I watch slightly terrified as Violet slumps onto oneof my barstools. "There's so much going on in my head..." she whispers, no longer making eye contact. "There are too many feelings..."
My feet start closing the distance. Her pain is calling to me, and I'm incapable of ignoring the sheer emotion pouring off of her in waves.
Then, fucking hell, she looks up at me, and every muscle in my body coils tight. "I'm sorry I ghosted you, Jamie."
Holy fuck.
My jaw is about to hit the floor, but a tear slips free from her beautiful gray/green eyes, and my trajectory shifts from shock right into kissing that tear away.
Control gone, I snatch Violet from the stool and crush her to my chest. "Violet," I croak, petting her head and breathing in the strawberry shampoo she uses. "Stop crying please. Fuck."
Her shoulders are trembling, and my shirt is damp where her face is buried. I swear my heart swells with the way she clings to me, but also breaks because she's not okay.
It's hard, but I push Violet back so I can look at her face. As soon as our eyes clash, a sob rips from her chest, and Isnap.
My right hand grabs her jaw and catches her tears as I slam my lips down on hers. It's not out of passionate need, but sheer desperation to make her stop hurting.
For once, Idon'twant to talk to her. I'm terrified that if I asked more questions, the more Violet would cry. It physically fucking hurts me to see her cry. It's avoidant as fuck, but I want to make my sweet girl feel better.With Violet's tears on my cheek and my left hand gripping her ass, I caress her tongue with mine.
I hate that I can't tell if her whimpers are because she's sad or because she's horny. Maybe both? Only one way to find out.
With a soft snarl, I back her into my living room and force her down onto the couch. My knees finally give out like they wanted to do as soon as I saw the anguish in her features.
"Jamie." She's trembling still, but her tears have stopped. "I?—"
With my eyes locked on her from my kneeling position, I peel her sweatpants off and trail my fingers back up her legs. Absentmindedly, I notice the prickliness of her legs, and pride blooms in my chest. An odd reaction to leg hair, but I'm fucking thrilled she came to menotdolled up and perfect for once. She's still perfect, maybe more, because this version isreal.
"Fuck." Her thong is pink cotton with little martini glasses printed on the fabric.
Violet's hands move to cover her panties, but I bat them away and glare at her. She shakes her head, and the red of her cheeks makes me grin. "They aren't?—"
"Shush. I fuckingloveyou like this."
Violet chokes, and I panic a little on the inside.Did I just say that?
"Ja—"
Laying a stinging slap on the inside of her thigh, I scold her. "Enough. Let me make you feel good."
It's a demand, and one Violet allows. Just to prove my point about her cute underwear, I leave them onand pull them to the side while I begin our night of total pleasure.
No talking. Not tonight. My heart can't take her tears. Unless they are caused by me finding her G-spot, orgasms, and edging.
I'll help her forget, then I'll hold her after. I'm not taking no for an answer tonight. She's staying.
Eleven
VIOLET
I've never wished for a tube of mascara so much in my life. Lacy thongs are uncomfortable as hell, but a pair sounds amazing right now. My cotton panties and sweatpants on the bathroom counter mock me.What was I thinking coming here like this?
I'm not my mom. Blue Bennett loves her clothes and makeup, but for me those things are just armor. Masks I can hide behind. I am not Mom. Not strong, not fearless, or epic.
How could I come here and show Jamie just how depressing I really am?
"Martini undies..." I sigh, and hang my head to splash some water on my face. My oldest, most comfy thong should not be anywhere near Jamie's apartment.
Yet, I let him eat me out with themon. Insert face palm.
