Page 17 of Redeeming Violet (Red Team #3)

I started to rummage through the second pack when I felt a paper bag inside.

I pulled out the non-descript bag and held it up to read.

Zane’s handwriting looked like chicken scratch, but I could make out a few of the words: Before you tap it, cap it.

Cover your stump before you hump. Don’t be silly, protect your willy.

Ass wipe.

I opened the bag and there were several different boxes of condoms. Ribbed for her pleasure. Ultra-sensitive. And my favorite, extra-large.

I wanted to be irritated at his idea of a joke, but the ache in my balls made me grateful.

We had hours before Eric came to bring us dinner and longer still until the President was due.

The thought of having her under me made my dick twitch.

But the nagging in the back of my mind stopped me from rushing out into the other room and throwing her over my shoulder like a caveman.

I thought back to what she’d said while we were lying in bed.

She wished she’d met me a year ago. What the fuck was I doing?

It wouldn’t have mattered if she’d met me a year ago, or would it have?

I’d kept all of my relationships casual.

No emotional attachments, no commitments.

I couldn’t make promises to a woman when I knew I’d never be able to keep them.

I didn’t know when I was going or coming.

And the big thing was, I couldn’t promise a woman I’d come home from a mission in one piece or at all.

Violet would deny it and say she didn’t mean anything by her dating comment.

But by her making the statement in the first place meant she didn’t do casual.

I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do with that.

It wasn’t fair to lead her on when I didn’t know if I was willing to offer her anything after these next couple of days.

The treason notwithstanding, Violet Myers was pretty damn close to the woman I’d want as a partner.

She was strong and independent, and as crazy as it seemed, she was brave and loyal to those she cared about.

I was screwed, and not in the good kind of way.

I couldn’t deny there was something that endeared her to me.

But it wasn’t enough to make me want to jump into a relationship.

One day I wanted what my parents had; they loved and respected each other deeply.

My mom still looked at my dad like he was the sun in her universe.

I wanted a woman to look at me like that, someday .

I just didn’t think I was ready for that someday to be today.

Besides, the little fact that Violet might be heading to prison for the rest of her life was still hanging over our heads.

Fuck. I was beginning to adopt Violet’s way of thinking—the universe sucked.

“What’s that?” Violet asked.

I guess one way to gauge her reaction was to hand the bag over to her and see what she thought. So, I did just that.

It took her a minute to scan the paper bag and read some of the one-liners Zane had written.

“Oh my God,” she started laughing. “Sex is cleaner with a packaged wiener. If you think she’s spunky, cover your monkey.

” The more she read the less I could understand what she was saying until finally, she was laughing so hard tears were forming in her eyes and she couldn’t get the words out.

Zane had written dozens of stupid condom jokes all over the bag.

“I should be… embarrassed… but I’m not… that is so funny… I can’t.”

Jesus, she was beautiful when she laughed. I hadn’t seen her so carefree since I’d met her. The simple act had transformed her, not only her features but her entire being. This side of Violet was more dangerous than the lust-fueled woman that had woken me up this morning.

Fuck it.

Screw my good intentions, and the promises I couldn’t make.

Fuck it all; I wanted her. I wanted what we could have at this moment, not tomorrow, not next week, now.

I couldn’t give the first two fucks about love and relationships.

I needed her right this very second with a deep-seated thirst I’d never felt.

I wanted her joy and light, and I was going to steal it like a thief and not feel a damn bit of remorse.

I yanked the bag from her hand, tossed it on the bed, and pulled her to me. Her laughter immediately died, and her smile faded.

“Stop this now if you don’t want it,” I told her and pushed my hips toward her. Her eyes widened when she felt my erection and she swallowed but remained quiet. “Do you want me to stop?”

She shook her head and that was all the answer I needed.

My hands found the hem of her shirt and I ripped it over her head, throwing it to the side.

I went to work divesting her of the rest of her clothes.

In record time she was standing in front of me, gloriously naked.

My clothes quickly joined the pile and by the time I reached to touch her my hands shook with need.

My plan had been to toss her on the bed and fuck the hell out of her, but now I wanted to savor every part of her, starting with her pretty lips.

She allowed me to set the pace of our kiss, but when her tongue grazed mine and she sucked and nibbled around my mouth, as much as I’d like to have believed I was in control, she owned me.

When she wrapped her tiny hands around my dick, giving it a firm tug, my knees nearly gave out.

My hands moved over her hips and the swell of her ass until I picked her up and her legs wrapped around my waist. I walked the few steps to the bed, twisted, and we landed on the mattress with a bounce.

Through it all my lips never left hers. She wiggled her trapped hands free, moved them to my ass, and pulled me closer.

The tip of my dick nudged her wet opening and I blindly reached out and found the bag of condoms. I dumped the bag, grabbed a box and broke our kiss long enough to push Violet farther up the bed and ripped open the box.

As I carefully rolled the latex down my length, I took my fill of the perfection that laid before me.

“What is it about you that makes me lose my head?” I asked, my hands going to her thighs to spread them, exposing her wet folds. “You’re so beautiful, Vi.”

“Please, Jaxon, hurry.” She didn’t wait for my response; instead, she reached between us and grabbed my dick.

“Now.” The desperation in her voice spurred me forward and I let her guide me where we both needed.

I had to grind my teeth as I slowly pushed inside, allowing her to adjust to the intrusion. “Ohmygod.”

I had to close my eyes against the intensity of my feelings.

Never had the act of sex felt so good and I hadn’t even moved yet.

The onslaught of emotion was unsettling.

Violet didn’t give me time to contemplate whys and wherefores; her legs tightened around my waist and she squeezed her inner muscles.

“Holy fuck,” I panted.

“Please, Jax.”

It may have been her calling me Jax, it may have been her impossibly tight pussy threatening to unman me, or it may have been the incredible sense of peace I’d felt; whatever the cause, my determination to savor the moment snapped.

“Hold on, baby.”

And with that last warning I lost control, taking us both on the ride of a lifetime.

When she screamed my name and dug her nails into my back, I knew I was in trouble.

When she came around my cock, detonating my own orgasm, I knew I should run.

But when we’d both caught our breath and she settled in next to me, cuddling into my side, I knew I’d do whatever I could to keep her there.

It wasn’t the incredible sex. It was the trust and vulnerability I saw swirling in her brown eyes. It was almost like I was the sun in her universe.