Forever Pucked (28 page)

We’re disgustingly sweaty. My hair is wet around my temples, and my forehead is damp. I’m pretty sure I just felt sweat drip in my ass crack.

It’s awesome.

Now I Get

Why the Evasion

ALEX

Violet smells like lavender and sweat. And I feel like I’ve been on a breakaway that lasted an hour. It really doesn’t take me long to lose endurance anymore. But now that I have the green light from my doctor, I’m going to work on getting that back as often and as quickly as possible.

I’m still inside Violet. I’m also lying on top of her, and I’m not doing much to prevent her from bearing the full brunt of my weight. Every breath she takes is accompanied by a moan and a small clenching of her pussy around my cock, which is part of the reason I’m not moving yet.

Her right ankle is beside my ear. Her other foot drops to the counter with a low thud. I pretty much have her pretzeled in half. On a slab of granite. Christ, I’m an asshole.

Favoring my left arm, I push up to survey the damage I’ve done to my fiancée. Her lips are red and puffy, her bangs are sticking to her forehead, and her mascara is smudged under her eyes.

I caress her cheek, furtively rubbing away a black smear. I really did a number on her. “Are you okay?”

Her eyes roll down. She looks drunk. “Am I okay?” She sounds drunk, too.

I puff out a breath. “That was…I shouldn’t have. I was just…” I don’t know what I’m trying to say. I think I feel bad because it was so good to finally be the one in control again.

Violet puts her hand over my mouth. “Do
not
apologize for loving me hard, Alex.”

“That was okay?” I ask from behind her palm.

“I came like a bazillion times. It was more than okay.”

“I was worried I got carried away.” I ease off the counter so I’m not on top of her anymore. Unfortunately that means I’m also not inside her.

“Carried away? Honestly, Alex, I needed another round of gentle lovemaking like I need your dick to be any bigger than it already is.”

I look down at my cock. He’s at half-mast and slow to deflate. I also have a bunch of those crystal things stuck to my abs.

“Beyond all the coming, my cock-love chanting should tell you I enjoyed myself. A lot. Anytime you feel the need to drill me like a porn star, I’m game.”

“God, I love you.”

Violet smiles, and it’s gorgeous. “I love you, too.” She slides off the counter and makes a face, looks over her shoulder, then gags. “I think I just slid through a puddle of jizz.”

“We should go have a shower. Then we can come back down and have pancakes.”

“I forgot all about the pancakes!” Violet looks down and touches the mess of crystals smeared across her abdomen, the letters no longer readable. “Hmm. I guess hot sex and vagazzling don’t go together.”

“Maybe not.”

“Oh well. It was worth the time if you’re going to sex me like that.”

We have what’s supposed to be a quick shower, but turns into a long one because I get hard again. This time I’m much more careful with my fiancée. Afterward we return to the kitchen to appease the appetite we’ve worked up.

Violet sanitizes the island three times before we eat. The pancakes are dry, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She slathers them in butter and dumps maple syrup over her entire plate, including the bacon.

A faint buzzing sound comes from her purse, which ended up on the floor—no surprise—during sex.

I pick it up and set it on the island as the buzzing continues. Violet glances at her purse, but goes back to eating. And still the buzzing goes on.

“Do you think maybe you should check your messages?”

“I will. When I’m finished eating.” She picks up a strip of bacon, dripping with syrup, tips her head back, and lowers it into her mouth while looking at me out of the corner of her eye. She gets all but one inch in before she bites it off. It’s phallic. And then she moans her maple pleasure.

We only have the real kind of syrup. When Violet and I started dating, she ate the cheap crap that’s mostly corn syrup and food coloring. Then I introduced her to real maple syrup. Now she won’t eat anything else, and we have a pantry full of maple products.

“You know, I have something I think you might like dipped in maple syrup,” I offer.

“That’s one way to get a blow job out of me.”

“Can’t get enough of my dick, eh?”

Violet snorts.

Her phone chimes again, four more times in succession. I shove my hand in her purse and root around for it.

Violet drops her fork and grabs my wrist. “Don’t do that!”

I retract, surprised. “Whoa! What’s the deal?”

She clutches her purse to her chest, her eyes wide, panicked almost. It’s an odd reaction over me sticking my hand in her purse. What’s in there she doesn’t want me to see?

“I, uh…” Her eyes dart around the room. “I have…girl things in here.”

I raise a brow. “Girl things?”

Her phone keeps buzzing. “Uh…yeah…like tampons. And stuff.”

“Violet, I’ve bought tampons for you before.” Darren was with me. I’d never ventured down that aisle on purpose before. There are an awful lot of options.

She’s still clutching her purse to her chest. Something’s going on. She looks way too terrified for this to be about “girl things.”

“What’s going on? What are you hiding from me?”

“Nothing!” The high pitch to her voice tells me without a doubt she’s lying.

“Who’s texting you?”

“No one.” She purses her lips, seeming aware that I know she’s bullshitting.

I cross my arms over my chest, ignoring the twinge of discomfort in my right shoulder. I probably overdid it with the finger-fucking and hard sex, but making Violet come that many times makes me feel awesome. “Really? So no one has texted you fifty times in the last ten minutes?”

“It’s probably Sunny, or Lily, or Charlene. We’re on a group chat, and everyone’s guessing the sex of the baby.”

I might buy that if they hadn’t spent the entire day together and Violet’s face wasn’t an unnatural shade of red.

“I think you’re lying.”

As soon as she loosens her grip on her purse, I grab it and turn it upside down. The contents spill out all over the counter, including her phone. There are a lot of receipts and tissues in there. And pens. A ridiculous number of pens. I don’t see one tampon, though.

I snatch up her phone before she can.

“Alex!”

When she grabs for it, I stand up and hold it over my head. I’m just playing. I won’t actually invade her privacy, even though I know she’s hiding something. She’ll tell me. She’s not very good at keeping secrets.

She puts a hand on my left shoulder and tries to jump up and grab it from me. Violet’s close to a foot shorter than I am, and she has almost no vertical, so she can’t even get close to her phone. But her boobs are rubbing on my chest, so I’m not all that inclined to stop being a dick.

Her phone buzzes again, so I glance up at the screen. The name
Daisy
comes up with the number eighty-seven beside it in brackets. It’s followed by another text from
Mom
with the number eighty-two bracketed beside it.

“Why do you have over a hundred and sixty texts from our moms?”

Violet stops jumping and rests her forehead against my chest. Actually, she bangs her head three times and sighs. “They’re discussing wedding venues.”

“Why? I’m taking care of that.”

“Because they’re excited that we’re getting married, and they want to plan everything—just like they did with the engagement party.”

“And that warrants more than a hundred messages? Why aren’t they messaging me? How long has this been going on?”

“That’s since I got home. They’ve been going back and forth all day.”

I pass her the phone. “Can I see, please?”

She pulls up the messages as three more come in and hands me the device. I scroll through them, trying to get to the beginning. It’s not just about the venue; it’s about bridesmaid’s dresses, Violet’s dress, my tux, what we should eat, where we should go for our honeymoon. The list is endless.

“You weren’t going to tell me about this?”

“I was. I would have.”

“When? After they booked a place on our behalf?”

“I wanted to enjoy the afterglow of awesome, dirty sex for a while first because I knew you’d be upset about this.”

“Of course I’m upset, Violet. I don’t want our moms to railroad you into thinking we have to invite the entire world to our wedding. I know that’s not what you want.”

She fists my shirt and looks up at me. “What about what you want?”

I cradle her cheek in my palm and kiss her. “Don’t you get it? I don’t care where we get married. We can do it on a raft in the middle of the ocean and have the service presided over by a damn Wiccan for all I care.”

“I don’t think it would technically be a legal marriage then.”

“You’re missing the point.
You
are what I want.”

Her bottom lip trembles, along with her chin.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“I love you.”

“So you’re crying?”

“I’m crying because I’m relieved and because you’re amazing.”

I wrap her up in a hug. “I have a really great idea for the wedding location.”

Violet sniffs. “Where’s that?”

“The Chicago cottage.”

“There’s a lot of room for chairs and people there.”

“That doesn’t mean we have to fill the space with bodies. We can keep it as small as you want, Violet. Like I said, it’s not about the wedding, it’s about you being my wife.”

“Your mom isn’t going to like this.”

“The question is, do you like this?”

“I love this.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do. I’ve already made a few calls; it shouldn’t be hard to get it all organized, especially if we’re keeping it close friends and immediate family.”

Violet runs her hands up my chest and links them behind my neck. “Why are you so good to me?”

“I just want you to be happy.”

Violet’s phone buzzes again with more messages from our mothers.

“Should I message them back?”

“I’ll deal with it. I’ll bring out the big guns if that’s what it takes to make my mother see reason.”

“Okay.”

Her smile makes the shit conversation I’m facing worth it. My mom will deal. She has her own daughter; she can plan something for Sunny. I’m sure Miller will propose sooner or later—hopefully sooner, but not before Violet and I get married.

Violet kisses the bottom of my chin. “Want to go upstairs and play hide and seek with the Super MC and my beaver?”

“That sounds like a lot of fun.”

Violet takes my hand, and I follow her upstairs. This time I don’t love her hard; I love her softly and slowly and sweetly.

-&-

“Alex? Are you awake?”

I pry open one eye. Violet’s long hair tickles my cheek. She’s kneeling beside me.

“Yeah?” My voice is sleep-graveled. I clear my throat and glance at the clock on the night table. It’s the middle of the night. “Is everything okay?”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Do you wanna have sex?” My brain might be slow to fire up, but my dick is already getting excited about the idea.

“Not right now. Maybe. It depends.” She wrings her hands like she’s nervous. I don’t know what could be wrong. We had all that awesome sex, and we decided where we’re going to hold the wedding. After that we had more awesome sex, followed by another shower, and then bed. All in all, it was a great night, so her sudden middle-of-the-night anxiety puts me on high alert.

I turn on the bedside lamp and blink against the brightness. Her eyes are bloodshot. “Baby, what’s wrong? Have you slept at all?”

She shakes her head and focuses on her hands. “I have a question.”

“It must be an important question if you needed to wake me up to ask at three in the morning.” I’m hoping to get a smile out of her, but she brings her fingers to her mouth, like she’s about to chew her nails. I take her hand in mine. “Talk to me, Violet. What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“I’ve been thinking about how you’re going to want a pre-nup—”

“Whoa! Wait, what?” If I was still half-asleep a moment ago, I’m definitely not now.

She lifts her eyes slowly. She’s biting her lip. “It makes sense, doesn’t it? You want to protect yourself.” She gestures to the room. “This.”

Three o’clock in the morning is a super shitty time to have this discussion, but clearly it’s something she’s been thinking about for a while. “I’m not going to make you sign a pre-nup.”

“You’re not?”

Her surprise is almost offensive.

“But you’ve worked so hard for everything you have, and I make less than one percent of what you make a year. Logically you should want one.”

“Did my mom say something to you?” I’ll be seriously pissed if she did.

“No.”

“But someone must’ve.”

She drops her chin again. I sit up, because I can’t stand it when I can’t see her face. I urge her chin up with a finger. “Baby, look at me. Who said I wanted a pre-nup?”

“Dean might’ve mentioned something—”

“That dick knob you work with?”

“He has a point, Alex. At first the idea kind of hurt, but I would understand if you wanted one. You have a lot of money, and you’ve worked hard for it. I just…”

I sit back against the headboard and pull her with me so she’s straddling my lap, facing me. “Listen to me, Violet. You and me, we’re meant for each other. Do you agree?”

“Well, yeah, of course. The Super MC and my beave are soulmates, so logically that means the rest of our bodies are soulmates, too.”

I laugh, because this is one of the many reasons I love her. There is no one else in the world who compares to Violet. “And soulmates are forever, right?”

She nods.

“So that means I’m yours, and you’re mine. I don’t need a pre-nup to make you question my faith in us. I’m going to spend the rest of my life loving you, Violet Hall.”

She smiles. “And my boobs—don’t forget them.”

“They were already included in the package deal.”

“I’m sorry I woke you up in the middle of the night to ask you a stupid question.” She presses her lips to mine.