His words aren’t sharp like Clive’s, not belittling. Coming from Shadow, my name—Violet James—somehow sounds sexy.
He’s given me a place to be safe from the storm, and now he’s giving me an out from something that might be even more dangerous than the hurricane. He’s giving me a chance to walk away. To stop whatever this is from happening while there is still time. It’s not too late. A kiss can be just that.
I think about Clive, my broken proposal. The heat of Shadow’s shoulder, the way he tucked me into his bed and slept on the couch like a gentleman. He doesn’t look the part, and God knows he could still be dangerous. But after what I’ve been through, the real fear I’ve experienced, I want to trust again and get lost in something so good that I can’t worry or think or wonder.
I don’t know where the words come from, and they sound silly coming from my lips, but I force myself to say them anyway. I want another life, a new start, and whether this is a dead end or a brand-new path, I’m pushing myself.
“I want you, Shadow. I want this.”
5
Shadow
Violet James is like no librarian I’ve ever met. After I’ve kissed her until she’s breathless and panting, I grab the front of that yellow sundress and free the tits I have been hard for since I first saw her wet and dripping at the Shady Lane Motel last night.
I shove the fabric down and don’t give a shit when it tears at the seam. When I see those rust-colored nipples, the tips thick and hard, just begging to be sucked, I nearly nut in my jeans.
But I take my time, sucking each peak between my lips, flicking the tips with my tongue, and squeezing the fullness of her exposed breasts until she’s writhing. I drag my mouth from her soft skin and rub my beard against her flesh, the rough hairs scratching her nipples until she’s moaning my name and pushing herself harder against me.
I kiss my way down her body, shoving the yellow dress up past her hips. She’s wearing the most ridiculous pair of plain white panties that I almost laugh. I haven’t seen anything but a thong in so long, I forgot women actually wear underwear that covers their asses. But somehow, on Violet, it fits.
I run my hands from her knees to the tops of her thighs, kneading the thickness that she barely hid under that flimsy dress. I lower my mouth and suckle her inner thighs, licking and nibbling her skin until the flesh is pink and rosy with heat. I want to bury myself inside her, lose myself in her soft sweetness. I think I’ve figured out the perfect way to ride out this storm—by riding Violet.
She’s gripping my hair and tugging, scratching and stroking my head while I work my way from her thighs to her pussy. Her panties are dark in the middle, where my good little librarian is drenched and ready. I tear the underwear off her and toss them to the floor, ravenous to taste every fucking inch of her.
She gasps a little when I expose her pussy, but I grunt before drawing in a breath.
“Fuck,” I whisper. “You’re pretty everywhere,” I tell her. And it’s true. I’ve fucked a lot of women, but Violet makes me want to take my time. To mark her perfect skin with my teeth, hands, lips. She’s trimmed down there but has enough hair to look like a woman.
She draws in a breath and tries to close her knees.
“No.” I stand back, using every ounce of my control to remove my hands and lips from her body. “Show me, Violet. Show yourself to me.”
Her eyes fly open, and she lifts her head from where it is resting on the windshield of the GTO. “Show you?” she echoes.
I cross my arms over my chest, my cock screaming for release. “Show me,” I say.
She swallows, her tits exposed over the pushed-down bodice of her dress. Her nipples are hard, and her chest is heaving with heavy, slow breaths. Her lips are parted, her eyes wide. She blinks languidly then lies back against the car and opens her legs. She’s spread open, and she reaches down and puts a hand to her cunt. With two fingers, she parts her pussy and drags some of the wetness to her clit. She gasps again when she touches herself, and I’m on her in a second.
“Mine,” I growl, grabbing her wrist and moving her hand away. “That’s my pussy, isn’t it, sweetheart?”
“It’s yours,” she agrees, her words a breathless whisper. “Shadow, I need…”
She’s silenced when I take my fingers, slide them into my mouth to wet them, and then slip two all the way inside her.
“Oh my God,” she moans, her knees dropping open. She wiggles her hips against the hood of the car to force my fingers deeper.
I press my left hand against the softness of her belly and work my fingers inside her, feeling every ridge and bump until I find the spots that are going to send her to the stars. I use my thumb to stroke her clit while I finger-fuck her, deep and slow, then fast and hard.
“Shadow,” she cries my name, groans, writhes against the car, but I don’t stop. Don’t slow down. I want to see Violet come apart for me.
From this angle, her long, dark hair is tangled over her tits, her chest rising and falling as her breaths come faster and faster.
“Come for me,” I demand, lowering my face to suck her clit. While my tongue works its magic, I let my fingers find that spot deep inside until, finally, I feel a flood of wetness soak my fingers.
“I’m gonna…” Violet can’t finish that sentence as her eyes slam shut. She’s working her hips hard against my hand, riding my fingers while I’m licking and sucking her. When she finally comes, she cries out so loud and so long, I can’t help but crack a smile, but I don’t dare move my mouth from her pussy.
She falls silent after a minute, and I slowly pull my soaked fingers from inside her. I dry my hand on my jeans and unzip, but Violet is sitting up, shaking her head. For a second, I worry that it was too much. That I was too rough. That she’s regretting everything she’s done since the moment she agreed to come back to the compound with me. But then, her tits proudly out, the yellow sundress dropping down to cover her swollen pussy, she locks eyes with me.
