Page 44 of Against All Odds (Ember Falls #3)

thirty-three

Violet

W e’re on the plane back to Ember Falls. I couldn’t get out of California quickly enough. I definitely didn’t want to be around when Dylan’s statement dropped. I’d like to be safely ensconced in my little town with the man I love.

“You know, flying like this is really spoiling me,” Everett says as he comes out of the bathroom. “Do we have to give this back to Ana and Nick?”

I laugh and sigh. “I don’t think either of us can afford this plane’s maintenance and staff.”

“That’s true.” He chuckles and lies beside me on the queen bed.

Yes, the entire back end of the plane is a bedroom.

The sky is an inky black with a splattering of light from the stars, and we informed the flight attendant that we would be sleeping and we’d call if we needed something.

The two of us are exhausted and desperate for rest.

However, seeing him beside me, the last thing I’m thinking about is sleep.

It’s been days since I’ve felt his touch, and I want it so much right now.

I roll over, straddling him, and his eyes widen. “I thought you were tired.”

“Call it a second wind.”

His hand moves up my thigh and to my back, pulling my T-shirt up, leaving me bare. “And what do you want to do with this extra energy?”

“I want to make love to you.”

“Good answer.”

My mouth moves to his, and his kiss infuses me with life. Our tongues tangle in the most passionate kiss we’ve ever shared. It’s raw and intense, the weight of our worries drained once and for all, and we can just have each other.

“You came for me,” I say as I move my mouth to his neck. “Now I want you to come for me.”

He groans and his fingers dig into my ass. “With you, that’s not even a question. I could come just thinking about you. Imagining you in front of me is enough to make me hard.”

I drop my hips, rubbing against his hard cock. “I can feel that you’re ready for me now.”

He chuckles low in my ear. “Always ready for you, baby.”

Well, I wouldn’t want to keep him waiting then.

I kiss down his neck, pushing his shirt up so I can slide my hands down his chest, over his stomach, and to where his shorts are tented. I scoot back and pull his shorts and boxers off. Once he’s bare for me, I wrap my hand around his cock and pump.

Then I drop my head down, taking him in my mouth.

“Violet,” he moans, his hand moving to the back of my head. I run my tongue along him as I hollow out my cheeks and start to bob my head.

Everett makes incoherent noises, and each one sends a jolt to my core. I’m so turned on by making him feel good.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Take me deeper.”

I do. I take his cock back as far as I can, and he groans even louder. I lift my head to see the pleasure on his features, the way his face scrunches when he’s trying to keep himself in check. His fingers tense in my hair, and then he looks down at me.

I take that as my cue to go even deeper. “Fuck, Violet. God, I’m going to make you come so hard,” he promises. “I can’t wait until I can taste you, love you, have you ride my cock until you fall apart. Do you want that, baby?”

I moan, knowing the vibrations will give him more pleasure.

Everett drops his head, and I keep going, pumping my hand along with my mouth, wanting him to lose it while he’s at my mercy. “No. Shit. Violet. Please ...” Each word comes out in a gasp.

I pull back, running my tongue along the head of his dick, giving him my best innocent look. “Do you like that?”

“Yes,” he says with his jaw tensed.

“Do you want me to do it again?”

“Don’t make me come yet. I want to do it inside of you,” he practically begs.

I want the same thing. I’m aching for him. “So you don’t want me to do this?” I lick around the head again.

He makes an incoherent noise.

“What about when I do this?” I lick the underside of his cock and then his balls.

“That’s it.” He moves so fast, grabbing my arms, moving me so that I’m on my back and he’s on top.

He struggles for breath and then crushes his lips to mine. At first the kiss is powerful and out of control, but he slows it as he regains his senses. Our lips break apart, and I’m ready for him. I need him inside me.

“Please,” I pant.

He looks down at me. “What do you want, Vi?”

“I need you. Please, take me.”

“Oh, I’m going to take you,” Everett promises. “I’m going to take you, keep you, love you, and I’m going to make you mine in every way.” My eyes flutter as he nips at the sensitive spot on my neck. “But first I’m going to make you ready.”

My pulse is racing as he moves his hands from the backs of my thighs to my pussy, only he doesn’t touch me. He just feathers his touch, keeping it so light it’s barely there.

“I promise, I’m ready. Touch me and you’ll see.”

“I am touching you.” I hear the smile in his voice. “Don’t you feel it? Don’t you feel my fingers?”

Each breath is labored, my heart pounding as my desire pulses through me. “More,” I beg.

“More what?”

“You.”

He rolls us again so I’m on top, and I’m going to take advantage of this.

As I go to move myself to where I can rub myself on his cock, he grips my hips, holding me still. “Not yet.”

Can someone die from desire? If so, I’m nearing that tipping point. “Everett,” I moan, and he chuckles.

Then he pushes me so I’m even farther from him. Right when my lips part so I can complain, he moves his one hand to my clit, rubbing circles, sending fire through my veins.

God, I’m so ready.

He has to feel how ready I am.

“So wet,” he praises. “Now, we aren’t alone on this plane. So you’re going to need to be very quiet. Can you do that for me?”

Right now I’d do anything he asked.

I nod. “Yes, I can be quiet.”

Everett’s grin is full of mischief. “Hands on the wall.” I sit up, placing them there, and he slides down the bed. Oh God. “Keep them there.”

“Everett,” I pant.

He rips my underwear in one sharp tug, exposing me to him. Then he slips a finger inside me and I moan, my head falling back. But he doesn’t stay inside long. Instead he removes it and I look down, desperate to see why he stopped when suddenly he grabs my hips.

“Sit on my face and let me taste you.”

Yup. I’m dead.

Everett positions me exactly where he wants. When his tongue flicks my clit, I almost lose it. I bite down on my lip, trying to hold in the moans as he does it over and over again. My hips begin to move as I’m desperate for my release.

It’s building higher and higher, and my heart is pounding, my palm sliding down the wall, my muscles trembling.

“I can’t hold on,” I say, and Everett redoubles his effort.

He pushes a finger in, fucking me with his mouth and hand. Then his other hand slides up my round stomach, and he rolls my nipple. My muscles tighten before I shatter to pieces.

I’m able to keep from screaming, but I’m definitely not quiet.

At some point Everett put me on my back, and he’s leaning back on his heels, and I turn my head to the side to gather myself.

“Look at me,” he commands. The deep timbre of his voice causes me to obey. “I love you. I want your eyes, baby. I want you to watch me as I make love to you.”

His palm cups my cheek, and I hold the back of his neck. He kisses my eyes, my cheeks, my nose, my forehead, and then my lips.

“Make love to me, Everett. I need you,” I say when he pulls back from the gentle kiss he pressed to my lips.

I feel him push inside me, inch by inch while we stare deep into each other’s eyes. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. My heart. My soul. The breath in my lungs. Everything I am is for you.”

I gasp as he thrusts deeper. “I love you. God, I love you so much it hurts.”

“No, baby, it never hurts. Feel how good this is?” He rocks his hips again. “We fit together because you were made for me.”

“Yes,” I moan, arching my back to meet him. “For you. I need you.”

“I’m yours.”

We make love like this. Slowly, sensually, as though we are the only people in the world, and right now, it feels like we are.

Tens of thousands of feet in the air, in the sky—alone.

Every part of me is now his. Not that I wasn’t before, but this is so different, so intense.

It’s more than the incredible pleasure—it’s two souls connecting. All the fears, questions, and pain I’ve endured are being erased by his touch.

“I’m close,” Everett warns. “It feels too good to hold back.”

I run my fingers through his thick, dark hair. “Don’t hold back. Please, just love me.”

“Always,” he says as he falls apart in my arms. He moans against my neck, jerking his hips.

Somehow he manages to hold himself up to keep from crushing me, and he moves to the side, pulling me with him. The two of us work to even our breaths out. After a few minutes, Everett kisses my temple. “Stay here.”

I don’t move and he returns with a wet rag. We clean up and climb back into bed, my arm draped across his middle. Everett makes patterns against my spine, and neither of us speak—honestly, we don’t need to.

We’ve said everything we could ever need to with our bodies and our hearts.

As my eyelids start to grow heavy, he huffs a laugh and I lift my head to look at him. “Why are you laughing?”

“Three things, really.”

“Oh?”

He lets out a yawn and then taps my nose. “One, we are now a part of the mile-high club.”

I snort a laugh. “Let me guess, you’re proud.”

“Fuck yeah I am. None of my other friends can ever say this.”

“You’re such a man,” I joke.

“Good observation.”

Ignoring that, knowing where this will end, I forge ahead. “And what are the other things?”

He grins and rolls to his side to face me. “Second is that you were not quiet, my love.”

Ugh. I know I wasn’t. “Maybe they didn’t hear.”

“Violet, it’s a nice-size jet, but I’m going to bet they heard.”

The heat from my cheeks is hot enough to burn. “I can’t think about that.”

“Just think, when we get off in Ember Falls, they’ll know why there’s a little more color in your face.”

I slap his chest. “Everett! Stop, I’m going to die of embarrassment.”

He chuckles and then pulls me tight to his chest. “Don’t worry, babe, I’ll hide you so you don’t have to see them.”

Like that’s any better.

Still, right now, in the aftermath of the bliss we shared, the fact that we don’t have my divorce, the custody battle, or the uncertainty of where I’m going to live hanging over me, I just don’t care about anyone else outside of this room.

“And what’s the last thing?”

Everett kisses the top of my head. “I love you and we’re going home.”