Chapter 20 #2
I stand up and pull out her chair before placing a kiss on her cheek, watching her every step, with my mouth in a permanent stretched line.
“She’s a delight,” my mom says to break my attention.
I sit down again and look at my mom. “She is.”
“I can understand why you were out of sorts last night after you two had a disagreement. You look like a man captivated, and most of all, happy. Why would you let that go?”
I grab my glass of wine that I’ve been pacing myself to drink. “I don’t want to, but eventually, we’ll hit a wall where she wants more. There are a few things. I mean, her brother, I’ll be traveling for games, and most of all, she wants the whole family-and-marriage thing.”
My mother sits straighter in her chair as she makes an agreeing sound.
“The thing is, Declan, you don’t need to rush into things, but since you’re taking little steps, then maybe you’re curious.
You’ve never been remotely serious about a woman, but here I am meeting Violet.
That’s a step that you don’t seem to mind.
Sometimes the things we think we don’t want, we just haven’t looked at close enough… ”
“And the only way to get close is to take steps in that direction,” I reflect.
“Ah, so you were listening last night. I wasn’t sure if the scotch drowned out my voice or if you actually cherished my wise words.”
Setting my wine glass down, I admit that last night made me ponder. “I can’t believe I’m talking to you about her.” This is something I would never have anticipated.
My mom brings her hand over her heart. “Me neither. But sometimes someone enters our lives that strengthens other relationships. You are totally besotted by her, it’s so refreshing to see. Your eyes never leave her, and I’m not blind, I know you two are playing footsy under the table.”
“Stop it. Like, please, let’s talk about something else,” I plead but can’t stop grinning.
“Fine, but somewhere inside of you, you’re too curious, that’s why you’re not running away.”
I lick my lips, aware that’s what my mind is doing.
Violet returns to the table, and I pull out her chair. “You saved me,” I whisper.
“From what?” Violet murmurs.
“His mother. Now tell me, are you a fan of maple syrup?” Mom asks Violet.
Violet laughs. “Of course. I think I can ease him back onto the stuff.” Violet points her thumb to me.
“No, you can’t,” I interject.
She makes a sound of doubt. “I think I can. We’ve been trying a few meal ideas with syrup to see if we can bring back his taste for maple.”
“Such as what?” My mother appreciates Violet’s playful demeanor.
“Afternoon snacks.” She winks at me.
Great, now I can replay the maple-syrup fiasco in my hotel room from our weeks way back… freaking love it.
“You know, I’ve talked about you a lot this weekend, but now I realize that I don’t actually know when the spark between you two happened. What was the moment that started it all?” my mother innocently asks.
Violet and I look at one another and try to suppress our grins. We sure as hell can’t tell my mom about the type of party we were at.
“It was a party, actually,” Violet seriously states. What? For so many reasons, nobody can know how we started, it’s going with us to the grave. Violet notices my panic, but then a playful smile curls on her lips. “A murder mystery party, and he had the clue on a piece of paper.”
Smooth move.
“What was the clue?” My mother drinks from her water glass.
“‘The one you are after is closer than you think,’” I softly answer, while Violet’s eyes catch mine.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Mom.” I hug her goodbye as we stand from the table, since we just wrapped up dessert.
“You’re going back to your house? All you have is a mattress.” She’s puzzled.
I grin. “That’s all we need.”
Violet’s face turns cherry red, and she covers her face with her hand.
“Well, you two have fun then.” My mother gives me a humorous discerning look.
The two women of my life also hug goodbye, and I tell Violet that I’ll pull up my car so it’s a quick escape.
The moment Violet slides onto the front seat, she’s near bashful. I don’t think I’ve seen her this shy.
But at last, I can kiss her senseless, and I don’t hesitate and crash my mouth onto hers which she responds with a purring sound and her tongue asking for entrance. As much as I want to make out with her in the parking lot, we need to get home.
“Hi,” I greet her into our calmness.
“Hi,” she whispers.
I reach over for the seat belt and pull it across her body to ensure she’s secure in my car, because I may need to speed us back.
The click of the buckle warns me that I have to leave the warmth of her body that I touched in the process with my own, and it sends an array of emotions around me. I shiver and realize I’m in deep with her.
Straightening in my seat, I lean my head against the headrest but look to her. “We probably have a lot to talk about after this weekend.”
Her fingers interlace with mine on the middle console. “We do, but let’s get out of here.”
“Agreed.”
I hit the accelerator with vigor, and we’re off on the road around the lake. I’m aware that any wild animal may run across the road, but still, I take the initiative to drive one-handed and rest my other hand on Violet’s thigh to drag up the hem of her skirt.
“Declan, careful, or I may just drive you crazy.” Her voice tells me that she loves it.
“Be my guest.”
Her hand slides to the side and cups my cock through my pants, and now I’m aching to spring free.
With my eyes on the road, one hand on the steering wheel, I allow my fingers to slide into her panties where I feel her warm and aroused, which sends an eager wave of want through me.
“Have you been this way all night?” A sheepish grin forms on my mouth, but my eyes remain on the road.
“Yes,” she breathes and squeezes my firm length.
“Watch it, I’m the one driving. A hard-on has the same effect as driving under the influence.”
She laughs before she slides off her panties then parts her thighs open, inviting my hand back. “No, it doesn’t.”
My head bobs to the side. “There must be truth to it.”
“Fine, then I’ll tell my mouth to behave.” That seductive voice of hers can burn the whole world down.
“Great. Doesn’t mean I need to. Ride my fingers, Vi,” I demand, seeking more when my long finger gets coated in her need for me.
A moan escapes her lips, while she wiggles around my fingers. Her one hand never leaves my cock and the other wraps around my wrist for support.
“Don’t you want me to wait until we’re at your house?” she breathes but continues to guide my fingers.
“No, you will come many times tonight.”
“But I want my first orgasm tonight to be with you.”
I quickly glance her way to find her face flushed and her dress ruffled by her waist. Christ, I’m going to lose focus. She’s perfection, and it’s making my dick go near senseless. A fog of lust is taking over me.
“Well, aren’t you such a good girl,” I rasp.
The flashing of police lights appears in my rearview mirror, and then the sound of the siren goes once, indicating that we need to stop.
Shit.
“What did we do?” Violet sounds panicked.
My fingers sadly retreat out of her. “You’ve been a bad girl, and public indecency is calling your name,” I tease while I pull us over, reminding myself to stay calm.
To my surprise, Violet just laughs. “They’re probably just checking that I’m under the limit,” I assure Violet who tries to adjust her dress.
Lowering my window, I wait for the police officer to arrive.
When he arrives, I have to roll my lips in tightly because I’m trying not to sneer at this dude.
Of course, it’s Sheriff Wants-My-Violet Carter.