Page 41 of Everlasting Love

“Mmm. Fucking delicious,” I tell her as she rubs against my mouth, trying to hurry me along but I want to take my time. “Keep still or I’ll stop.” I push her hips back against the timber siding and insert one digit, then a second into her tight hole. She’s so damn hot and wet that my fingers make a squelching sound, making my cock so hard it’s almost painful. “Fucking juicy,” I groan. Keeping my eyes locked on her, I watch closely, reading her body’s cues so I can make this good for her. I want her to remember this moment. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly as she writhes beneath my touch like she can’t get enough—so damn stunning.

“Shaaane, more!” She moans as I push in deep. “Harder, please.” Her tight, hot walls contract around my fingers, welcoming me and inviting me deeper. I hear the hook rattle as I push my fingers in and out of her snug hole with a steady rhythm, ensuring I pummel her pussy lips each time. I’m not being gentle and her sounds of pleasure fill the stillness of the night as I lead her toward her orgasm, ensuring I pay special attention to the front wall with each thrust. The scent of her arousal fills my lungs with each panting breath I take and if it weren’t so dark, I’m sure I’d be able to see the flush rising up herbody as she heats. I bet she looks magnificent when she comes. What I wouldn’t give to be able to see her clearly, but this is a one-time deal. A rock settles in my gut at the thought because if things were different … if I wasn’t so fucked up … this is where I’d live. On my knees, spending my days and nights worshiping this goddess.

“Mmmm,” I hum as I swirl my tongue around the bud peeking out at the top of her slit. Using tight, firm circles, I tease her, making her body shudder and her leg tremble on my shoulder as the heel of her shoe digs into my back, right over one of my surgical scars, and I wince. I relish the pain and use it to keep me grounded as Violet quivers beneath my tongue. I try to absorb everything about this experience so I can look back on this moment and remember the time I was privileged enough to touch her. To taste her.

“Oh, my God. Shaaaane!”

She whimpers as her walls tighten, and her clit pulses beneath my tongue. My cock begs for release—to feel her tighten and pulse around it. To feel her snug heat. I slow my strokes as she rides out her release on a sigh, her head dropping back against the timber siding. I bet she’d look fucking beautiful spread out on a blanket beneath the stars, breathing heavily, her tits quivering from her release.

Her body sags and I reluctantly remove her leg from my shoulder, carefully place her foot back on the deck, and take a few moments to smooth out her dress, prolonging my touch as long as possible while I work to get my body back under control which is going to take a mammoth effort. Climbing back to my feet, I take in Violet as best I can beneath the moonlight; sated from her orgasm, with heavy eyes and a half smile touching her lips. I’m certain if the moon was full, I’d be able to see the flush of her cheeks and a sheen of sweat glistening on her beautiful sun-kissed skin.

I dig my hands deep into my pockets to stop myself from reaching for her—from threading my fingers into her silky hair once again and pulling her still-swollen lips back to mine. To stop myself from kissing my way to her breasts and tracing every single inch of the beautiful pillows with my goddamn tongue. God knows I want to touch her every-fucking-where, but I can’t. I shouldn’t have let this go as far as it did but my control only stretches so far and she’s so damn tempting. Stepping back, I give myself the space I need to breathe without her addictive scent overwhelming my senses but it’s all over my face. I lick my lips, relishing the taste of the one woman I can’t have. That I don’t deserve.

Violet’s head snaps down, her eyes narrowed. “Where are you going?”

“Back to the party. I gave you what you needed.” I spin on my heel.

“Hey, how about releasing me?” she snaps.

Shit! She has me so discombobulated that I completely forgot I secured her hands to the hook above her head. I take the three steps back to her to release her, holding my breath to guard against her addictive scent, I untangle her panties and place the silky fabric in the palm of her small hand. Then drag the key to Toby and Cassia’s back gate out of my pocket and dangle it in front of her. “Here’s the key you need.” If I give it to her now, I can avoid her for the rest of the evening.

She takes it from me with shaky fingers and confusion all over her face and if I’m not mistaken … hurt. “Thanks,” she mumbles.

When I turn to leave, her hand snaps out and grips my arm. “What about you?” She points down at the tent in my trousers with her chin.

“What about me?” I shrug.

I can’t go there with her. Not with her. Anyone but her.

I shake off her hold and take long strides toward the side of Oliver and Kate’s massive home feeling like an asshole and a coward for leaving Violet standing in the dark. Once I’m out of sight, I watch her gather herself as she holds herself up against the side of the shed to pull her panties on and I can almost feel her pissed-off vibes from here. Watching her stalk her way back to the tent, I breathe easier when she makes it inside. I need to calm my cock down before I can return to my best friend’s wedding.

I can’t believe I just crossed the line.

Not just crossed it, Iobliteratedit.

I’m fucked!

Completely and utterly fucked because I know I’m going to want to do that again and I can’t.

16

SHANE

We arriveat John Wayne International Airport, and true to Peta’s usual form as Toby’s manager, we’re whisked through the back corridors so we can get through the airport with a minimum of fuss. Toby’s carrying Daisy while Cass holds Poppy’s hand, and I’m following behind pushing the cart with our luggage. I’m reasonably certain Cass has packed for a month-long vacation rather than for the week we’ll be spending in Disneyland for their honeymoon.

They quickly climb into the waiting car while I transfer our bags into the trunk, and then we’re on our way to the resort. Toby is never one to stay in fancy places when he tours but he’s gone all out for his girls for this honeymoon vacation. Toby said I didn’t need to come with them, that Peta could organize a local security company, but after my poor decision-making where Cass was concerned, I wasn’t prepared to let them out of my sight. You could say I have trust issues. My goal is to stay out of their way as much as possible so they can enjoy their family honeymoon. Working in the background is what I preferanyway, ensuring the spotlight remains where it should be … on Toby.

I open the door to the three-bedroom suite and Poppy runs inside with wide eyes and an even wider smile. She’s signing too fast for me to keep up with her but Cass and Toby are having no problem following Poppy’s excited conversation. I roll the luggage trolley inside and situate each suitcase in the correct room. Toby insisted that I stay in the suite with them, which made sense when he was single and on tour, but now it feels intrusive. As happy as I am for my best friend, watching him with his family is painful—a reminder of what I’ll never have.

When I step into the living area, Cass is making coffee. “Would you like one?”

“Sure. Thanks.”

She sets out an extra cup for me and drops a pod into the machine. “The girls want to head straight down to the park.” She chuckles. “They don’t want to waste a single second.”

“No point being at Disneyland and hanging out in the hotel.”

“Exactly.” She hands over my coffee. “I have to admit, I’m just as excited. I always wanted to come here when I was a kid. Violet and I used to wish for a trip to Disneyland every birthday.”

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