Page 21 of Against All Odds (Ember Falls #3)

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Everett

C all me stupid.

Call me whatever you want, but I sat on her porch step for an hour talking myself in and out of being there.

I even left once, but then found myself right back there.

All day I convinced myself that coming here, seeing her, would be a mistake.

But I don’t fucking care.

I’ll deal with the consequences later. Tonight, I want every second I can have of her. If this story ends in tragedy, then by God, I’m going to enjoy myself before that hits.

Violet doesn’t say anything. She lifts up on her toes, her lips brushing mine. “What if we just say one more time?”

I lean down, cupping her thighs and hoisting her up. She giggles and wraps her arms around my neck as I carry her up the stairs. “How about we say one more night. I plan to fuck you several times tonight.”

“Promises, promises,” Violet says before she crushes her lips to mine, kissing me deeper with each passing second.

I bump into the couch and decide that’ll work. I turn, sitting, all while her tongue continues to rub mine. She’s straddling me, her long brown hair creating a curtain around us, like there’s no one else in the world—and right now, there’s not.

My worries.

My business.

My mother.

My life all disappears, and all that exists is Violet.

Her hands are in my hair, and my hands are on her ass, pulling her tighter against my erection.

She starts to rub back and forth, and I help set the pace.

It’s like we’re fifteen again, dry humping on her grandmother’s couch.

So much has changed, and yet it’s the same in many ways. She’s a siren, an Achilles’ heel, a woman who has the potential to leave me in ruins.

But I’m not stopping. We know the rules.

This will be the last time.

I move my hand between us, undoing her button, then her zipper. “Are you wet for me?” I ask, my hand reaching toward her underwear.

“Yes,” she moans and rocks harder. “Touch me.”

I slip my finger down, and a low rumble comes from my chest when I rub against her cunt. “So wet, so fucking hot.”

“For you.”

“Yes, baby, just for me.” I push my finger in, feeling the way she grips me.

Unfortunately for me, in order to remove her pants, I have to stop. I quickly remove her jeans and underwear, and once they’re gone, I pull her back to being on top, sliding back inside her warmth.

My thumb rubs her clit and her head falls back, the long waves brushing my leg. I lift my hand, placing it against her long, exposed neck. “Is this okay?” I ask softly when she flinches.

She nods.

I keep a light pressure, and watching her riding my hand is so hot. “You’re so beautiful. I love being inside of you, watching you as I pleasure you. Do you wish it was my cock?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah, Violet, I know that’s what you want.” I push another finger in and she gasps. “I want to feel you around me so badly.”

She looks down at me. “Please.”

I release her and move my hand to slide my pants down. I grab the condom in the pocket but Violet stops me before I put it on.

“Let me. I didn’t get to earlier.”

I grin and hand it to her. Her delicate hand wraps around my cock as she pulls it between us. She tears the packet, and then my head drops to the back of the couch when she strokes me softly.

“I think you want me too.”

“So much.”

“How much?” she asks.

I lift my head and give her the truth. “I waited on your porch for an hour.”

That seems to make her happy, as there’s a smile on her lips. “I debated turning down your driveway when I was on my way home,” she confesses.

I brush my thumb against her lower lip. “Why?”

“Because ... the same reason you’re here now.”

She slips the condom on and then rolls it down.

I lean forward so my lips are right against her ear. “Fuck me, Violet.”

I hold my cock, lining it up, feeling the scorching heat of her before she sinks down.

We both let out a long moan as her tight cunt grips me. After a moment, she starts to rock and it feels so goddamn good. I can’t think straight with the pleasure of her on top of me.

My hand goes to her shirt, and I rip it off. After removing her bra, I cup her breasts and bring my mouth to them where I suck and lick, while she rocks against me.

“Everett!” she yells, her fingers gripping my hair, holding me against her.

I keep going, doing my best to hold back because I’m so fucking turned on. She feels incredible, and I don’t want this to end.

I want more of this—of her.

But it’s like a train that can’t be stopped. “Are you close?” I ask against her skin.

“So close.”

I clench my jaw and think of anything I can to avoid release too soon. “I’m close, baby,” I warn. “Fuck me harder.”

I put my finger on her clit and rub fast. She’s panting, her moves becoming more frantic as she chases her release.

Her muscles clench around my cock and I groan, my other hand digging into her ass. “Yes, fuck me. Yes. Harder. So fucking good.” My words slip out, and then I feel her grip me tighter before she screams out, her hand falling to my shoulder.

I jerk my hips up a few seconds later, no longer able to hold back.

Fuck my life, I’m never going to get enough of this girl.

We’re sitting on the floor, the fire going, eating some of the desserts still left over. “I brought some to school for the teachers, and Miles took some for Kai, Penelope’s son. I even brought some tonight to Hazel’s, and there’s still so much left.”

“How did the girl party go?” I ask.

“It was great. They’re all sweet.”

I chuckle at that. “They’re all diabolical. Ask the men they’re with.”

Violet tucks her leg up, wrapping one arm around it. “I’m going to assume your friends are the victims in this?”

“Absolutely not. They deserve every minute of torment they endure and then some.”

She shakes her head and pops part of a brownie in her mouth, making the sexiest moan ever. “I swear, chocolate can solve any problem.”

I clear my throat and try not to picture that sound as something else in her mouth. “If only that was true.” I would use it daily if I believed it could do anything to help the people in my life.

“I mean, I guess it can’t solve them, but it does make it better.” Violet leans her head on the couch cushion. “I ate a lot of chocolate ... like, a lot in the days after Dylan’s affair broke. Ana actually was worried at one point.”

Talking about her ex-to-be husband after fucking her brains out isn’t exactly high on my list of things to do, but I’m not sure where or what this thing is going to be, so I might as well say it now.

“Is there any chance of you going back to him?” I do my best to sound like the answer really doesn’t matter, which it shouldn’t. She’s not mine anymore. She hasn’t been for a long time.

Violet’s eyes lock onto mine, and the steel in her voice is impressive. “Not ever.”

“Because he cheated?”

She shakes her head. “No. Because I don’t want to be with him.

Yes, the affair was the catalyst, but there was so much wrong in our marriage that I was just pretending wasn’t there.

He’s selfish, beyond measure. He even called to ask me to come back to LA because we have a PR problem.

Apparently the stories aren’t painting him in the best light. ”

What the fuck? “He asked you to come help?”

“Yup.”

“I’m hoping you said no.”

Violet smiles. “I said unequivocally no.” She takes another bite and then continues: “Then the idiot got engaged. Not sure how that is supposed to help him, but it’s not my issue.

Being back there is too much for me. I don’t fit in there.

You can’t even begin to imagine the things people say about me. Things that are cruel and horrific.”

“About you?”

What the hell can anyone say bad about her? She’s beautiful, smart, kind, and has a heart of gold.

Her sigh causes my chest to ache. “Anytime they posted a picture of us on the red carpet or at a premiere, the comments on those photos would make me sob for hours. I did my best not to look, I really did, but there were times I couldn’t avoid it.

People who don’t know me just ... ripping me apart.

When the affair broke, I wouldn’t even open my phone unless it was a text message, but one of my college friends sent me a screenshot, and I literally was sick. ”

I lean forward, my hand resting against the side of her neck. “Those people are fucking idiots.”

“Maybe, but the comment was so gross, so unkind. I didn’t deserve him cheating because I’m a fat bitch.

I didn’t ask for it. I didn’t do anything to him.

No one deserves this kind of humiliation.

If he was unhappy, he could’ve just said the word and ended it.

I would’ve been sad, sure, but not mortified at the same time. ”

“Violet, it’s his embarrassment.”

She snorts. “Apparently it’s mine. I’m the villain in this story. I didn’t satisfy him. I was too controlling. I was too plain. I was too ugly. I didn’t give him what he needed, and of course he should’ve gone elsewhere. Do you have your phone?” she asks.

“It’s over there.”

She reaches around me, grabbing it. “Here, open a social media site.”

“I don’t . . .”

“It’s fine. I have chocolate.” Her voice is soft and encouraging.

Still, it feels like a trap. You know, when your mother would tell you to go ahead, do what you wanted, but you knew that if you did what you wanted, you’d be in trouble. Women are always good at those.

I give her a side-eye and decide not to open the phone.

“I don’t need to see what they say about you, I know the truth.

I’ve also learned that people who don’t have any influence in your life don’t matter.

People can say what they want, because at the end of the day, we all just do the best we can.

I make mistakes, you make mistakes, but isn’t that the point of life? ”

Her gaze softens. “Maybe I don’t need chocolate. I just need to record that and play it back.”

“If you tell anyone I said that, I’ll deny it. I have an image to uphold.”

“Oh? What’s that?”

“The evasive bachelor who is sarcastic and nothing bothers him.”