Page 18 of Against All Odds (Ember Falls #3)

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Violet

I push at Everett’s chest before he kisses me again, and confusion spreads across his face.

I’m not pushing him away, though.

All I want is him, and tonight, for once in my life, I’ll be doing something for me.

I’m going to have him.

I’ve thought of nothing else but being with him. How he makes me smile. How I’m not the worthless woman I’ve felt for years. With him, all of that disappears.

With him, I’m just Violet.

“Let’s go upstairs,” I say with a soft smile. “I did promise my bed.”

He grins. “Thank God. The things I plan to do to you will be much better in a bed.”

I lead him up the stairs, and with each one I take, my heart races faster. I can’t believe I’m going to do this. I know being with Everett isn’t wrong. My marriage is over—it has been for a long time—and I deserve to be touched by someone who sees me as more than a burden.

When we get into my bedroom, he turns me to face him, and his mouth is instantly on mine again. We kiss, and the notes of his beer from earlier and his familiar peppermint taste sweep against my tongue. He walks me backward as I cling to him, my bare chest against his.

Everett’s hands move to my pajama shorts, and he slides them slowly down my legs, leaving me in nothing but a pair of black panties. He’s on his knees before me, and I shiver when he kisses my leg.

He stares up at me, his eyes filled with lust. “God, you’re beautiful,” he whispers, his voice thick, and he kisses up my body.

When he’s standing, I hook my fingers in the waistband of his sweats and push them down. “Just tonight,” I say again.

“Or anytime you want,” he says with a cocky smile.

I have a feeling if this is half as good as I think it will be, I’m going to be begging for more.

The backs of my legs hit the mattress. “Lie down, Violet.”

I do as he asks and wait for him to climb up to me, but he doesn’t. He stands there, staring down at me, the heat in his eyes felt all through my body.

“If I might only have tonight, then I’m going to make the most of it.” Those words send a shiver down my spine, and I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything hotter. He pulls my panties down, leaving me completely bare to him. “ Fuck. Yeah, I’m going to have you every way I can.”

“Everett.” I sigh his name.

“Do you know what I regretted the most after I lost you?”

I shake my head.

“That I never had a chance to know what your cunt tasted like on my tongue. I’m going to rectify that mistake tonight. I’m going to make you come that way and then on my cock and maybe my fingers.”

I feel like I unleashed a beast I didn’t know before. “Three times?”

He chuckles. “We’ll see if I can beat that before the sun comes up.”

If he only knew I’ve never had multiples. In fact, I haven’t been able to orgasm without help in a long time, which was something that always pissed my husband off.

“You should know something,” I say carefully.

“What?”

This is so embarrassing, but if I don’t say it, I know I’ll regret it. “I don’t ... come ... easily. I struggle and I ... it’s not going to be you. It’s me.”

He laughs once. “Are you saying that you don’t think I can do it?”

“No, that’s not it.”

“If you’re saying it might take all night, then we’re wasting time. Open your legs for me.”

“But . . .”

“Open your legs, Violet. I have nothing but time, and I promise, it’s not a hardship to have to spend hours between your thighs if that’s what it takes.”

My heart is racing, but I do as he says, spreading myself to his gaze. His head lowers, and he kisses the inside of my knee. “What time is it?”

What the hell does he care about the time for? “Does it matter?”

“Look at the clock,” he commands.

I turn my head. “It’s twelve-oh-seven.”

“Got it.”

“Got what?”

Everett doesn’t respond though. Instead his mouth is doing other things like kissing his way down my thigh, and then I feel his tongue swipe against my clit.

My eyes close at the sensation. Everett’s hands move to my knees, pushing them down against the bed, and he literally eats me out.

His tongue makes circle after circle, and then pushes inside, all while he holds me immobile.

I try to move my hips, but I’m completely trapped by his weight.

I can feel my limbs trembling as my orgasm races.

No way.

I can’t.

It never happens like this.

But here I am, thrashing my head back and forth as the pleasure builds faster than expected.

He moans, and I feel his teeth taking my clit and gently biting. “Oh, God. Oh my God!” I pant over and over, my fingers sliding in his thick hair.

Everett releases one leg, and I feel his finger enter me. He slides in and out of my cunt as his tongue continues to make circles and patterns.

I can no longer think.

My brain is completely disconnected from my body. All I feel is pleasure. All I know is this rising tide that’s threatening to take me under.

I scream out his name when it crests, taking me under, but at the same time giving me life.

I feel him kissing up my stomach and the valley between my breasts, all while he continues to finger me. I whimper as I work to bring my breathing back to normal. When I finally open my eyes, he’s leaning over me with a shit-eating grin on his face.

My back bows as his thumb rubs my clit. It’s too much. “I can’t ...”

“You can,” he counters. “Feel how wet you are. It’s dripping down your leg.

You want more, baby. You want to come again.

I can feel your cunt pulsing, begging for my cock to grip onto it.

” His dirty mouth is new, and I’m not complaining at all.

“And that was just the first one.” He pulls his finger almost all the way out before pushing back in.

“I think maybe I’ll make you come like this now. ”

I shake my head, unable to even entertain that it’s possible, but then, oh God, he curls his finger and keeps going.

“Everett,” I pant. “Please.”

He just keeps going, his thumb now hitting my clit when he pulls back. It’s too much.

I’m unable to stop it. I can’t even think because another orgasm hits me so hard that I can’t breathe. My body writhes and shudders as it tears through me. All the while he keeps going, not giving me any reprieve.

It’s a mix of pleasure and pain, each warring with each other. I want to laugh and cry and everything in between, but all I can do is fall slightly limp and struggle for breath.

“What time is it?” he asks again.

Somehow I manage to open my eyes to look at him, wondering what the hell he cares about the time for, and since he could very easily look at it since it’s in his view, but I turn my head.

“Twelve fifteen,” I say, still panting.

“Two orgasms in eight minutes, now I bet we can get another one before half past.”

Oh my God. That’s never happened before. I continue to stare at it, thinking maybe it froze, but then it moves to twelve sixteen.

Wow.

I stare into his eyes, pushing the dark brown hair off his face and grin because now it’s my turn. “Only if I get to ride your cock.”

“Your wish is my command.” He pulls his fingers out and then slowly licks each one, his eyes staying on me the entire time, and I think I might come just from watching him. “Mmm, delicious.”

I need him inside me right now. “Please tell me you brought a condom,” I say, praying he did because I don’t have any and I have to have him.

He chuckles and rises, moving to his sweats, pulling a condom out of the pocket. “It was the first thing I grabbed. Hell, I even left my phone.” At least one of us is prepared. He stands in front of me and I rise onto my knees, my hand resting on his hard stomach. “I want you to put it on me.”

I move my hands down, pulling his boxers off and staring at him in all his glory. His thick, hard cock stands at attention, and my mouth waters.

Yeah, he may have thought I was perfect, but he is a goddamn Adonis.

I bite my lip and take the condom from him, but I want something else first. “You had regrets about us when we were younger,” I remind him. “I did too. You were the first in so many things, but I never was brave enough to do one thing.”

I keep hearing Ana in my head telling me to ask for what I want.

“What is that, baby?”

I look up at him with a seductive smile. “I want to suck your cock.”

He climbs on the bed and lies beside me with his hands behind his head. “By all means, I wouldn’t want to deprive you.”

I lean down, kissing him, and feel his hard chest before wrapping my hand around his dick, stroking him slowly. He moves one hand to the back of my head, keeping me right against his mouth before I break away.

My kisses move down his neck to his chest, and then I keep going lower. When I reach his cock, I kiss along the shaft and then lick the crown, tasting his precum.

“Violet,” he groans, and then I take him deep.

I hollow my cheeks, bobbing up and down, using my tongue on the underside. My hand pumping in time with my mouth.

Each gasp, each moan, every sound he releases drives me to make this the best thing he’s ever experienced. I want Everett to never forget tonight.

His fingers lace in my hair again, and he pushes me a little deeper, but not enough that I choke. I do my best to relax the muscles in my throat so I can go even further.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs. “You’re taking me so well.”

The next time down I’m able to swallow deeper, but not much. I keep going, sucking, licking, and when I moan, his groan is so deep I feel it in every part of me.

“Violet, baby, you have to stop. I want to be inside of you.”

I pull my mouth away and straddle him, but he immediately flips me on my back and grabs for the condom.

“You’re going to come again, and I’m going to watch every second of it when I take you.”

“Everett,” I say softly as his words send a tingle across my heated skin, and I watch him wrap the condom over his length.

“Look at me, Violet.” I meet his gaze. “Watch your pussy wrap around my cock.”

He adjusts his cock and I feel the tip enter. “Oh God.”

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? Do you even have a clue how long I’ve dreamed of being with you again?”

My chin trembles as I fight back tears. I want to confess that I’ve always thought of him, that a piece of my heart has always been his, but I can’t.

“You have me now,” I say, rubbing his cheek with my thumb.

“Do you want more, baby?”

I nod. Yes, I want this so much.

I want him—all of him.

Everett Finnegan stole my heart when I was fourteen. He was my first kiss, the first boy to touch me and claim me as his. And when I close my eyes, I’m that girl again.

The one who dreamed of a lifetime of this. A world where Everett was always mine.

I never thought I’d feel this again.

“Open your eyes for me, Violet. Look at how good we fit.”

He pushes deeper, my body accepting him, and I glance down where we’re joined, feeling so many emotions it’s hard to control them.

My eyes move back to Everett as he moves his hips, driving into me in slow, controlled thrusts.

Our eyes stay locked as he moves, the feeling of him inside me is too much. The building starts again, between the emotions and the intense friction, driving me back toward an orgasm.

My fingers dig into his back and then score down his sides. He groans, moving his hand between us, rubbing my clit as he keeps pumping his hips.

“Oh, oh, it’s coming again.”

“That’s it, Vi, feel it. Feel me fucking you, me touching you. You’re so fucking beautiful. Grip my cock and let me feel you come for me, baby.”

It keeps building, climbing, and Everett doesn’t relent. He grips my hips, adjusting the angle, and then I fall apart.

I cry out, my head thrashing side to side as my orgasm takes over.

Everett follows right after, collapsing on top of me, and there’s not a chance in hell that’s going to be the only time we do this.