“Fuck, you’re so fucking good.”
“I need this. Need you. Please.” Her lids are heavy and she’s looking at me like I’m the only thing she can see.
It’s all the encouragement I need to take her hard against the wall with the sound of my skin on hers and her little gasps and moans as I fuck her. Her fingers thread through my hair, massaging my scalp and pulling on the ends when I go deeper. She’s so wet and warm, so hungry for it with every little noise she makes that it’s taking all my focus not to come immediately.
“I’m already close, Ben. Fuck. Just a little more. A little harder,” she begs, and I fuck her hard into the wall, half worried and half pleased at the idea that she might have a few bruises on her ass from the way my fingers are digging into her.
“Yes, fuck. Fuck,” she curses.
The way her back arches, the way she whimpers for me as I take her, all while knowing she etched my number into her skin; it feels like I could fall for her all over again, maybe even harder the second time around.
“Come for me and let them know you’re mine.”
And true to her word she fucking screams my name as she comes, her tight pussy bearing down on my cock and making me come hard inside her until I see pure fucking black as I ride out the last of it.
The door suddenly pops open and my head swivels, seeing Colt standing there wide-eyed as I glare at him.
“Fuck!Sorry. Sorry!” He covers his eyes with his hands and stumbles backward.
“I told you they’re fine. She’s just getting railed. But no, you couldn’t listen to me…” I hear Joss’s voice trail off as the door shuts again.
Violet’s body is shaking, still pinned against the wall, and I turn my head back to her, and she’s laughing so hard she’s crying. I slide out of her, and release my grip on her slowly, letting her feet touch the floor and she doubles over as I go to pull my pants up.
“That’s the second fucking time he’s gotten to see more of you than I would ever fucking want,” I curse.
“Well, you got your wish. Pretty sure everyone heard.”
“And you’re fine?” I ask, doubt coloring the high of having her again.
“Are you kidding?” she says, as she cleans up and puts her clothes back on. “I hope your little blonde heard and eats her heart out.”
“You’re kind of vicious.” I grin as I watch her slide her pants back up over her thighs and notice the red marks from my hands.
“When it comes to your fangirls, yeah. They can look all they want, but they don’t get to touch anymore. You’re mine now.” She pokes me in the chest.
I pull her close to me again, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before I take her in again. She’s too fucking beautiful for words, and I don’t know if there are even the right words to explain what it means to finally have the person I’ve wanted, loved, wished for, for so damn long.
“Youaremine, right?” She looks up at me, wide-eyed like there’s a chance I would say no.
“Always have been, you just didn’t know it yet.”
Her lips twist into a grin. “I love you.”
And I kiss her again, because I cannot get enough of her.
EPILOGUE
Violet
We’re sittingin one of the media rooms at Highland, gathered around Ben as the NFL draft plays out on the big screen on the wall on the far side of the room. His mom and Nora sit on one side of him, and I sit on the other.
He’s too distracted to watch the current draft pick, his knee bouncing up and down under the table as he spins his phone around again in his hand. He’s waiting on the big call. The important one that tells him where he’s going after college.
I am an absolute basket case of emotions. So damn proud of him, so worried for him because of how stressed he is, and so thrilled that he’s finally getting the reward for everything he worked so hard for. A small, deep-down part of me is also sad, because I will miss him so much when he’s gone.
We’ve already talked about how we’ll make it work. Wherever he goes we’ll video chat and text. During the season I’ll fly out to see him and his games as often as I can, and during the off season he’ll come stay with me here in Denver while I work to finish my PhD. I have another year at least, and then I can finish my dissertation off campus if I need to, or at the very least part time.
I glance down as his phone lights up, his face a war of emotions all at once as he answers it. He nods over and over again. A series of “yes sirs”, and “mmhmms”, and “will dos”. Mama Beth starts to cry, and Nora grabs her hand, tightly lacing it with her own as they listen. I run a hand over his back briefly, before he stands, pacing back and forth.
