Stray strands of Jamie's hair tickle my temples as I pull him down until we're sharing a breath. I look him in the eye because that's the final move that will ensnare him.
You'd think after five and a half years of using this man for my pleasure, I'd be able to shut everything else off. Ignoring the extra twirl in my tummy and thump in my chest is almost impossible as our eyes meet.
I see too much in his crystal blue eyes, so I do what I do best; avoid. Smirking, I let out a breathy sigh and press my naked chest against him.
Then, like the horrible human I am, I use my final, most effective weapon in my arsenal. No, it's not mytoned, tanned body, or my long blonde hair. It's my mouth, but not the way you’d think.
No. It's manipulative, and maybe a little cruel. After five and a half years, I know how to bend Jamie Murphy to my will. And what he needs are words.
"Touch me, Jamie. Please." And finally... "I need you."
Four
JAMIE
Ican feel the heat of Violet's breasts through my T-shirt. Absentmindedly, I scold myself for removing my damn jacket. This woman is a temptress, and my lack of control around her pisses me off.
What also drives me to rage is how flawlessly she plays me. Violet knows how to get her way when it comes to me, and I allow it. I'm not blind to her tricks, but I also give in because it's easier. This way, I still have my slice of Violet. She doesn't give much beyond her body and screams of pleasure, but the extra bits I've seen are oh so sweet.
I'm aware of what caused this woman so much pain. What was shown on the news seven years ago is where I got my information, but there's so much more than articles and social media posts. Violet and her family went through something unspeakable, and the effects on V makes it hard for her to accept any form of kindness or care.
The guilt inside her is robbing us of our potential. I'm almost at my wit’s end. Not with Violet. Never with Violet.
I'm just about done with watching her run from me. Even as she strutted her sexy ass toward me, she was still running. Always running from any kind of conversation.
Violet thinks she's a pro at keeping shit casual, butcasualended four and a half fucking years ago. Who knows what she thinks is going on here, but nobody has a fuck buddy for this long. At least none that I've heard of.
Unfortunately, she's deluded herself into thinking her hot pussy is all I'll ever get from her. I see it in her reluctance to leave my arms every time we spend a few hours together.
There's a lingering look of tenderness every time she looks back at me through the window as I walk her out. She's stopped trying to convince me she doesn't need me to walk her out—that's just another indicator that not all is as it seems.
Violet is not a fucking booty call.
She's everything. Even when I'm annoyed with her for not allowing me to speak and for tempting me with her words.
"Touch me, Jamie. Please. I need you."
Only Violet Bennett can bring me to my knees. Nobody, and I meannobody, plays me the way she does. They aren't allowed to. I'm a dominant man, and I get what I want.
I want Violet's heart, and fucking hell IknowI haveit. She may not know it yet, but she's mine. I haven't touched another woman in four and a half years, and I'm pretty damn certain I've been her only partner too.
As willing as Violet is with me, she doesn't sleep around. I know what she's up to. Keeping tabs on her and ensuring her safety is my number one priority.
I'm a fucking tattoo artist in downtown Detroit. I knowmanypeople. Sketchy and legit. Hell, I ink half the MC population around here. Violet has plenty of people looking out for her.
It just so happens that they're always willing to report their observations at my request.
"Please," Violet begs again, blinking up at me with her sparkling eyes that say more than I think she realizes.
A sound similar to a growl rumbles up my throat and propels me forward in a fierce, possessive kiss that makes my sweet girl gasp. Violet's used to me dominating her and fucking her senseless, but tonight shit's going to change.
By the time I'm done with her, she won't be able to take one goddamn step toward the door before dawn.
With the power of all the angst between us, I grab her thighs and pick her up. Her legs wrap around my hips, and she immediately moans when her hot cunt presses against my cock.
Both of my hands are on her bare ass as I stride for the island. The bedroom is too fucking far, and if Violet really haszeropatience to listen to me talk, then I won't make her wait.
A chuckle slips from my lips when she squeals at thechill of the marble on her cheeks. With the taste of lemon on my tongue, I pull away to look down at the woman panting beneath me.
