“Don’t trust him, Violet!” Sebastian shouts with a mouthful of cookie, crumbs flying out of his mouth. “He’s a traitor.”
“Ignore him,” I tell Violet, giving Seb my middle finger when his mom shakes her head and leaves the room. I think she likes having a full house again, Sebastian and me screwing around like we used to all the time as kids.
I grab Violet’s hand from my perch on the couch and steer her toward me. Sebastian grumbles and leaves the living room, too. Situating her between my legs, I gently pull her down on my lap and kiss her.
“Colson,” she says in warning, holding up half her weight. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not,” I murmur, sprinkling kisses down the side of her neck and under her chin. “You’re perfect right where you are.”
“Where am I supposed to put my hands? Your collarbone isn’t healed yet.”
“It practically is,” I muse, running my tongue over the sweet spot behind her ear she melts over.
“It’s not. Oh, God,” she moans, my dick twitching from the breathy little moan she lets out. “Why are you doing this to me?”
This.
She means torturing her with my mouth. The same thing she’s done to me since she kissed me that first time in my hospital room.
“What’s the matter, Violet?” I rumble, willing her to tell me just how badly she wants me.
She pulls on my ear, but only because she’s afraid she’ll hurt me if she slaps my chest. I rear back, grinning up at her like a damn fool. Because I am one. I am completely smitten with this girl. Head over heels in love with her.
“You’re doing it on purpose. Trying to get me turned on in your aunt’s house. What is wrong with you?” she asks, a playful undertone in her words.
“A lot is wrong with me,” I comment. “But lucky for us, I know exactly what’ll fix it.”
She runs her hand down my neck and toys with the neckline of my T-shirt. My arm is still in a sling, so I use my other hand to grip her hip and drag her center over exactly where I need her.
Her eyes turn heady and her pretty lips part. “Well,” she lets out. “Are you going to tell me?”
I knead her waist. “Patience is a virtue, Vi.”
“Colson.”
“I was going to say…” I pause, drawing it out. “That my cure would be you on your knees, those gorgeous brown eyes looking up at me while you give me those lovely lips.”
She tilts her head to the side. I take it as an opportunity to lick my way up her throat. We haven’t gotten physical outside of her grinding on me once or twice since we made up. Every time I convince her to sit on my lap, she stays for all of a minute before she’s up, too afraid she’ll hurt me.
Yesterday, we made out for an hour and a half until my blue balls couldn’t take it anymore. She helped me into my wheelchair, and I rolled into the bathroom so I could finish myself off. It took all of two minutes.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she muses in that flirty tone of hers.
“No, baby. I’d fuckingloveit. I fucking loveyou.”
She smiles against my lips when she comes in close to kiss me. My chest soars with the promise of a lifetime with her. I wouldn’t mind that. Spending the rest of my days with my heart in a similar shaped box, hers for safekeeping.
“It never gets old hearing you tell me that,” she whispers, running her tongue along the seam of my lips before flicking it against mine.
A fiery pressure builds in my groin.
I pull away. “You have me rock hard.”
She swivels her hips over me. “I know. I can feel you.”
“Ah, fuck, baby,” I groan, imaging what it’ll be like when I finally get inside of her.
She brings her mouth close to my ear, and my stomach rolls with the anticipation of what she’s going to say. I hope it’s something dirty. I hope she’s gearing up to tell me how goddamn drenched her pussy is or maybe that she can’t wait to be on all fours taking me.
