Page 42 of A Touch Enchanted

Chapter fourteen

Donovan

VioletandIleftLeo’s with a slight buzz. As the night wore on, the parking lot became more crowded and Kenna’s remaining staff stayed busy serving drinks outside, but no one wanted to come inside. The seven of us tried to laugh off the growing divide from the rest of the town. It bothered Kenna a lot more than she’d let on, but we just had to keep reminding ourselves that we’d prove the mayor wrong in the end.

As I fireman-carried Violet back to my house, she mumbled something about wanting to go look for the gates, but we weren’t going anywhere until morning.

A handful of my neighbors peeked at us from behind their curtains as we walked up the street. Some of them even waved. Not everyone was afraid of us, it seemed. But even a small number of people could turn into a big problem if they tried to prevent us from protecting them.

At my front door, I set Violet to her feet. She swayed a little and gave me a dopey smile. It was the most adorable thing I’d ever seen in my life. I gripped her chin and kissed her until she let out a sigh and melted against me.

As long as I lived, I’d never get tired of kissing this woman.

When I opened the door, she walked straight through to my kitchen and peered out the back slider. “Is Sandy at your parents’ house?”

“Yeah. I figured they could keep her out of trouble for the week.”

She went out on the back porch and took a seat on the wooden swing I’d hooked up out there. She pushed off with her toes and settled back on the cushions, letting the momentum carry her back and forth. “I always wanted a porch swing.”

“I know.” My voice cracked on those two syllables, and she gave me a funny look.

It was the whole reason why I’d bought the house.

As a Virgo, I thrived on making plans. Even when they seemed pointless or hopeless. When I came back to Zodiac Cove, I didn’t think there was still a chance for me and Violet, but that didn’t stop me from making quiet moves to win her over.

She grew up in a small two-bedroom apartment above her parents’ shop, with a balcony the size of her current one that could barely hold a small table and two chairs. She’d always said she wanted a porch swing and a big backyard for a dog. So when I came home, instead of buying a condo in town, I started shopping for a family home.

She once told me she wanted to grow old with the kind of man who played checkers in the park on summer afternoons, so I became a guy who played checkers in the park. She liked to cook, so I learned how. She loved animals, so I got us volunteering gigs at the shelter. If she’d expressed a mild interest in the color pink, I would’ve dyed my beard and washed all my white T-shirts with a red sock.

One night I got shit-faced and made a whole PowerPoint presentation that highlighted various reasons why we made perfect sense as a couple. Thankfully, I passed out before I could email it to her. My version of drunk dialing.

After all that, though, I still couldn’t tell her I was in love with her. Not until I was sure, without a shadow of a doubt, that she would say it back and mean it. I knew she liked me, I knew she cared about me, and much to my delighted surprise, I knew she loved it when I spanked that ass. But I didn’t know how much of her heart she still kept guarded.

That probably made me a hypocrite and a coward, but between the two of us, Violet had always been stronger. I’d never once pretended otherwise.

I took a seat next to her on the bench. “Do you like the swing?”

She snuggled into my side, exactly where she was always meant to be. “I love it.”

“Good.”

My fingers trailed up and down her arm, drawing out goosebumps along her skin. She tilted her head up and kissed my neck, her pretty pink tongue flicking out to taste me. She sat up and climbed into my lap, rubbing herself against my painfully hard cock. I lifted her shirt over her head, biting her nipple through her bra. She let out a moan.

I started to lift her to take her inside, and she gripped me with her thighs. “No. Don’t. Let’s stay out here. Make love to me on this swing.”

I glanced at my backyard. While I had a privacy fence high enough to block out any prying eyes, Violet wasn’t exactly quiet.

She bit my earlobe. “I want them to hear me come.”

Jesus Christ. I didn’t think it was possible to get any harder, yet here I was. About to split my fucking pants. I’d known Violet my whole life, knew her probably better than anyone on the island, and I never would’ve guessed she’d be this adventurous in bed or that her sexual appetites would match my own. I should’ve known better, though. We’d always been perfect together.

“You want to put on a show, dirty girl?” I yanked her shorts down and smacked her ass hard enough to make my palm sting. “Then you better scream my name loud enough to make this whole damn neighborhood know who you’re fucking.”

“Yes.” The word came out as a sob. I rubbed my fingers through her soft seam and released a growl of pleasure when I found her already soaking wet for me.

“Strip for me.”

I loved it when she played games and tried to dominate me, and I fucking loved it when she gave in. I loved her every which way she gave me and every way we hadn’t tried yet. Most of all, I loved how I never knew what I’d get. Every time was a new surprise. It kept me on my toes and eager to find out just what she’d do next.

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