Page 26 of Redeeming Violet (Red Team #3)

Violet

I was beginning to hate that statement. The last time he’d said that to me it had ended our sexy fun times. Not to mention, I was pretty much floating on cloud nine after getting to spend time with my brother. I didn’t want anything to spoil my mood.

“Don’t tell me if it’s bad news,” I told him. His body stiffened before he caught himself and uncoiled his muscles.

“It’s nothing bad. Well, I hope it isn’t. We need to talk about something you said the other day. It should’ve been addressed sooner, but I wasn’t sure what to say exactly.”

“Okay,” I drew out the word now, uncertain I wanted him to continue.

I’d enjoyed getting to know him, even if it was only on a friend level. I was now worried I’d said something to offend him.

“You said you knew the score. I think I was clear that what we’d shared wasn’t meaningless to me, but we were interrupted before we could finish our conversation. ”

Damn, he was going there. I scrambled, trying to come up with something to say that wouldn’t make me sound like a fool, but was coming up short.

“Violet?”

“Yes?”

“Look at me please.” He waited until I lifted my gaze from my fingernails and I met his eyes. Damn, he had sexy eyes. “You said you understood it was meaningless.” He said the last word like it left a bad taste in his mouth and he continued. “Is that how you feel? It didn’t mean anything to you?”

Suddenly I found my manicure more interesting than looking at the disappointment Jaxon hadn’t tried to mask.

I picked at my cuticles and weighed my options.

I had been doing that a lot lately, picking the lesser of two evils because there was no right answer.

I could lie and tell him it meant nothing and keep my heart and sanity intact, or I could tell the truth.

The truth, however, would open me up for heartache and rejection.

He was waiting, and the longer the silence stretched between us, the more uncomfortable it became.

“I see,” he said.

Without looking up I corrected him. “You don’t see.” I took a breath and jumped. “I said those things because I thought that’s what I was supposed to say, and I didn’t want to hear you say them to me. So, I said it first.”

“Why did you think that’s what you were supposed to say?” he asked.

“Because I’d never had a one-night stand before or whatever that was. I didn’t know what it was, I still don’t. When you said we needed to talk, I panicked and told you I knew what the score was.”

“So… it wasn’t meaningless to you?” he asked slowly.

He was going to make me say it. “No, it meant something.”

“Thank fuck.”

He crossed the distance that separated us and pulled my clasped hands apart and yanked me up to stand in front of him.

“It meant something to me, too.”

He lowered his lips to meet mine and he was exceedingly gentle. By the time he broke the kiss, my legs were wobbly.

“Wow,” I breathed.

“I leave tomorrow,” he told me.

“I know.”

“This is my life. Sometimes I have weeks to prepare; sometimes I only have hours.”

“Okay.”

“I can’t make you any promises. My life is too unpredictable. But just because I can’t doesn’t mean the time we have together is meaningless.”

I was a little confused. I think I might’ve been in a kiss-induced fog.

“I don’t understand,” I confessed.

“Come on. Some things are better explained by showing rather than telling.”

He tugged my hand and led us into the bedroom.

Once inside, he went about showing me exactly what he’d wanted to explain.

The first time he made love to me it was slow and gentle, and he showed how much our time together meant to him.

He whispered tender words of encouragement, building a slow deep burn, and without warning, we fell over the edge together.

My heart fully engaged, and I knew I was in trouble.

“Do you understand now?” he whispered and tucked me close.

“I think so,” I answered.

“You think?” he chuckled. “Oh baby, that’s not gonna work. I don’t want you to think. I want you to know. I want you to feel it deep. I want there to be no doubt tomorrow morning when I leave, you mean the world to me.”

He stopped talking and rolled me onto my back. He bypassed my lips in favor of my neck, placing open mouth kisses on the tender flesh. He moved lower to my collarbone, licking and sucking, then further down until he reached my breasts.

“I fucking love your tits. Big and soft and perfect. One of these days I’m going to oil them up and slide my dick between them.

” My body shook in excitement and my nipples tingled.

I never would’ve thought that would be something I’d like.

“Yeah. I see you like that thought. Your pretty nipples can’t hide the truth. ”

He swiped his tongue over the hard nub and my back arched.

“Oh, God.”

“Tell me, Vi, do you like my mouth on you?”

“Yea,” I moaned my answer.

“Do you like it here?” he asked and licked my other nipple. “Or here?” He moved lower, licking under my breast down to my belly button and lower still until he stopped at my hip. “Or do you want me to lick here?” He nudged my thighs apart and his tongue moved along the crease of my pussy.

“Holy hell,” I whined.

“Mmm. Spread your legs wide so I can taste you.”

I did as he ordered. His thumbs pulled my lower lips apart and his head lowered. I jolted at the contact and his grip tightened.

“I love how sensitive you are.”

I wasn’t. It was him. His touch. His mouth. Only him.

He alternated between licking and sucking; he was driving me mad.

I was about to tell him I couldn’t take it anymore when two thick fingers pushed inside as he sucked on my clit.

Without stopping the suction, his fingers plunged in and out at a pace I couldn’t fight.

My body had a mind of its own; it belonged to Jaxon.

He played me so well there was no way to slow the impending orgasm.

I screamed and tightened my thighs around his head, trying to get away from the sensation.

He slowed his fingers and lifted his head.

“So damn sexy. Turn over baby. I want you on all fours. Ass up.” Something had changed in Jaxon.

He’d made soft gentle love to me, he’d also taken me roughly, but this…

this was something else entirely. His voice was deeper, his presence dominating, his face open.

He looked like a wild beast ready to take his prey. And lucky for me, I was the prey.

I scrambled to turn over and got to my hands and knees. I heard the foil packet open and my insides fluttered with anticipation.

One hand went to my hip to steady me and I felt the tip of his dick at my entrance. He rubbed back and forth, coating himself with my juices before he pushed in on a groan.

“Swear to God you feel like heaven,” he said.

He stayed planted deep and gathered my hair in his fist, pulling my head to the side so his face was next to mine.

“I’m gonna fuck the doubt out of your mind, baby. By the time I’m done, all you’ll feel is me. Is us.”

He held on to my hair and pulled out, slamming back in as he spoke again. “Are you ready, Violet?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Tilt your sweet ass up and hold on.”

The second go-round he showed me a whole new side of himself, one that included hair pulling, spanking, and so many orgasms I’d lost count. I could safely say I enjoyed both of Jaxon’s explanations, but if I had to pick one – it was the down and dirty, hair pulling sex any day of the week.

It was safe to say by the time Jaxon was done, I understood.

He was forever tattooed on my soul.

Irrevocable and binding.

The next morning, I woke up and Jaxon was gone.

“Umm,” I stammered and backed up; in the process I smacked my head on the doorjamb.

“Fuck! Are you okay?” A man I’d never seen asked.

“Umm.” I seemed to have lost my voice .

“I’m Linc,” he offered. “Did you read the note Jaxon left for you?”

“Note?” I asked.

Now that I wasn’t scared out of my head, I realized I had seen a picture of Lincoln Parker before.

Though he now wore his black hair longer than he did while he was a SEAL and he was a little older, but no less in shape, and the pictures of him did nothing to show off his piercing green eyes.

Jasmin Parker was one lucky woman. The more I studied Linc, the more I saw the family resemblance between him and his brother.

Zane’s hair was darker, and he was taller, but their eyes were almost identical.

“Jasmin will be here in a bit. Jax said he was going to leave you a note so that wouldn’t happen.” He pointed between me and the door frame.

“Oh. I didn’t see it. I’m Violet,” I told him, and his lip twitched. Jeez.

“Think I got that. I brought donuts. Jax said you liked CoCo’s donuts.”

“Ohmygod. I love them. Thank you.”

Without embarrassment, I went to the box and grabbed a fresh gooey glazed donut and tore a huge bite from the pastry.

“These are so good. Thank you,” I said around my food, covering my mouth with my hand.

“Yeah, they’re pretty good,” he chuckled.

“So, is Jasmin feeling any better?”

“No. She woke up this morning still not feeling well. I sent her to the doctor. I don’t think it was the Thai food. I think she’s coming down with the flu. ”

“I’m sorry you had to come babysit me instead of going with her.”

“I wanted to come and talk with you anyway. I haven’t had a chance to thank you, yet.”

“Thank me?”

“For Africa. Jasmin told me what happened.”

“No need.”

I didn’t want to think about Africa. Africa made me think about why I was there in the first place, and all that had led to it.

“Bullshit. You took a bullet for her. That doesn’t go unnoticed.”

“It was just a graze. Really, nothing to thank me for.”

“Christ, you sound like Jax.”

My heartrate spiked thinking of him. “You said he left me a note?” I asked around another bite.

“That’s what he said. It should be in the room.”