Chapter two
The Chase Family Home, Kensington
August 2008
Harrison
She’s backed against the wall as I lay a hand either side of her head.
I stare into deep brown eyes, almost the color of dark chocolate.
We haven’t connected yet—I’m in her space but not touching her.
Every step I take closer causes her breathing to quicken.
She disappeared upstairs while her brothers, our friends, and I played football out on the back lawn, enjoying the summer afternoon sun.
Excusing myself to go to the bathroom, I’d followed her, then slipped into her room.
I’d taken her by surprise. Now I’m caging her in, listening to the excitement build as her plump breasts rise and fall.
She looks like a baby fawn caught in a lion’s line of vision. In a way, she is.
“I know what you’ve done this summer, Violet,” I whisper darkly, dropping my lips to her ear. “And I approve.”
“What’s that?” she says, her voice husky. She strains to control her breathing and push the words past her lips.
“Grown up.” I snake one arm around her waist and pull her against me.
My erection is hard against her stomach.
Her eyes widen when she realizes what’s caused the sensation.
“When I left for university, you were a schoolgirl.”
My hand drops to her backside and I squeeze hard.
She yelps. “You’re not now. You’ve been cock-teasing me all fucking day.”
My focus never leaves her, and she gazes straight back with dazzling eyes and flushed cheeks.
“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about, Harry,” she replies demurely. “You have your wires crossed. I was simply having a lovely time with my friends before we all leave this week.”
“Is that why you dropped a tissue and bent over directly in front of me? That fucking bikini should come with a warning. I nearly combusted on the spot.”
She giggles. It’s the sweetest sound. I shouldn’t be here.
If her brothers, or worse, her father, caught me in her room, they’d dismember me.
But after four hours of drinking beer and watching Violet Chase strut around in next to nothing, sense isn’t on my side.
“Answer me,” I growl, grazing her neck with my teeth.
“Maybe I was teasing,” she concedes, then shrugs. “What are you going to do about it?”
“I’m going to satisfy my hunger.” Her eyes pop open in surprise, but her hands move to surround my neck.
“That’s what you want, isn’t it? Me inside you, making you crumble. You want to be fucked to hell and back before heading north to new beginnings.”
I remove her fingers from my hair, pinning them high above her head.
She bites her lip. “I won’t touch you until you tell me it’s what you want.”
What feels like an eternity passes before she speaks.
Internally, I’m praying for her to say yes.
I need this as much as she does. This is a craving that needs to be satisfied.
“I want it. Lock the door,” she replies, breathless and clearly aroused.
I release her, then go to secure the only entrance with the sliding bolt.
I remember her insisting on the lock being added when she turned sixteen to stop her brothers from entering her room.
As I slide the metal, a cheer erupts from outside.
She wanders over to the window to look down on the ongoing party.
“More people have arrived. They won’t miss us.”
Her bedroom looks as it did when she was a preteen, the days when her brothers and I would chase her around the house. She would lock herself away in here for hours to avoid our torment. I always loved making her squeal—she would smile in a way that made my heart beat faster. Every damn time.
The walls are covered in pink floral wallpaper.
A small white dressing table filled with bottles sits in the corner.
The single white iron bed is covered with pale pink sheets decorated with daisies.
Her collection of teddy bears sits on the pillow.
Violet turned eighteen a few weeks ago; she’s all woman to look at but younger edges still remain.
It’s endearing. Being two years older than her has meant I’ve seen her grow up.
All my weekends have been spent here with this amazing family since I was a teenager.
They supported me when my own mother couldn’t anymore.
I move to sit on the edge of the bed and hold my hands out.
She walks across to sit on my lap. I wrap my arms around her, and she places her palm on my cheek and leans in to kiss me.
Our lips connect, and my heart leaps from my chest in response.
At first, our kiss is slow and gentle, tentative even.
We’ve never kissed before; this is new territory for both of us.
As I slip the bikini strap from her shoulder, she stills.
“Do you want this?” I ask her. She doesn’t respond, and I move the strap back into position. I pull back from her, her embarrassed eyes dropping away from mine. “Violet,” I say quietly, “you don’t need to do this. We can go back downstairs. No one needs to know this happened.”
She stands, then walks around her room, twisting her fingers in front of her. As she turns back to face me, her fingers run slowly through her hair.
“I want to do this,” she tells me, her tone firm.
Her hands move to her back, unclipping the bikini top and letting it fall to the floor.
I watch, entranced by the vision in front of me.
Her nimble fingers unbutton the denim shorts she’s wearing.
She wiggles her hips, allowing the fabric to slide freely down her legs before stepping out of them.
The pink plastic flip-flops she had on were kicked off earlier.
She walks back to me, wearing only the black G-string bikini bottoms she tempted me with.
My hands move to her hips, pulling her toward me.
I’m at eye level with her breasts and take one of the sweet pink buds in my mouth, sucking gently.
She moans softly, and I increase the pressure.
The noise gets louder. “I like that sound,” I tell her.
She glances down, and I bite, hard. She yelps, throwing her head back.
Her dark hair glides down her spine finishing at her ass.
I grab a handful and pull softly, and her body flexes on my command. “You look good like this,” I say.
“Like what?” she asks, still looking at the ceiling.
“In my arms and at my mercy.” I wrap her hair around my wrist, using my other hand to pull her ass closer.
“Kneel on the bed. Straddle me.” She climbs up as she’s told.
“Lower yourself down. I want to feel that pretty pussy of yours. I want you to feel how ready I am for you.”
My dick hardens further, straining against the fabric of my boxers.
“I can’t see, Harry,” she whispers, breathless.
“You don’t need to. You only need to feel. Sit down on my cock and grind against me. Tease yourself. Tease me. Think about how it will feel when I remove those panties of yours and claim you. Because that is what is going to happen. I'm going to sink myself inside you, and not leave until I must.”
She rocks, moving in search of friction against my shorts.
Her rhythm quickens as she chases the buzz.
The delicate body I’ve lusted after is finally touching mine. It feels electric. Perfect.
“I bet your juices are flowing. Those bottoms of yours will be drenched. I’ll need to clean you up with my tongue.”
My fingers soften, allowing the silky strands to be free.
Her head falls forward, her gaze meeting mine.
She kisses me again, biting my bottom lip as her lips retreat.
I flip her over so she’s lying on her childhood bed gazing up at me.
“Spread your legs, I need to investigate my new favorite place. Ensure there’s enough lubrication for what I have planned for you, Vi. Do you know how many nights I’ve dreamed of this?”
“Dreamed of me?” she whispers back. “You think about me?”
“Always.”
My eyes run over her body as my fingers trail across her skin.
“How many men have had you?” I ask and she blinks, startled.
“How many have been here before me?” The number of sexual partners my previous conquests have had hasn’t crossed my mind before or during sex.
It was inconsequential. The relationships were purely physical.
No real feelings involved. We had a nice time, but forever was never in my mind.
However, Violet means something, even though I know we can never be together.
Her family will never allow it. This will be the one and only time we succumb to our desires.
The sole day that I touch her like I want to, the way I’ve yearned to all summer.
She is inexperienced, that much is obvious.
I’m coaching her as we go. And she follows every instruction to the letter—either she likes being told what to do or doesn’t know what to do.
The thought causes a sense of unease to flit through my mind.
“Why does it matter?” she questions, annoyance lacing the words.
“It doesn’t. I’m curious.”
“Not many. I have specific tastes,” she replies, then presses her lips together.
“Not many or none? And do enlighten me on your preferences,” I continue playfully. She swallows but doesn’t answer. “Violet, you have had sex?”
“Of course I have!” she snaps and scowls, annoyed. “Are you going to get on with it or not? I could boil the kettle quicker.” She huffs; it makes her look even more beautiful, all rosy cheeks and smooth skin waiting impatiently to be touched. Devoured.
I’ve had a crush on my best friend’s little sister since she developed tits.
There’s a picture of her in a bikini from earlier in the summer hidden in my underwear drawer.
I use it for my extracurricular activities.
Another fact her brothers, my friends, can never know.
Protective is an understatement when it comes to Violet—if a boy so much as looks in her direction, they’re warned off.
Physically. Poor Brandon Hershaw didn’t stand a chance last week; he and his bike ended up in the lake. I was happy to assist.
“Get on with it,” I repeat back to her. “What would it be? I assume you mean fucking you.”
I grin at her, and she rolls her eyes. “Are you getting impatient?”
My fingers stroke her stomach then slip under her panties.
One finger plays with her lips—she’s damp.
I slide it inside. She’s more than ready.
I pump slowly, pressing my thumb to her clit.
A gasp escapes through gritted teeth—she’s sensitive, bucking beneath my hand.
Her knees bend as her feet lift from the bed.
Encouraged, I add a second digit and increase my speed.