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JESSE

Jesse stood beside Violet’s bed. Thick lashes rested against her cheeks and her mouth was parted slightly, letting him know she was deeply asleep.

She was his. Finally.

He brushed her hair back as he marveled at the strange string of events that led to the consummation of their relationship. In the middle of practice, one of his teammates told him that Tucker had bragged about taking Violet’s virginity and sharing her with his bandmates. The way the rest of the team avoided his gaze told him everyone had heard the lies Tucker was spreading, but no one had the balls to tell him except Reggie.

He hadn’t thought twice about stalking off the field, changing out of his uniform, and tossing his gear in the car. It was sheer coincidence that he spotted Tucker’s Bronco and saw two people on the side of it. Even as he started toward them, they’d moved to the back of the car. The last thing he expected to find was Tucker with his hand in Violet’s pants.

He’d taken great pleasure in smashing his fist into Tucker’s pretty face. He would have killed him with his bare hands if Violet hadn’t stopped him. He knew about Tucker’s playboy reputation and had wrongly assumed Violet would break it off if Tucker pressured her sexually. It never occurred to him that Violet would welcome his advances.

As the rage flooded back, he slid his thumb into Violet’s mouth to calm him. She jerked back, but he followed, unwilling to give her space. He rubbed his thumb over her tongue, encouraging her to suck. When she reflexively obeyed, he bit back a groan and buried his face in her hair spread over the pillow.

He fooled around with his fair share of girls but never slept with any of them. He hadn’t wanted to. He’d been saving himself for her. He thought they had an unspoken understanding. The betrayal and pain that consumed him was something he never wanted to experience again. He drew in a steadying breath and was comforted by her bewitching scent he couldn’t get enough of. It didn’t matter that Tucker had his hand in her pants first. He was the only man who had been inside her. That’s all that mattered.

Today, Violet finally made her move. She kissed him. From the mortified expression on her face, she hadn’t meant to, but he was damn glad she had. That impulsive kiss funneled his anger into lust. If only he’d known she was acting on instinct or desire rather than bribing him to keep quiet. Thinking she was using wiles she learned from Tucker to manipulate him, he’d been coarse, rough, out of line.

Violet let out a pitiful whimper. He nuzzled her, wondering if she was having a bad dream or if she was in pain despite the pills he’d given her. He felt a flash of regret that her first time hadn’t been the gentle, loving experience she deserved. If only he’d known she was a virgin… But catching her and Tucker red-handed, he wouldn’t have believed her if she’d said so.

Assuming she’d given herself to Tucker first and considering how slick she was, slow and tender had been the furthest thing from his mind. And even when he realized she was a virgin, he’d denied himself for so long that he hadn’t been able to hold back the force of his need. With all that rage still pumping through his system from dealing with Tucker, he’d been primitive and savage. Violet didn’t accept his claim meekly. She fought him. It had been an exhilarating, eye-opening experience. It wasn’t romantic, but it was perfect because it was them, stripped of all civilization. Violet rose to the challenge and after, still trusted him with her body and allowed him to bring her to orgasm. He’d never been more grateful that he’d practiced on other girls beforehand. Violet came so hard; she passed out cold.

Knowing their parents would be home soon, he cleaned and dressed her. He didn’t have time to inspect her the way he wanted. Instead, he put her in bed before he stripped off his sheets and rearranged his room to cover the hole that would prompt questions he couldn’t answer. Once his bedding was in the wash, he checked on Violet, which led to him jacking off on her. He’d just cleaned her face with a cloth when Mom arrived.

“What’s wrong?”

“Vi isn’t feeling good,” he said in low tones, and hoped Violet wouldn’t wake at this inopportune moment.

He felt like he was coming out of his skin as Mom approached the bed and brushed back Violet’s tangled hair. He prayed to God he got every drop of his cum as Mom pressed the back of her hand against Violet’s damp forehead and cheek.

“She feels feverish,” Mom said with a frown. “Has she taken anything?”

“No, she was hoping to sleep it off.”

“I’ll make soup,” Mom said.

As Mom walked to the door, he couldn’t resist doing one more pass over Violet’s face with the washcloth. When he looked up, he saw Mom in the doorway, watching him with a fond smile.

“You’re such a good brother,” she’d said before she walked away.

He was never meant to be her brother. He’d known from the moment he laid eyes on her that he was destined to be more. It was everyone else who had it wrong, not him.

Jesse straightened and withdrew his thumb from Violet’s mouth. He vowed to give her time to recover, but he was hard as a rock. He pushed his pants down and grabbed Violet’s hand and curled her fingers around him. He moved her hand along his length and shuddered in absolute bliss. Her tiny, silky fingers felt amazing and with the memory of what it felt like to be inside her heating his blood, it didn’t take long.

He tipped his head back, gasping, as he climaxed. He spread his cum over her skin and held her face still as he sank his tongue into her mouth. She mewled and tried to get away, but he held her captive until she surrendered.

He eyed the closed door. There was still a chance that their parents would check on her. It was risky as hell for him to come into her room, but he couldn’t resist.

He tucked himself away and gave her a swift kiss. She frowned, face scrunching up in what looked like disgust, before she turned her back to him. He grinned as he stepped back.

When she joined him by the fire pit, pale, dazed, and confused, he sensed her questions, but she didn’t voice them. He had to tread carefully. They had gone astray before. He wouldn’t allow that a second time. He would begin his campaign tomorrow and show her how their relationship was always meant to be.