"You are being a leader," he assured me. "Vi, Billy's not right. He will never be right. His moral compass is you, because he doesn't have one of his own. You run the rainbow, so you have control of him. He's like a rabid dog - which means he won't make the best decisions. You do. You always have, even when it's hard."
"I feel like I'm going to ruin everything before it can even get started," I breathed.
Cy just slicked my hair back, not caring about the conditioner covering it. "That's just insecurity," he said. "It's also a lie, because you are doing everything right. You, Violet Dawson, are the thing Gran was most proud of. Not us. Not this place. Not even the life she made here with Bea. It was always you, because she knew she made an amazing woman when she raised you to be so strong, so independent, and so fucking smart about things. Not because you're beautiful, either. It's because you really are amazing, and you will be just as amazing when you are the old lady teaching kids that someone can love them."
I nodded. "We just have to get the place open first."
He leaned in and kissed me again, just a soft brush of his lips over mine. "And to do that, I get to make sure everyone in this town knows I'm sleeping with you. Every woman in town will know that you have three men groping each other for your pleasure."
I pulled my face away and laughed at that. "Pretty sure we all know that's not how it really works." And then I turned to the water to rinse my hair clean.
Cy just grabbed my hand and guided it to his dick, making me aware that he was definitely not soft. "Maybe I like the idea of you watching me choke back that cowboy's dick. Maybe I want to fuck Ash while he goes down on you. Maybe, Violet, we like groping each other for your pleasure."
I wrapped my fingers around him and stroked his length just once. "Yeah? How about you show me?"
Cy reached over and turned off the water, opened the shower door, and then gestured for me to step out. "Unless you want me to throw you into your bed wet - and the wrong kind - I suggest you find a towel."
Chapter Twenty-One
Igrabbed a towel and started drying off, but Cy just turned me towards my room and kept me walking. I managed to get most of the water from my body, and then wiped at my hair, but that was it. He stole the towel from my hands, tossed it towards the wall, and steered me towards the bed. His arms wrapped around my waist, his hands caressing the skin of my stomach, and his mouth found the side of my neck.
"How do you want me to fuck you?" he asked, his voice deeper, like velvet against my skin.
I felt my pulse pick up a bit and tried to look back at him, but he was too close to see. "Honestly, Cy. That's always the way I like it. I want you to just love me."
"Mm," he rumbled, sounding like he approved. "Because I have every intention of seeing just how bad I really am with a pussy."
Then he nudged me toward the bed. I crawled onto it, turning around to see him standing at the edge, watching. His eyes were locked on my ass, his dick was hard, and his body still had water dripping down it. When I'd scooted halfway across, he reached out to grab my ankle, stopping me. The look in his eyes wasn't kind and sweet like usual. Cy looked like he wanted to devour me - and I was more than willing to let him.
"You," he breathed as he pulled my leg to the side, spreading me open, "are so tiny. So delicate." Then he bent to kiss the inside of my calf, crawling closer even as his mouth made its way higher. "I'm always worried that I'm going to break you." He kissed the spot inside my thigh and glanced up. "Even though I know better."
"Oh, I promise I won't break," I assured him.
"Again," he corrected. "You won't ever break again, Violet. I won't let you."
And then his mouth moved a little higher. I could feel the heat of his breath on my pussy a moment before his tongue flicked across my folds. My breath caught, but I had to lift up to see him. Braced on my elbows, I watched as he bent a leg under himself and pushed in just a little more so his mouth could have full access. Cy licked at me again, this time pushing his tongue between my folds, parting them, and seeking out my clit.
I moaned when he found it, doing my part to help out. "Feel free to explore, baby," I whispered. "I promise I'm not going to care at all if you want to look at what you eat."
He chuckled once, but decided I had a great idea. Using both hands, he spread me open. One of his thumbs slid across my most sensitive parts, toying with me, looking for a response. When he hit that little knot of nerves, my legs tensed on their own, making it clear exactly what I liked, so he made a circle over it.
The first pass was careful, nothing more than a light touch. His eyes flicked up to mine, and he added just a little more pressure while watching me. When he got it just right, I couldn't help myself. I melted into the contact, feeling my eyes slip closed for a moment. Then he flicked at my clit.
I sucked in a breath and opened my eyes again. There was something so sexy about a man focused on his task. Cy looked at my pussy like it was the most magnificent thing he could imagine, even while he played with it. As his thumb flicked across me faster and faster, the rest of his fingers of that hand held me open, spread so he could enjoy the view. His other hand moved lower.
I expected him to push his fingers inside me, but I'd told him he could play. Cy used the thumb of his other hand, but he didn't thrust. No, he pushed that thick digit inside me and then pressed up, adding more pressure to my clit from the underside. Only then did he lean in to add his mouth.
When his mouth sucked at my clit, the fingers that had been teasing me a moment before slid into my body slowly. Combined with his thumb, it made me feel so full, so sensitive, and I liked it more than I had expected. Then he began to pump his hand into my body, sucking in time with the thrusts of his fingers.
My legs curled around his shoulders, my head fell back, and I stopped caring about watching. Holy shit, that was amazing! I wanted to groan but fought the urge, aware that we still had a child in the house. All I had to do was stay quiet, but I wasn't sure that would be possible. Cy had finally stopped being careful with me.
Then he licked, using the flat of his tongue to add a little more pressure. I bucked into it, silently begging for more, and he gave it with his hand. That thumb inside me rocked across my upper wall. His fingers dove deep inside my body, and everything worked together. I was panting, needing him just a bit closer, so I dropped onto my back and grabbed at his head with both hands.
"Just like that, Cy," I breathed. "God, I'm gonna cum so hard."
So he kept going, moving a little faster but changing nothing else. I felt like something was swelling inside me. Every inch of my body was tingling, the nerves feeling like they couldn't handle all the sensation he was giving me. My chest heaved as I sucked in gulps of air as I struggled to stay quiet and just take what he was doing.
And then my climax hit. I groaned, the sound deep in my throat. My fingers dove into his hair, tangling to hold him against me, and my hips rocked against his face. I came hard, taking every last bit that he had to offer without shame. He didn't stop, pumping me a little harder to drag out the pleasure until I could take no more.
