AceThis shift is taking longer than I ever imagined it could, especially after the news that Violet shared with me. I'm riding with Tank, and thank God he's driving, because I can't seem to stop texting the woman I can still taste on my lips and tongue. My imagination is wondering how far we would have taken it, had we not stopped. I'm definitely down for figuring it out. A: Want to have dinner when I get done? Maybe go dancing? Like an honest-to-God date? Not this thing where we stay locked up in either of our homes. You dress nice, I dress nice, and we let other people see us together? Would you be up for that?I know I'm up for that, I've wanted to show her off for a while, show other people who's stolen my heart, and how happy she makes me. I want to wear the smile on my face that so many of my friends wear on theirs. If anyone had asked me, I would have told them I was happy with the way things were, that it didn't matter I'm single. Fact is, it does matter. I've been w
VioletI feel like I've gone through every piece of clothing I own, but nothing feels good. Frustrated, I reach over to my phone and quickly FaceTime Leighton. If anyone can help me, it's going to be her. "What's going on?" her smiling face asks as the connection is made."I have nothing to wear for a date with Anthony," I complain, as I show her the mess behind me. "I've tried on every piece of clothing I own and nothing looks or feels right." I plop down on the bed with a sigh. "Take pity on me and help me out.""You're going out with him!" she screams."Yes," I laugh."Tonight?" She questions, more excited about this than I am, I think."Yes tonight." I roll my eyes. "Focus, Leigh.""Right," She shakes her head. "Okay, you have plenty to wear, Vi. You have dresses, jeans, everything. Where are you two going?" I can see her situate herself on the couch, her stomach more visible as she enters her sixth month. My eyes watch with a soft smile as she caresses the bump i
Ace"I'm getting dizzy." Violet giggles as I spin her around the dance floor. This particular giggle is something I haven't heard from her before, not this carefree noise that bubbles up from her throat and explodes into a sound that puts goosebumps on my forearms. She's breathing heavily as I pull her into my arms, every part of our bodies touching. I'm breathing hard too, and as we share a breath, I push her away and then bring her back in. Sliding my hand down her back to cup her ass. The song ends, and we break apart to clap. The house band that's playing announces they're going to slow it down a little bit. It's welcome, I'm getting tired. I haven't had a workout like this in a long time. "You need to sit or are you good?" I put my mouth to her ear so she can hear me over the background racket.She shakes her head, smile never leaving her face. "I'm good."A slower tune starts playing from the band on the stage, and she easily slips into my arms. The sounds of every
AceViolet and I have been doing this delicate dance for a while. Since the first moment we met, for sure, but as we've gotten closer, it's been harder for me to ignore the way she makes me feel. The way I want to make her feel. Tonight, I don't have to and the fact is, I don't want to. "Come with me." I grab her hand, leading her down the hallway to my bedroom. I'm sick of being on couches with her, cramped and pressed for time. Tonight we're taking this to my king-size bed. I want to lay her out, have room to work, and be able to show her what I can do.Pushing her back against the mattress, I trail my hands up under her skirt, feeling for the barrier that's been holding her back from me all night. Once I find the lace of her panties, I tug them down her thighs, tossing them behind me. "Ace," she moans when I come up on my knees, shoving her thighs apart. For a moment, I stare at her, wondering how I got to be so lucky, how this woman chose me out of anyone else she could h
VioletFootball Friday night. The phrase is foreign to me. No matter where I've lived, I've never been a participant. Even last year. After everything that happened with Brent, I couldn't bring myself to come out and support Caleb, but with this being his senior year, I feel as if I kind of owe it to him. Sitting next to Anthony on the bleachers, I have my shaker and we're ready to go. "How do I know when something good happens?" I ask as he looks at me like he doesn't want anyone to know we're even here together."The crowd will let you know, the team will let you know, hell I'll let you know. Do you know anything about football?""Other than the fact that Whitney loves it?" I shake my head. "No.""Jesus Christ," he mumbles as he takes a drink of his Coke. "I brought you to a high school football game where these boys could end up state champs, and you have no idea what that even means.""That they're good?" I giggle, laughing at how annoyed he is."Caleb will be pla
Violet"I feel like I'm going to explode," Leighton complains a week later as we clean up from a crazy breakfast rush at The Café."You're pregnant and due in a few weeks. You're supposed to feel that way," I remind her as I pull out a chair for her. "Have a seat, prop those feet up, and let me do the work.""Funny, sometimes Holden says the same thing, only not about cleaning up." She has this naughty look on her face that is one hundred percent my friend.I've been worried about her since they positively identified her mother's body. Especially with the holidays fast approaching, I'm wondering how she's going to handle it. Hopefully with a baby to care for, she won't dwell on it too much. I've watched her since she was given the information, and except for the first few days after it happened, she seems to be doing well. Leighton's a fighter, and I expected nothing less from her."Have you thought of a name yet?" I ask as I go around, wiping off the tables."You just want
AceI grab hold of her shoulders, pushing her back into the hallway, leading to her bedroom. There's one thing I need right now, and that's to know she's mine. I need to bury all these feelings in her and let them come out as something better, something not tainted by the ugliness I see every night."What do you need from me?" she asks as we enter the bedroom, and I'm reaching down to undo the belt at my waist."You," I groan when her fingers push mine away. "I need to know this ugliness I see and experience is for something good. I need to know this won't beat or break me.""It won't, because I won't let it." Violet drops to her knees before me, shoving my pants and underwear down around my ankles. Before I know what's happening, her warm heat has circled my dick, taking it down her throat.I had been hard before, but now I'm granite as she slides her tongue up and down my length. There's no finesse tonight, nothing that remotely reminds me of the loving and caring guy I've
Violet"This weather blows." Leighton grimaces as we watch the rain come down in sheets outside The Café. It's made for a boring shift for both of us. "Since there's been no one in here, all I've done is eat." She puts another fry in her mouth, liberally dipped in ketchup. I'm not sure I've ever seen someone eat as much ketchup as she has since she found out she's pregnant. I laugh, leaning my head against her shoulder. "You're doing great things, like growing a human. You're gonna be hungry. Plus, you're gonna have this baby very soon. You've already dropped.""But if I gain a hundred pounds, Holden's not going to want me anymore." She pushes the fries away, but grabs another anyway."You're crazy, Leigh. I wish you could see what you look like right now. Like really see it." I turn to face her, ready to lay down some truth for her. Since she had to get a pair of maternity jeans, she's almost been having an identity crisis."Like a whale?""Absolutely gorgeous." I put my