35. Sawyer

Chapter 35

Sawyer

I still can’t believe Grant let us talk him into having a birthday party, but I’m grateful for the excuse to let loose a little—and that Violet agreed to come too. She seemed a little surprised when I asked her to go with me. I know she worried it would be a bit risky for us to show up together, but I don’t think it will be. And even more than that, there’s some part of me that doesn’t even care anymore.

Would it be the worst thing if people found out about us?

I have to shove that thought away, along with the primal, caveman-like urge to claim Violet publicly, to mark her as mine somehow. It’s stupid to even have those thoughts when I know I’m still not cut out for another long-term relationship. And even if I was, she’s got a whole new life waiting for her in LA after this. She’s young, with an amazing future ahead of her, and this fling we’re having doesn’t change any of that.

I hired Kelsey to watch Jake tonight, and although he doesn’t adore her the same way he does Violet, he was perfectly happy to see her when she arrived.

He’s downstairs playing with her now, as Violet and I finish getting ready in our respective bedrooms. I’m not sure how formal the night’s supposed to be, but knowing Grant, he won’t want anything fancy, so I opt for a simple Henley in a dark blue color— I didn’t just pick it because it’s Violet’s favorite , I tell myself—and a pair of nice jeans.

A small, pink item rests on the nightstand by my bed, and after I check my reflection in the door-mounted mirror one more time, I tuck it into my back pocket and head quietly down the hall to Violet’s room.

The door is hanging half open, and I can see into her room as I approach. She’s fussing with her soft blonde hair, a look of concentration on her face, and my hungry gaze sweeps over her. She’s wearing a royal blue dress in a soft fabric that’s practically begging me to run my hands over it. The dress falls just past her knees, and her feet are wrapped in a pair of heels with crisscrossing straps.

I knock softly on the door, then open it the rest of the way, and she glances toward me as I enter.

“Well, we’re either going to be an hour late, or I’m going to be wearing my hair down,” she tells me as I step inside and close the door behind me. “I can’t get it to stay up in anything even remotely like an actual style. Are you?—”

Her words break off in a yelp as I tug her toward me. I press her back against the door and kiss her like a starving man, bracketing her jaw with my hand as I angle her head to deepen the kiss.

“Leave it down,” I murmur when our lips finally part, fixing her smudged lipstick with my thumb. “You look incredible, just like this. Like a fucking queen.”

Her hazel eyes gleam as one side of her mouth tilts upward. “How do you always know just what to say?”

“Because I always tell the truth,” I reply firmly, kissing her again to prove my point. She looks good enough to fucking eat.

She lets out a sound that’s half laugh and half sigh as we separate, reaching up to wipe my lips with her delicate fingers. I must have gotten a bit of lipstick on them, since I can’t seem to keep my mouth away from hers.

“There,” she says, tipping her head to one side as she surveys her work. “Can’t have anyone knowing that you were defiling me before we got to the party.”

A chuckle rolls through my chest, and I slip one hand around her waist, pulling her flush against me as I reach into my back pocket and pull out the wearable vibrator that’s waiting there.

“Speaking of defiling you…” I hold it up so she can see it. “I want to check another item off your bucket list tonight.”

Violet’s jaw falls open, her eyes going wide. Recognition flares in their depths as her pupils expand, and my cock twitches in response.

“Do you know what this is?” I ask, although I’m pretty sure I already know the answer.

“A vibrator,” she whispers. “A wearable one.”

“That’s right.”

I nod, fighting down the hardening of my cock. This is supposed to be about her, not me, and showing up to Grant’s party with a hard-on tenting my pants will be anything but subtle.

“I got so fucking jealous of your vibrator that night when you sent me a picture of it,” I murmur, dropping my head to press teasing kisses to her neck and shoulder as I trail my free hand downward, gathering up the fabric of her dress to give me access to the spot between her legs. “It drove me fucking crazy, listening to your little sounds, wondering what you were doing to yourself with it. Wishing it could be me making you come so hard.”

“Fuck, Sawyer…”

The way she whimpers my name sends a bolt of heat through me, and I nip at her skin, making her gasp.

“So now it’s my turn,” I go on. “I get to be the one in control of the vibrator this time. I get to be the one making you feel good. The one in charge of when you come. I’ll be in charge of everything. All you have to do is be a good girl and take it.”

“God, that sounds—” She breaks off suddenly, her drooping eyelids flying open as I lift my head to meet her gaze. “You mean…?” She lowers her voice to a whisper. “You want me to wear it tonight? ”

“Of course.” I smirk. “Was that not clear?”

Her mouth forms a perfect ‘O’ shape as she stares at me. I can practically see the gears in her mind turning, calculating the odds about whether this will give us away entirely. About whether she thinks she can stay quiet, maybe.

Fuck, I don’t care if she can’t. Let the whole damn world know she’s mine.

I don’t voice that thought out loud, sliding my hand between her legs instead. Her panties are already damp to the touch, and I tug them aside and drag a finger through her folds.

“You’re so fucking wet, heartbreaker,” I murmur. “Does that mean you’ll do it? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

She shakes her head quickly, her breath coming faster as she squirms against my hand. “No, I want to.”

“Good fucking girl.”

I kiss her again, trying to get my fill of her addictive taste since I know I won’t be able to touch her all night while we’re surrounded by my teammates. Then I drop to my knees in front of her, bunching the fabric of her dress up at her waist before dragging her panties halfway down her thighs.

She watches me with a banked flame in her hazel eyes as I bring the small, u-shaped vibrator closer to her pussy. I slide it against her clit, teasing her with it and coating it in her wetness before I gently start to push it inside. Without even being prompted, she spreads her legs a little wider, giving me better access as I work the vibrator into her pussy. When it’s in place, the smaller half of the u-shape curls up to rest against her clit.

“Well, that’s a pretty sight,” I murmur hoarsely. “Should we test it out?”

Violet nods, licking her lips as she gazes down at me. I slide her panties back into place and let her dress fall back down around her legs, then push back up to my feet and reach into my front pocket, where the small remote control for the vibrator sits. Wrapping my hand around it, I press the button to turn on the toy.

Violet hisses out a breath and stumbles forward a little, catching herself with a hand on my shoulder. She bites her lip, letting out a tiny squeak.

Fuck, she’s so goddamn gorgeous .

It takes everything I have not to drag the vibrator out and tear off her clothes right here and now to fuck her. But instead, I turn the vibrator off, letting her catch her breath.

She straightens, look a little dazed as she blinks rapidly.

“Guess it works,” I observe, my voice low. Trailing fingers along her jaw, I add, “Although you might need to work on your poker face.”

“I would’ve practiced if I’d known I was gonna need it,” she tells me, rolling her eyes—but I can see the heated amusement in their depths.

She’s enjoying this just as much as I am.

And the fact that she trusts me enough to give me control like this? I like that a hell of a lot.

“I’ll go make sure the sitter is all set with Jake,” I tell her. “Meet me downstairs when you’re ready.”

I steal another kiss from her and leave the room, spinning the remote between my fingers in my pocket. I’m not going to use it again until we get to the party, but I’d be a damn liar if I said I wasn’t tempted to switch it on right now.

Jake and Kelsey are deep in the middle of a game of Uno when I get downstairs, and I interrupt them long enough to tell him goodnight and that he should behave for his babysitter.

“I will, Daddy,” he says, wrapping his arms around my legs to hug me goodbye. I press a kiss to the top of his head and then glance at Kelsey. “Thanks again for coming to fill in.”

She nods. “No problem. Jake and I will have a fun time.”

Their game gets interrupted one more time when Violet comes downstairs a couple minutes later and Jake leaps to his feet to give her a goodbye squeeze. She brushes her hand through his messy dark hair fondly, promising that she’ll pick up with the story she’s been telling him tomorrow night when she puts him to bed.

I resist the urge to rest my hand on her lower back as I lead her outside. We’re already pushing it by showing up to Grant’s party together, so I need to keep myself in line tonight—or as in line as possible, knowing that Violet is still wearing the little vibrator I slid inside her.

A car is waiting for us outside, and Violet flashes me a surprised look as I open the back door for her.

“Hey, we might as well show up in style,” I tell her with a grin. “And I didn’t want either of us to have to worry about driving.”

She ducks down to slide onto the seat, flashing just a hint of her long, tanned leg as she gets in, and I surreptitiously adjust myself, willing my cock to behave. Then I close the door gently before I join her on the other side. The driver already knows where we’re going, so we roll off toward the venue as soon as my door is closed, and my gaze drifts over to Violet in the seat next to me.

Her cheeks are still lightly flushed, and as we drive down the streets of Denver, she keeps glancing at me out of the corner of her eye.

I can tell the anticipation is killing her. Honestly, it’s killing me too. There’s nothing I’d love more than to turn the vibrator on right now, to roll up the partition between us and the driver, then watch her squirm and gasp.

But I hold off, keeping my expression neutral and my gaze fixed straight ahead.

“You’re an evil man,” Violet whispers, her voice breathy, and I chuckle.

“Oh, heartbreaker. You have no idea.”

Even though I leave the vibrator off for the entire drive, I can tell Violet is worked up and on edge by the time we get close to the venue. She keeps shifting her weight on the seat as if she’s trying to get a little friction where she needs it most, but I know it’s not enough.

She needs more.

And I’m going to give it to her .