“Open your eyes for me, Violet. Look at how good we fit.”
He pushes deeper, my body accepting him, and I glance down where we’re joined, feeling so many emotions it’s hard to control them.
My eyes move back to Everett as he moves his hips, driving into me in slow, controlled thrusts.
Our eyes stay locked as he moves, the feeling of him inside me is too much. The building starts again, between the emotions and the intense friction, driving me back toward an orgasm.
My fingers dig into his back and then score down his sides. He groans, moving his hand between us, rubbing my clit as he keeps pumping his hips.
“Oh, oh, it’s coming again.”
“That’s it, Vi, feel it. Feel me fucking you, me touching you. You’re so fucking beautiful. Grip my cock and let me feel you come for me, baby.”
It keeps building, climbing, and Everett doesn’t relent. He grips my hips, adjusting the angle, and then I fall apart.
I cry out, my head thrashing side to side as my orgasm takes over.
Everett follows right after, collapsing on top of me, and there’s not a chance in hell that’s going to be the only time we do this.
fourteen
Everett
Istare out the window, watching the sky at the earliest parts of the morning, where night and day are at war and the dark blues are starting to lighten. I maybe slept an hour, but it’ll be worth every minute of exhaustion I feel.
I pull Violet closer before I kiss the top of her head. To have her again was everything and more.
Her arm is draped across my chest while the heat of her breath dances across my skin. Her scent, vanilla and cinnamon, fills me, warming me from the inside out.
In my thoughts, I had this belief that if we did this, I’d somehow have exorcised her from my head. That was a lie.
If anything, I just want her more now.
She stirs and then looks up at me. Her warm eyes widen, and then she blushes. “Good morning.”
I smile. “Good morning.”
“What time is it?” she asks.
“Just about five thirty.”
She lifts up onto her elbow. “Shit, didn’t you have to go to Killian’s farm?”
I pull her back down. “I’ll be fine. I’d rather stay like this a little longer.”
She nestles back in, her hand resting over my heart. “Okay.”
We lie like this, and I do my best not to think about how I’m going to spend the next year around her and not have her this way. “You were right,” I tell her.
“I was?”
“This bed really is comfortable.”
She grins. “It’s all the pillows.”
I laugh once. “Yes, that has to be it.”
What Violet doesn’t know is that I didn’t have this mattress lying around. I ordered it the day we painted her room after I remembered her saying she couldn’t sleep well on her old one. When I sat on the edge, it sagged more than I’ve ever seen a mattress sag before.
