I chewed the inside of my lip while she spoke, unsure what the verdict would be.
“You want me?” I asked.
Violet wiped her tear away and smiled. “More than anyone. More than anything.”
I let out a mix between a laugh and a sob as my heart swelled, and Vi giggled along with me. “I want you too. Exactly as you are right now. Who you were yesterday. Who you’ll be tomorrow and all the days after. And I think maybe you should be mine, and I should be yours.”
She nodded, beaming. “I think you’re right.”
We sat like that, nose to nose and laughing like fools, until Violet delivered a tiny, soft kiss to the corner of my lips. She started to pull away, but I tightened my hands on her waist, still under the jersey. “Stay,” I whispered. “I need you close.”
Violet smiled into a kiss and warmth radiated from the center of my chest. I had her. Violet was mine again. I lostmyself in her, kissing and touching until she practically climbed out of my locker and into my lap where I knelt on the floor.
“Make me yours,” she breathed, chest heaving when she pushed back from me.
“Like the ice girl?”
She grinned. “If you want. But you’remyhockey captain. That other guy is just words on a piece of paper. I know whatever you want will be even better.”
“You’re sure?” I asked.
Vi bit her lip and nodded, then laughed when I growled and stood. I walked into the next room, which held a huge mirror where I could watch her take me and see my name on her back, my name that might one day be hers. “I’m going to hold you up,” I told her. “I’ll be able to see my name on your back in the mirror.”
She nodded. “Genius.”
I winked at her with a grin as I set her down for a moment. “Nah, that’s you, doc.”
Vi pulled at my belt, slid the tab, and unzipped me. I shoved my pants and underwear below my ass, and leaned against the wall with my hips jutting out. I pulled her to stand in front of me, but before I could lock her into my arms, she smirked. Both her hands stacked on my shaft, working up and down. Not letting her eyes leave mine, she tipped forward to spit on it, a move that made my eyes roll back. “Fuck, Violet.”
“That’s not what the brother’s best friend says in the book,” she teased.
My thumb and fingers pinched her jaw to pull her to me, a move that made her gasp and her pupils dilate. “You gonna fuck the brother’s best friend? Or are you gonna fuck the guy who spent the last decade waiting for you to come home?”
Vi tipped her head to consider that. “Hmm.”
“Careful,” I warned as she continued to work my shaft. “You were the one who said you wanted to get spanked.”
Her eyes danced. “Then why don’t you give me what I want?”
I stood straighter and pulled her tight to me, wrapping an arm around her mid-back while hers looped behind my head. My other hand dropped to the hem of the jersey and coasted over her bare ass. “You sure that’s what you want?” I lifted my hand with a sharp inhale and she flinched. “Yeah?”
Violet moaned and arched to put her ass more into my hand. “Colton, please.”
“Please what, baby?”
Her eyes were wild. “Spank me.”
If I were being more of a dick, I’d have made her say “please,” but this was a major moment for her. She wanted to be able to feel comfortable getting spanked, being at my mercy. It was a big deal that she was asking for what she wanted. I lifted the bottom of the jersey, taking in the sight of her ass filling my hand in the mirror.
I wound up and slapped her ass, hard, watching the reddened flesh rebound. Her cry made me smile—did that make me a sadist?—and I rubbed the sore spot.
“You want another?”
“Yes. Harder,” she gritted out.
My hand cracked across her flesh again, leaving a nice red mark that looked hot—way too hot.
“One more,” she cried. “Make it good.”
