Page 19 of Made for You

She looks at Violet, “He doesn’t feel hot. Has he been acting strange all day?”

“Nope. His usual big bad wolf self.” She grins up at me.

“What can I do for you baby sister?” I am exasperated with her already and I’m pretty sure she just got here.

“Oh, I’m looking for the books. I wanted to balance and see what we have left over for a refresh on the rest of the rooms.”

“They’re in my cabin. Kitchen table.” I toss her the four wheeler keys. Since she’s staying at the inn I know she’ll be back.

“Thanks. You, um...” She waves her hands between Violet and I. “Go back to what you were doing.” She turns and practically runs out the door.

It’s almost like I can hear her typing away to the group chat that I was smiling for once. I can’t wait for the amount of shit I’ll be getting from my brothers.

Pulling Violet back into me, I crash my lips back to hers once the door is closed. She melts into me, fitting with my body like a glove. Deepening the kiss, she grips the collar of my flannel to pull me closer to her.

"I've changed my mind," she murmurs into my lips. "I want you to eat me up like the big bad wolf."

Lifting her up, I place her on the counter and step between her legs. "Happily." Running my hands down her sides, I slip my hands into her pants. My hand slips down finding her clit.

"Liam." She moans as she grinds into my hand.

She throws her head back and I take advantage to cover her exposed neck in kisses, nipping at all the spots to find the one she likes best.

Her grinding becomes erratic and her legs wrap around me, gripping me tight.

"Use me, beautiful. Come on my hand." Circling her clit with my middle finger I pause only to add pressure long enough before I made another pass around,

"Shit. Shit. Shit." Her chants make my hard cock painfully press into my zipper.

I swallow her screams with a kiss, gulping down her orgasm I wish I was tasting on my tongue.

Resting her forehead against my chest, I slip my hand out and wrap my arms around her.

"I didn't see that coming." She giggles. "But I won't be sad if it happens again."

"You are staying at my inn. I think we could probably arrange that." I wink at her, giving her one last kiss on the cheek before stepping away.

“Since everything is done, do you want to come to Gran’s and help me get some supplies over here and then we can talk about your menu for the upcoming weekend? I’d be happy to cook breakfast, some sandwiches, and dinner for the guests if you want since I’ll already be here in the kitchen.” Violet finishes gathering up all the cleaning supplies and placing them on the massive stainless steel island in the middle of the kitchen.

“Sure thing. I wouldn’t want to make you carry all those heavy boxes in by yourself again.” I grab her box of cleaning supplies and head out to her SUV. “Can’t always be the big bad wolf.”

She takes her keys out of her pocket and presses a button that opens the back of her luxury vehicle.

I let out a low whistle, “This is some car you got.”

“Larry bought it.” She sneers as she answers me.

“Can’t say Margaret has had much to say about your stepdad over the years.” She’s had plenty to say actually. Just none of it is kind.

“I’m sure. She isn’t his biggest fan. He’s a big part of why Mom stopped letting me come to Balsam Cliffs. That firstsummer she made me stay in New York and join some stupid debutante class. Can you see me in the same room as a bunch of rich snobs in fancy dresses?”

I look down at her dust covered overalls, and the pink bandana folded into a headband with a large messy bun falling haphazardly down around her face. I can see her doing a lot of things, but a debutante isn’t one of them.

I never knew overalls were sexy until she reached into the back of the Land Rover, pushing the box of cleaning supplies further in, pulling tight across her plump ass.

I shake my head, taking a deep breath. I need to get these thoughts out of my mind if we’re going to be working together. Every day. All day. She’ll be here. Another deep breath.

“No, I can’t see that. At all. I bet you would find a nice hiding spot where no one would find you, and pull out your book.”

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