“You can hate me, Violet,” he growls, “while you’re screaming my fucking name.”
A needy whimper slips from my lips as his hand curves around my throat, tilting my head back until his mouth grazes my cheek.
“Say it,” he snarls, voice wicked against my skin. “Tell me what you need — or I’ll keep you right here, wet and aching.”
I’m shaking now, thighs trembling from holding back everything building inside me.
“I need you to fuck me,” I whisper, the words hoarse and trembling. “Please.”
“Good girl.”
Water slaps softly against the edge of the pool as he drives into me, giving me exactly what I need, the sweet friction lighting me up from the inside out. His hips roll smooth and deep, savoring each thrust before urgency takes over. He fucks me harder, faster until his balls slap my ass with every pump. His abs graze the base of my spine, his carnal grunts hot against my ear.
“Can you feel it, Violet?” he pants. “What you fucking do to me? Can you feel how hard I am for you?”
“Yes,” I moan, losing myself in every jerk of his body as though he can’t get deep enough.
“It doesn’t matter how many times we fuck, Violet,” he groans, thrusting with brutal need, “it’ll never be enough.”
His muscles flex against me as he slams into me again and again, the water spraying against our heated skin. His fingersfind my ass again, teasing the tight hole until I’m tingling all over. A deep, raspy moan tears through me, and I splinter, coming hard, my cries muffled by the sound of the pool splashing around us. He’s right there with me, slamming into me once, twice, before he comes with a sharp hiss, pulsing inside me as he wraps his arms tight around my waist.
We stay like that for a moment, tangled and breathless, the air thick with steam and chlorine and something that feels dangerously close to real.
His lips caress my shoulders and neck, his thumb rolling my clit, drawing out the aftershocks until I’m crying out all over again, a shock of heat flooding me. As the haze lifts, he spins me around, feathering a soft, lingering kiss against my lips, just as the distant hum of a low-flying aircraft cuts through the night sky. My gaze flicks upward before snapping back to him with a smile.
“I knew it,” I say as we both collapse into a deep belly laugh.
“Yeah,” he says, his broad grin infectious. “The lengths people go to see some action.”
I yelp as he lunges, sweeping me into his arms and wrapping my legs around his waist. “Come on, Violet,” he murmurs, carrying me out of the pool like he has no intention of ever letting me go. “Shower time.” He smirks as he walks through the glass doors back through the house towards the sweeping staircase. “And then we can order food.”
“Fried chicken?” I arch a brow hopefully.
He answers with a kiss. “Anything you want.”
You foreverdrifts through my mind unbidden, but I shove it aside—because for now, fried chicken will have to do.
Chapter twenty-four
Chase
“You’re looking sharp today,” Clarke, my trainer, puffs out, tapping his mitts together as he shifts into position, feet light and ready.
“More like you’re getting old,” I fire back, snapping a jab-cross-hook combo that forces him to angle toward the ropes.
He grunts but recovers fast, pivoting out to reset. I let him—just for a second—before driving forward again. My fists connect with precision, each strike landing clean. It’s one of those days. My body moves on instinct, every punch flowing into the next, my focus razor-sharp.
He adjusts his stance, but I’m already there—faster, stronger, and completely in control.
The truth is, I’m happier than I’ve been in years. Before, all my passion was directed to my work goals. Being the best. Staying on top. That fire still hasn’t gone out, but recently, it’s my personal life where I’m really winning. Since Violet stayed at my house a little under three weeks ago, it’s like I’ve finally beenable to smash through her walls. I can tell she’s falling just as hard as I am. I thought that would frighten me; on the contrary, it’s nothing short of thrilling. And being the selfish son of a bitch I am, I want all of her.
Clarke absorbs one final hook to the pad before dropping his arms with a huff. “Time’s up.” His mouth curves in a half-smile as he shakes out his shoulders. He looks done for the day while I’m just getting started.
“Same time tomorrow?” I say, grabbing a towel.
“Yeah, can you give me some of whatever you’re on before you wear me out completely?”
I bark out a laugh as I head to the shower, keen to throw off my sweaty gear and get my day started. As I massage shower gel into my taut muscles, I groan as I picture Violet back at my apartment, in my bed, her hair spilled out over the silk pillows, just waking up. Most days, I peel my skin off hers to come in early to train while she sleeps for longer. Usually, we stay at hers because of Gracie, but last night, I took full advantage of the extra space and the absence of thin walls.But I guess the thing that’s surprised me most is how much I enjoy spending time with her. Just simple things, cooking together, walks at the park, Gracie’s soccer games, movies, like a best friend who I have the best sex of my life with.
