“I’m supposed to be staying with Charlotte,” I counter with a grin.
In a flash, he spins my body to press my front against the sink, and our eyes lock in the mirror before his hand lands at the base of my throat to keep me in place. He urges my body to bend forward as he yanks at my panties under my dress.
“You’re not staying with her. Nor are you going anywhere with her.”
“What if I want to watch or be watched. Can we go if I promise nobody can touch me but you?” I’m challenging him or maybe deep down a desire swirls and inches to the surface.
The feeling of his hard cock nudges my lower back. “Are you trying to test me?” he grits out. “Not funny.”
“Whatever will I do to occupy my Saturday night then?” I play coy.
The sound of his buckle weakens me in the knees. “Allow me to take you right here because fuck their idea of fun.”
Staring at us in the mirror, I appreciate the fact that both of our faces demonstrate a lustful need for each other.
His hands dig into my hips to position me better in an angle, with the tip of his cock sliding along my slit. “Shit, condom.”
“Pill,” I answer. Concern flickers in his face, and I remember what he once shared with me. “I take it religiously, you can check my purse.”
His face softens as he scoffs a sound. “Of everyone, I trust you the most.” His tone is full of reverence.
“And we know that we’re both safe, since…” We both look in the mirror and laugh. We had to prove our health check before the party, and we’ve only been with one another since.
“Watch in the mirror while I fuck you, Vi,” he demands.
The moment he pushes into me, I’m thankful for the sink as my support.
“Watch us,” he encourages. “We look good together.”
Yeah. Yeah, we do.
Everything inside of me shoots a warning flare, but equally, instinct tells me to hang on because just maybe this could be more.
15
DECLAN
What have I done?
That’s what comes to my mind when I stare down at Violet sleeping in my bed like she belongs here.
It slipped out of my mouth last night that we should keep seeing one another. I can’t even blame it on a cloud of lust; it’s what I want deep down. One night wasn’t enough, one week wasn’t enough, and whatever our timestamp will be from now on, I’m not sure that it will ever be enough.
Maybe I’m in the infatuation zone.
I gently trace my finger along her arm like a feather, careful not to wake her. I’m sure she could use the rest after what went down last night.
After the bathroom tryst, it was a quick change of plans. We had our fun in the bathroom, then quickly rushed out and said goodbye to our friends to move onto other plans. Our friends seemed to have been anticipating that, as they waited for us with smirks on their faces, although they seemed slightly disappointed that we wouldn’t be joining them.
In another time, I would have been disappointed too. But I simply hate the idea of anyone watching Violet. It’s a protective wave that just comes over me whenever she’s involved. It unnerves me, as I’m not used to that.
A soft smile spreads on my lips as she snuggles closer with the pillow. Deciding that she isn’t going to wake anytime soon, I throw on some shorts and a t-shirt then head to the kitchen to grab a coffee before I sit in my home office and flip open my laptop.
I might as well go through some work emails, because there are a lot. Between marketing, strategy, coaching staff, and a calendar that is getting filled with so many appointments, I’m getting drowned in the business.
My feet don’t even get to touch the ice for any of it. At least I was able to help at Ford’s summer camp, that gave me a few hours at the rink.
Pulling up the search bar, I type in my name to click on a few highlights of my old games. It’s not so bad watching your past life.
