38. Reid
38
Reid
I smoothed my hands over the globes of Violet’s ass. Goosebumps broke out on her smooth skin. A shiver ran through her body as she collapsed onto the bed.
Her reactions to me had my dick hard as stone. I couldn’t help it. She came so sweetly. Her ass gripping my fingers, begging for more. For my cock.
I could picture it. See her tight ass swallowing my cock. Hear her screams.
Soon. I’d show her how good it could be.
I leaned over, opening the bedside table. The drawer was stocked with condoms, lube, handcuffs and more; all the things you’d need for a fun encounter. I grabbed the wipes.
Violet didn’t make a sound as I swiped them along her skin, cleaning the cum from her thighs and ass. A possessiveness washed over me, telling me I should’ve left it there. Let her walk out of the club smelling like sex. Like us.
But that wasn’t what was best for her. So I made her clean again. Wiped away any sign of us.
Connor dropped her clothes on the bed and her heels next to me. Carefully, I slid her panties up her thighs, smirking when I had to lift her to get them all the way on. I maneuvered her into a sitting position to pull her dress over her head.
Her bra ended up in the pocket of my suit. It was too much work to put it on. Her tits were perky enough no one would notice. I’d end anyone who dared to look.
Her nipples poked through the thin fabric. A sated, tired expression graced her features. Her hair tumbled down, brushing along her delicate shoulders.
Kneeling in front of her, I slipped a shoe onto each foot. She blinked down like she wasn’t seeing me. I smiled as I pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee. I needed another taste of her.
My hands moved on their own. Over her hips and waist until I was grasping her cheeks. I tucked the wisps of hair behind her ear. My thumbs smoothed over her creamy skin. Her lips were bright red against her fair complexion. They called to the darkness inside.
Violet melted into me as I kissed her. It was languid. Adoring. It wasn’t leading anywhere; I just wanted to feel her.
I couldn’t stop myself from touching her. Kissing her. It was too good to end. Even when I knew loving touch was always followed by pain.
For the first time, it felt worth the risk
Her dark lashes framed dazed green eyes. My thumbs skimmed her features. “Connor and Maverick are going to take you home.”
She turned into my palm like she didn’t want me to let go. My heart raced. “What about you?”
She raised her hand as if to reach for me, but I moved down her shoulders until I grasped her wrist. I held her in place gently. Her eyebrows furrowed for a moment before she relaxed into me again.
I brought her hands to my face, kissing each pulse point. “I have some work to do.”
She nodded as she stood. Maverick was right there, pulling her to his side. She wrapped an arm around his waist, sighing happily as she leaned against him. My chest ached.
I wanted to do that. Have her hold me, but I couldn’t. My teeth clicked together, biting down on my remorse. But I was happy he could give that to her.
“Let’s get some food, belladonna?” He kissed her hair. “Or we could just eat you again.”
“You are fucking delicious.” Connor came to her other side, grabbing her hand and interlocking their fingers.
Her head tipped back in laughter. The sound was light and twinkling. I loved hearing it from her. Loved even more that we made her this way.
It was wrong. I shouldn’t feel like this for her. It was sex. She needed to leave eventually.
But I wanted her to go happy. To know that we’d cared for her. Kept her safe.
“No.” She turned and those brilliant green eyes found me again. My chest tightened when I had her attention. “You’ve had enough tonight. It’s straight to bed.”
Her mouth quirked. “Yes, sir.”
“Violet.” Her name was a warning as I closed the distance between us. I gripped her chin even as she tilted her head back in defiance. “Don’t be a brat or I’ll take you over my knee right now.”
Her eyes turned molten. Her lips parted; a gasp ghosting over my skin. I relished her response. Leaning forward, I pressed our mouths together. I needed a taste. One more kiss.
Another.
Another.
Fuck.
When would it be enough?
In that moment, I realized there wouldn’t be. And I finally gave in to what my brothers already knew.
She was ours.
* * *
Hours later, after I’d shut the club down for the night and driven home, I found myself at the foot of a different bed. But I was staring down at the same girl.
Her dark hair was damp, strewn across her pillow. Her pale complexion glowed in the moonlight filtering through the curtains. Her chest rose with each steady breath.
I could smell the soap lingering on her skin. It comforted me to know Mav and Connor had taken care of her like she’d deserved. That should satisfy me and I could go back to my room.
But I didn’t.
I was silent as I picked up a chair and moved it to the end of the bed. My gaze never left her as I sank into it. I didn’t need to be here. She was safe. From the outside and her nightmares.
Connor laid beside her, their faces inches apart. Maverick was behind her; a thick arm over her stomach, his head buried into her neck.
She was safe.
I repeated it, hoping the knowledge would make me move. But I was still. I wasn’t sure how long I watched her sleep, wishing I could be the one next to her.