VioletIn the last two months, things have settled down. I'm in a routine that I can live with. One that allows me to feel safe but also stretches the boundaries of what makes me feel comfortable. The only thing I would change would be my living situation. I hate being out in the middle of nowhere and wish I could afford to move closer town.I'm wiping down the counter, waiting for The Café to open when Caleb drags himself through the front door. "Morning." I give him a smile.He gives me a look, scrunching up his nose. "It should be illegal to be getting up this early, especially to be in a good mood about it.""When you've been through things I've been through, you're glad to be able to wake up in the morning. You're thankful for it."He raises an eyebrow. "I guess.""C'mon back here." Ernie motions to the younger boy. "I already got enough dishes for you to run a sink full."He sighs but puts on an apron and gets to work. It's a Saturday, I guess I can understand why h
Ace"Where do you want this?" I groan as I hold tightly onto the box that must hold every pot and pan Violet owns."The kitchen," she directs me, as she turns around, pointing to where I need to go.As she does, I try to force my eyes away from the tight pants she's wearing. If there's one thing Violet has, it's a grade A ass. It's firm, tight, and round, with what looks like enough give I could get a good handful if she'd ever let me touch her. Thankful that the box I'm bringing in is hiding what is now an erection, I focus back on the task at hand. Especially when I hear the other helpers stomping up the steps of the porch.Renegade and Tank come in behind me, both holding boxes, waiting for her to give them directions.Whitney comes in, carrying Stella in her arms. "Hey Violet, the couch and chair I was able to get from the warehouse that was going out of business is here. You want me just to have them put it on the porch, then the guys can move it?""Yeah," she answers,
AceApril of the following year…"I'm on vacation, motherfuckers!" I raise my arms in victory as I enter the squad room. My declaration is met with boos and wads of paper being thrown my way. One smacks me across the face, and I shoot the thrower a glare, but I can't blame them. I'm headed for a weekend of fun and sun. They're stuck working a stressful job."Shut the fuck up, Ace." I hear the bitching phrase tossed in my general direction. I can't tell which asshole said it, but I can't be bothered. I deserve this time off as much as anyone else does. The last few months have been some of not only the most stressful, but also enlightening ones of my life. Last time I tried to take a vacation…that shit didn't work out well. I'm beyond excited for this. "It's not my fault all y'all didn't get invited to the wedding of the decade," I reference the union of Renegade and Whitney. Everybody's only been waiting on it for what seems like forever. They'd tried getting married in Oct
Ace"You ever been down to the Gulf before the last time we tried to go?" I break the silence that's encompassed us since we left Laurel Springs an hour ago. You give Violet and me a series on Netflix, a pizza, and a beer, we can talk all night. Apparently, you put us in my truck on a road trip and it's fucking crickets. "No, this is as far south as I've ever lived, and I've never visited the beach or ocean before."This is the first I've heard about this being as far south as she's ever lived. We've never talked about things like this. I take the plunge and ask the question. "Where are you from, Violet?"The windows are down, and within the first thirty minutes she'd pulled her dark hair into a braid. Now she's holding back escaped tendrils with her palm. "Oklahoma," she answers above the whipping of the wind. "How did you end up in Alabama?"This drive has loosened my lips and I'm asking all the questions I always wondered about. There's a good chance she won't answe
Ace"No Anthony! Don't you dare!" she screams as I pull her from the dry, sandy beach, toward the crashing waves on the shoreline. I try not to notice the way her tits shake in the cups of her bikini as we push and pull one another. Try not to notice the beaded nipple against the fabric. It wouldn't take much for me to pull her into my arms and crush her against my chest."C'mon, I'll protect you." I grin at her, grabbing hold of her hand and coaxing her to where the waves and beach meet. "I don't know if I trust you, Ace."I give her my best grin. "Violet, you trust the fuck outta me. It's why we're sharing a bed."Her face blushes a pink shade that matches the skin peeking out from beneath the turquoise bikini she's wearing. The very bikini that had made me do a double take when she'd walked out of our bathroom this morning. Even though she and I have been hanging out, it's typically in sweatpants and t-shirts. What's covering her body today isn't leaving much to the im
Ace"Do you think this is okay?" I turn my gaze from where I'm looking out of our glass balcony doors to the sound of Violet's voice. She stands framed in the doorway of our suite, in the most beautiful dress I've ever seen her in. Having the sister I do, I know a thing or two about dresses. She could give Whitney a run for her money in the southern debutante category.Violet is a vision of a wet dream in this pink/peachy thing with a hem higher in the front to show off her muscular thigh, lower in the back to help showcase the tan she got today. Her arms are on full display and the lace cut outs at the top are playing peak-a-boo with her perfect cleavage. Her long hair is down – I hardly ever see it that way, but it's curly (which I've never seen) and she's got this dark stain on her lips. The stain gives me ideas about how that dark color would look smudged at the corners, or maybe smeared up and down my cock as she goes down on me. "Anthony?" Her voice is full of uncertainty,
VioletAnthony hasn't mentioned the kiss from last night, and I haven't either. To be honest, I'm not sure how to bring it up. If he can't remember it or if he did it because he was drunk, and it meant nothing…it will devastate me.That's not to say it didn't affect me. I went to bed with my lips tingling and spent all night convincing myself not to cuddle up next to his warmth. By not mentioning it, I figure I'm saving us both the embarrassment – him for doing it and me for thinking it might have meant something."You look amazing." Anthony's voice is hoarse as his green eyes sweep up and down my body. I can feel it in the fiber of my being. My skin pricks with awareness, and I can feel my breasts swell against the lace of my bra. I didn't start having actual physical reactions to men until this one came into my life.This dress is the prettiest thing I've ever owned. An aqua blue color with a lace overlay on top, flowers running up and down it. Whitney went through her closet
VioletThree Weeks Later"That's all I have for y'all today." The teacher at the front of the class checks her watch. "I know it's fifteen minutes early, but let's go ahead and cut out. I'm sure we've all had a long day."When I started night classes, I wasn't sure what to expect since before this I didn't have more than a high school education. There was a fear I wouldn't measure up to the other students, but I learned quickly we all had our own stories. Meeting Karina Holland changed my academic life. She'd tutored Leighton in one of the subjects she needed some help with, and when I told her off-handedly I wanted to go back to school, she'd made it happen. As I put my backpack on my shoulders and pick up my bottle of water, she stops in front of me, a welcoming smile on her face."You doin' okay, Violet?""I am." And I mean it. The last few months have been difficult, but I'm happy with this life I've carved out for myself. I'm doing better than I ever imagined I would be.