t enough, and whatever our timestamp will be from now on, I’m not sure that it will ever be enough.
Maybe I’m in the infatuation zone.
I gently trace my finger along her arm like a feather, careful not to wake her. I’m sure she could use the rest after what went down last night.
After the bathroom tryst, it was a quick change of plans.
We had our fun in the bathroom, then quickly rushed out and said goodbye to our friends to move onto other plans.
Our friends seemed to have been anticipating that, as they waited for us with smirks on their faces, although they seemed slightly disappointed that we wouldn’t be joining them.
In another time, I would have been disappointed too. But I simply hate the idea of anyone watching Violet. It’s a protective wave that just comes over me whenever she’s involved. It unnerves me, as I’m not used to that.
A soft smile spreads on my lips as she snuggles closer with the pillow. Deciding that she isn’t going to wake anytime soon, I throw on some shorts and a t-shirt then head to the kitchen to grab a coffee before I sit in my home office and flip open my laptop.
I might as well go through some work emails, because there are a lot. Between marketing, strategy, coaching staff, and a calendar that is getting filled with so many appointments, I’m getting drowned in the business.
My feet don’t even get to touch the ice for any of it. At least I was able to help at Ford’s summer camp, that gave me a few hours at the rink.
Pulling up the search bar, I type in my name to click on a few highlights of my old games. It’s not so bad watching your past life.
That is until a voice points out the obvious. “Sending yourself into a bout of depression?” Violet walks into my office, wearing my shirt. I didn’t leave one out, but I like that she dug through my drawer as if she owns the place.
I open my arm to invite her to sit on my lap. “You caught me. I should probably find a documentary on owning a team or something.”
She slides right onto my lap, with her palm pressing against my chest. “Probably, but you do things your own way. Are you at least excited for your new adventure? I mean, sometimes I wonder.”
“It’s the next best thing to playing,” I say honestly.
“Not coaching?”
I snicker a sound. “You know what I’m going to say, right?”
Violet shakes her head, oblivious.
“There is a hierarchy with a team, and owner trumps coach. I want to be on top.”
She struggles to contain her laugh, but then it escapes her mouth, and the sound fills the room with a lightness that I need in my life.
“That is not a surprise,” she reaffirms.
My head tilts to the side. “Thought you would think that way.”
Her fingers play with the hairs at the back of my neck while we take a few seconds to stare at one another, because we didn’t plan on this. A lopsided nervous smile appears on her mouth. “Uhm, about last night…”
“Yeah?” I’m curious how she is going to lead us into this conversation, which causes her to gawk her eyes at me because she knows that’s exactly what I’m doing.
“It’s okay if we got caught up in the moment…” She’s struggling to beat around the bush.
“We can do casual.” I swipe some of her hair behind her ear.
She bites the inside of her cheek. “Yeah, so casual… without Ford finding out.”
“Probably wise.” I’m not sure he would appreciate the sentiment of not being serious with his sister. “Which means I need to scrap the whole ‘will you be my plus-one for a few social events I have coming up.’”
“What will you do then?” Her head perks up.
“Go solo.”
“Okay. And the moment that I feel this isn’t good for me, then I tell you.”
I lean in to kiss her neck. “Likewise. Now, how about we go grab breakfast from that spot I told you about.”
She lets out a laugh. “I think being with one another in public when we’re not platonic is kind of against the point.”
I grin at her. “Lucky for us, I have enough money to rent out their private room and ensure we have privacy. In an hour?”
Violet’s arms loop around my neck to pull herself closer to me, her tits right below my face. “I have nothing to wear since you destroyed my clothes somewhere between the elevator and the kitchen.”
“Two hours then, and I’ll buy you a new outfit.”
“Ooh, big spender, you should definitely make me earn it.” This is her way of leading us into trouble. I know, because great minds think alike.
“Damn straight. Now sit on top of me and use my cock the way you want to.”
Her sultry smirk informs me that she’s on board and stands up only to swing one leg to the other side of my lap. In one swoop, she lifts my shirt off her body to be fully naked and on top of me.
I free my cock from my shorts and allow my mouth to trace the curve of her breasts.
“You know, last time I was here at your place, you left before I woke,” she softly comments.
It catches me off guard, and I stop my trail on her breasts. Guilt hits me, but then I know it’s a distant memory, because for some reason, I feel like something else defines us. I latch on to her nipple to kiss while her head falls back.
“I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” I say against her nipple. “Use me the way you need, Vi.”
She aligns me with her opening and sinks down, her warm heat wrapping around me like a perfect glove.
No condoms with her is going to mess with my head, I know it, because I can never go back with her, and this feeling is pure indulgence, even more that it’s a type of closeness that is intensified when you already care for someone.
“Declan, is this what you want?” Her sweet moan follows the rhythm of her slow thrusts.
I use my hands to bring her breasts together as she moves on top of me. “Yes, baby, exactly like this. Clench harder,” I urge.
She clamps down, and my eyes nearly roll to the back of my head. This woman is sexual dynamite with a heart of gold. And I hate the fucking guy who will claim forever with her.
But right now, she is mine, which is why my lips crash against hers to ensure we are completely one, until she convulses around my length, taking my own orgasm with her.
I fasten my watch around my wrist, and Violet emerges from the bathroom in a summer dress that I had sent over from a boutique a few blocks down. I had them send over a few options, plus lingerie, in case we lose this dress too somehow in one of our morning escapades.
Violet looked concerned that my call to the boutique was so simple, then she eased when I assured her that I knew of the place because my cousin stayed here a few months ago and she studies fashion.
“Okay, I think I’m ready. I got a text from Charlotte that I can just get my car from her place whenever by asking the doorman for access to her garage. She’s not at home, surprise, surprise.” Violet’s tone is the opposite of her words.
We look at one another with a knowing thought.
“They probably went to an after-party, and who knows where they are,” I add.
Violet holds a hand up. “I don’t want to know. Besides, I’m starving.”
I walk behind her and gently pat her ass to scoot her out of my room. “As you should be.”
My phone chimes a sound, and I pull it up from my pocket to see Ford is video calling me. “Shit.” I show Violet the screen, and her eyes blaze.
Yet, instead of ignoring it, I answer, since Violet is out of view. “Hey, man.” I smile. “What’s going on?”
Ford looks like he’s lying by his pool. “Just wanted to check if you’re going to the team reunion leading up to pre-season games.
I got the email from the team, and then another email from marketing about a press conference.
I don’t know, I just go with the flow, but thought I would touch base that you also got it so that we’re on the same wavelength. ”
I scratch the back of my head while I balance the phone. Meanwhile, Violet smirks at me while she reaches for the buckle on my jeans to mess with me.
“Yeah, I saw something come in but didn’t open it.” I attempt to shoo her away to no avail, and I do my best not to crack a laugh in front of Ford, but he must pick up on something, as his face changes to entertainment.
“I think I’m interrupting?” He smirks.
Violet’s face is pure mischief.
“No, it’s okay. I was just heading out, need to get my day moving.”
Her fingers curl into the waistband of my jeans, and I do my best to keep my face straight.
“I’ll let you go then, and just give me a call next time you’re in Lake Spark, we can grab a beer.”
“For sure.” My voice is strained.
The moment the call ends, Violet’s head falls back as she laughs. Immediately, I tickle her which only causes her laughter to grow. “Are you kidding me? With your brother on the other end?”
“Oopsies.” She flashes her eyes at me.
“What happened to a peaceful breakfast?” I ask.
She clings to the front of my shirt to yank me gently in her direction. “It went out the window the moment you joined me in the shower earlier.”
“No, it went out the window the moment I saw you last night in that dress,” I reply.
A lie. I’ve been thrown upside down since I pulled her name all those weeks ago.