Page 129 of The Havenport Collection

Callum

I walked closer and placed my hands on her shoulders. A gesture intended to soothe her only seemed to rile her up more.

“I’m not my best right now.” I didn’t know what compelled me to be so brutally honest with her, but Violet brought that out in me. I had no desire to pretend or to put on a show for her. With her I could be my regular, messy self.

I wanted her so badly. But I also knew that I was no good for her. She deserved someone amazing, and right now I was anything but.

She tilted my chin down to look at her. “Not your best? Dude, listen to yourself. This, right here, is your problem. You overthink everything. You live in your own head.”

I shrugged. She wasn’t wrong.

“Stop thinking and just feel, okay.” She moved closer so that our bodies were flush. “You let your anxieties drive the bus and clearly not your dick.”

The heat of her body was making my pulse race. “You think my dick can drive a bus?” My face split into a grin.

She got a little flustered, and it was adorable. “It’s certainly big enough, well at least from my very cursory inspection. I suppose with a closer look I could develop my thesis further…”

I cut her off with a kiss. She was right. It was time to feel, not think, and the minute our lips touched, all my carefully cultivated anxieties disappeared.

This was no gentle, careful kiss like at the fireworks.

It was intense and desperate. She wrapped her arms around my neck, deepening the kiss and lighting up every cell in my body.

My hands drifted down to her ass and squeezed hard.

She moaned into my mouth, rubbing herself against my rock-hard cock.

She nibbled my bottom lip, and I surged my hips against her, letting her feel my length.

“Let’s go to the barn,” she said, as I began kissing her neck and finally letting my hands roam all over her body.

I dragged my body away from hers and grabbed her hand. We ran, like horny teenagers, toward the old barn where our bodies collided in passion again.

I had never seen Violet like this, so sultry and so focused. She kissed me wildly, running her hands through my hair and setting every cell of my body on fire.

I should have stopped. I should have broken away from the kiss. But I couldn’t. My brain was solely focused on this amazing woman and was not capable of making decisions.

It felt good. To act on instinct, on desire, instead of overthinking.

We were up in the old hayloft—I wasn’t even sure how we got here, but I would be damned if I didn’t make the most of this opportunity. It was a warm night, and the air was thick and sticky up here. I needed to feel her skin. I needed to touch her, to taste her, to have her.

Slowly, I inched her dress up her hips, pulling it over her head until she was standing in her bra and panties.

I stepped back and stared at her. It was dark, but the exterior lights cast a gentle glow in the room. Her lips were kiss swollen and her long fiery hair was cascading over her shoulders. Her skin glowed, and her eyes were hungry with desire.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Violet.”

Without breaking eye contact, Violet reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. It dropped to the floor between us, and my heart almost jumped out of my chest.

I couldn’t wait one more second to have my hands on her. I pounced like a cat, kissing her neck and cupping those perfect breasts.

“I have dreamed about these tits,” I whispered into her ear. “They are so perfect. You are so perfect.”

She laughed softly. “I am not perfect, Cal, but I am not about to argue with the hot guy feeling me up.” I continued to kiss her neck, breathing in her intoxicating scent. “I have done some dreaming myself, so get naked,” she commanded.

I stepped back and pulled my shirt off. I enjoyed the way her eyes roamed hungrily down my chest and abs. “Pants too, Quinn,” she ordered, sitting back on an old table to enjoy the show.

I rolled my eyes and slowly unbuckled my belt, maintaining eye contact with her the entire time. I peeled my jeans down slowly and watched her bite her bottom lip as she saw the erection straining my boxer briefs. Her breasts heaved as her body shook with anticipation.

“You like what you see?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. This was one area where I was not self-conscious.

She licked her lips and crooked her finger at me, beckoning me forward. I was powerless to resist her.

Our bodies collided like magnets, hands and lips everywhere.

Our chemistry was electric, and I could think of nothing else but the goddess in my arms. “I have wanted this for so long,” I said between kisses.

“I need to feel you, Violet. I need to taste you. I need to experience everything your incredible body has to offer.”

She bit down on my lower lip hard as she stroked me through my boxers. I liked that she was so playful and assertive.

“I’ve been fucking my hand for weeks thinking about you. And you are so much better than any fantasy.” I moaned as she got her hands around me. She was pulling at my boxers, breaking away and trying to lean down. She smiled at me as she lowered her lips.

I caught her by the shoulder. “Not so fast, Violet, I’ve been waiting so long for this. Me first.”

She pouted, and the fire in her eyes almost put me over the edge. “Trust me. I fall asleep at night thinking about your sweet lips wrapped around my dick. But slow down. I want to explore.”

I dropped to my knees and eased her panties down over her legs. I sat back on my heels, admiring the view of Violet, spread out naked in the barn. Her milky thighs parted, revealing a thatch of red curls already damp with desire.

I kissed my way down her collarbone to her breasts, lavishing each with attention as she moaned, unable to contain her lust. I kissed and teased her as I got closer and closer to my destination. She was writhing on the table, gripping the edge, and I felt invincible.

“This is the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.” I kissed and licked and teased her, savoring every moan and gasp. She responded to every touch, every flick of my tongue, as though it was the greatest thing she had ever experienced.

“Callum,” she panted as I lavished her clit with attention.

I picked my head up. She was leaning back on the table, her hair falling wildly around her shoulders and her back arched, giving me a view of her magnificent tits. Hearing my name on her lips drove me wild, and I was determined to make her say it again.

I dove back in, quickening my pace. I eased one finger inside her and then two. She was unbearably tight, and I could feel her muscles clench around my fingers as she moaned.

“Do you like this, Violet?” I asked while continuing to stroke her with my fingers. “Do you like my tongue on your pussy?”

She arched her back again and gasped. “Yes. I love it.”

“Good. Because I’m just getting started.” This was unbelievable. Violet was spread out in front of me, and I was going to make her come so hard she would forget her own name.

She was panting and moaning as her hips jerked against my mouth. I kept up the pace, using one hand to anchor her as my mouth and fingers worked their magic.

“Oh my God, Callum,” she screamed as I felt her let go. I didn't stop, letting her ride my face as she climaxed. I kept licking and sucking as she panted and moaned, savoring her sweet taste.

She pushed me away, panting. “That,”—she tried to catch her breath—“was fucking amazing.” Her hair was wild, and her eyes were glowing, and I couldn’t think straight.

I wanted to claim her, possess her, make her mine.

It was illogical, but my dick was not capable of listening to logic at the moment.

She was flushed and naked, and I needed to fuck her more than I needed to breathe.

I leaned in to kiss her. “Taste yourself.” I pulled her hair, tilting her head back. She moaned into my mouth, and I was in heaven.

Before I could make my next move, I heard a strange noise. “What is that?” I asked, kissing her neck.

She was stroking me now, her small, strong hands wrapped around my hard shaft. “I don’t know.” She moaned as I bit her earlobe.

Suddenly, she sat back. “Oh, fuck. It’s my phone.”

She fumbled on the floor where she had dropped her dress, standing up, buck naked with the phone to her ear. “Mom? What’s wrong?”

She nodded and paced. “I’m on my way. Yes. I’m still at the fire pit. I’ll be there in five minutes.”

She dropped the phone and looked at me. Her face fell.

“Henry had a terrible nightmare and has been asking for me. My mom can’t get him back to bed.”

I nodded, unsure what to say. I feared the spell was broken.

She walked toward me, my beautiful goddess, and gently touched my chest. “I’m so sorry, Cal,” she whispered.

“It’s okay.” I bent down and kissed her gently. “Go. I’ll clean up and put the fire out. Henry needs you.”

She wrapped her arms around me and kissed my cheek. “Thank you. Tonight was amazing.”

We broke away as she threw on her clothes and ran down the rickety old stairs with a bit of hay in her hair.

I stood for a few minutes, staring out at the moon illuminating the orchard, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

I stood there as the content tightness in my chest began to loosen.

Tonight changed things for me. I wanted Violet.

I wanted all of her. And I wasn’t going to stop until I made her mine.