She makes a sound of doubt. “I think I can. We’ve been trying a few meal ideas with syrup to see if we can bring back his taste for maple.”
“Such as what?” My mother appreciates Violet’s playful demeanor.
“Afternoon snacks.” She winks at me.
Great, now I can replay the maple-syrup fiasco in my hotel room from our weeks way back… freaking love it.
“You know, I’ve talked about you a lot this weekend, but now I realize that I don’t actually know when the spark between you two happened. What was the moment that started it all?” my mother innocently asks.
Violet and I look at one another and try to suppress our grins. We sure as hell can’t tell my mom about the type of party we were at.
“It was a party, actually,” Violet seriously states. What? For so many reasons, nobody can know how we started, it’s going with us to the grave. Violet notices my panic, but then a playful smile curls on her lips. “A murder mystery party, and he had the clue on a piece of paper.”
Smooth move.
“What was the clue?” My mother drinks from her water glass.
“‘The one you are after is closer than you think,’” I softly answer, while Violet’s eyes catch mine.
* * *
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Mom.”I hug her goodbye as we stand from the table, since we just wrapped up dessert.
“You’re going back to your house? All you have is a mattress.” She’s puzzled.
I grin. “That’s all we need.”
Violet’s face turns cherry red, and she covers her face with her hand.
“Well, you two have fun then.” My mother gives me a humorous discerning look.
The two women of my life also hug goodbye, and I tell Violet that I’ll pull up my car so it’s a quick escape.
The moment Violet slides onto the front seat, she’s near bashful. I don’t think I’ve seen her this shy.
But at last, I can kiss her senseless, and I don’t hesitate and crash my mouth onto hers which she responds with a purring sound and her tongue asking for entrance. As much as I want to make out with her in the parking lot, we need to get home.
“Hi,” I greet her into our calmness.
“Hi,” she whispers.
I reach over for the seat belt and pull it across her body to ensure she’s secure in my car, because I may need to speed us back.
The click of the buckle warns me that I have to leave the warmth of her body that I touched in the process with my own, and it sends an array of emotions around me. I shiver and realize I’m in deep with her.
Straightening in my seat, I lean my head against the headrest but look to her. “We probably have a lot to talk about after this weekend.”
Her fingers interlace with mine on the middle console. “We do, but let’s get out of here.”
“Agreed.”
I hit the accelerator with vigor, and we’re off on the road around the lake. I’m aware that any wild animal may run across the road, but still, I take the initiative to drive one-handed and rest my other hand on Violet’s thigh to drag up the hem of her skirt.
“Declan, careful, or I may just drive you crazy.” Her voice tells me that she loves it.
“Be my guest.”
Her hand slides to the side and cups my cock through my pants, and now I’m aching to spring free.
