Page 69 of Wallflower
“That feels incredible,” I pant through fast, heavy breaths. “You’re doing it just right. Keep doing it like that. Just—like—that. Ah…fuuuuuck!”
My orgasm hits me hard, my cock pulsing in her hand as cum shoots across my stomach and over her fingers in thick, sticky ropes. Every muscle in my body contracts with the intensity of my climax, but then I wrap my hand around Violet’s again, slowing the pace of her pumps into something smoother and slower to ease me out of it, coating her fingers and mine in my cum.
Finally, my orgasm ebbs away, and I release Violet’s hand. She holds me for a second longer before freeing my dick, and I slide my clean hand up her spine so I can wrap my fingers around the back of her neck.
“You did so good, Wallflower.” I pull her mouth to mine. “That was really fucking hot.”
“Yeah.” She glances at my stomach and then her fingers, both covered in my orgasm and a sweet, disbelieving chuckle tumbles from her lips. “It really was.”
“Did it make you wet?” I know it’s a question that’ll make her blush, which is why I ask it.
She rewards me with a downcast glance and red-hot heat burning all the way to her hairline. “Yes.”
“Good.” I swipe up a couple of discarded napkins and clean Violet’s hands before wiping up what I can from my stomach. “Give me a minute to tidy up while you get ready for bed. When I get back, I’m going to make you come, but tonight you’ll be wearing my jersey when I do it.” I lift her chin so she’s lookingat me. “I want you wearing my name while you moan it like a prayer. How does that sound?”
Fresh color floods her cheeks. “Really fucking hot.”
“Goddamn, Wallflower.” I kiss her again, my dick already rallying at the sound of the curse word on her tongue, then climb to my feet. I hike my pants up around my hips and hurry to the door before stopping and looking back. She’s a vision.
“Skip the panties and be ready in sixty seconds,” I command. “I can’t stay away longer than that.”
twenty-eight
Violet
DAY 26 AT SILVER LEAF... ONLY 60 TO GO
Two days later, Iwake up with Chord curled around my body and the morning sun streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling glass that makes up the entire east-facing wall of his bedroom.
I saybedroom, but it’s not like any bedroom I’ve ever seen. It’s more of a suite. His oak-framed king-size bed is dwarfed by the size of the room. Layered rugs top the clean white carpet that stretches into an adjoining sitting area with a television and fireplace. A personal study hides behind tall double doors to the right. A complete ensuite with a double shower and oversized bath is to the left. And the generous timber-decked balcony that stretches the length of the east side and overlooks the ranch has comfy outdoor sofas arranged around a fire pit. It’s stunning and indulgent but also warm and comfortable. It’s Chord.
Chord’s chest moves against my back, rising and falling with the deep, even breaths of sleep. His hard, heavy arm traps me against him in the best way possible, his hand cups my breasteven in sleep, and I smile as I think about where I am and who I’m with. I’m in Chord Davenport’s house. In his bed. In his arms. How is this my life?
I try to lay still because I never want this moment to end, but Chord must sense the change in my muscles because he nuzzles the back of my neck with the quiet moan of someone surfacing from sleep.
His pelvis shifts, and the hard length of his erection presses against my ass. My breath catches as I remember the feel of him in my hand, slipping through my fist while watching him unravel at my touch. I’ve never felt so powerful or in control—or so turned on.
“Good morning,” he mumbles against my hair, not bothering to hide the way he breathes in the scent of my shampoo. His arm tightens around my middle as he pulls me harder against him. “Sleep well?”
“So good. And you?”
“The best.” He drags the collar of the jersey I’m wearing to one side so he can line my shoulder with kisses. “And that means I’m ready for our date today.”
My heart leaps, and I spin to look at his face. “Our what?”
Chord grins. “Our date. Are you free?”
I smile wide enough to sprain a cheek. “I’m free.”
“Good.” He lightly spanks my butt, then throws back the covers. “We’ve got a lot of ground to cover, so let’s get started.”
“Where are we going?” I sit up and watch as he walks from the bed to the bathroom in nothing but his underwear. Not only do I get a good look at his million-dollar ass, but his hard-on is obvious through the dark cotton, so it’s hard not to stare.
“Eyes up, Wallflower,” he murmurs, smirking when my face floods with heat. He pauses on this side of the ensuite door. “I thought I’d take you on a tour of Aster Springs. We’ve spent nearly every minute this summer here on the ranch, but there’sa lot more to this place than the Silver Leaf grapevines. What do you think?”
“I think that sounds fantastic.”
“Good.” He flicks on the bathroom light. “Think you can be ready in half an hour?”
