Untamed: (Heath & Violet) (Beg For It) (24 page)

“I missed you today,”
I told her, already heavy-lidded and husky with desire. I reached my
hands out along her thighs, and she parted for me as I stroked.

“You make me so
crazy!” She pulled my elastic waistband down and my cock sprang
free. The sound she made deep in her throat when she saw it, thick
and erect, made me even harder. I was so much bigger than her I still
couldn’t believe she could take me all the way in, but when
something worked so perfectly you didn’t ask why. You just took off
your pants and entered the party.

Once I had her naked, I
gripped her bare ass cheeks with my large hands and brought her right
up to the edge of the counter. The sight of us together, her pussy so
pink and flushed and glistening wet, my cock thick with veins and
tense for release, it was almost like a drug. The only thing better
was sliding into her, feeling her tight, slick heat fisting around my
shaft.

“Fuck!” I cried
out, easing my way in, feeling her adjust to my size. I knew I was a
bastard for it, but I loved seeing the look on her face, the
wide-eyed shock at my girth. It wasn’t the discomfort I caused her
that turned me on. It was her eagerness at overcoming it, her
desperation at working her way down on my cock and taking all of me
in. We fed off each other, she and I, our mutual arousal stoking the
fires even brighter.

She leaned back on her
elbows, and I brought her feet up and over my shoulders, first one,
then the other. I had her good and firm in my grip, my hands grabbing
a strong, firm hold on her ass so I could fuck her deep.

“That’s so—!”
Her words melted into a cry as she threw her head back, eyes closed
and kept her legs spread nice and wide.

“Deep,” I finished
for her, burying my cock to the hilt. My balls slapped up against
her, our skin slick as my rhythm increased. Keeping my hold on her
with one hand, I brought the other up to play with her clit.

“Heath!” She
screamed out as I pressed on her swollen, aching bud, circling and
pushing, working in time with my thrusts.

“I want you to come
for me baby,” I told her, relentless. “And pinch your nipples for
me when you do it.”

She groaned, easing
herself back down on the counter and bringing her hands up to cup her
tits. So full and plump on her slender frame, she had the best
breasts I’d ever seen, and so sensitive. Her thighs quivered, her
breath coming in short, sharp pants.

“That’s it,” I
praised her, watching her grip her breasts, her fingers pressing in.
She liked an edge to her lovemaking, just like I did. Not too sweet,
not too rough, just the right mix of both. “Now come!” I
commanded, gruff, and damn if she didn’t comply like a good girl,
her ass bucking right off the counter as she smashed her pussy into
my cock, grinding her clit into my thumb. She pinched her nipples,
hard, like I’d told her, her mouth open in a full scream of
pleasure.

I started working in
earnest now, taking her peak and working it right back up into
another one. My balls ached, filled with come. Now that we were going
bare, it nearly drove me insane to come right inside of her.

The noises she made,
grunts and whimpers, let me know how hard she was working to take all
of me in, to get off again on my cock. She pressed her palms down
against the counter for more purchase, so she could tilt her hips and
push back into my thrusts. So desperate.

“That feel good,
baby?” I murmured, both hands now up to her hips to bring her back
down again and again onto my huge cock, fucking her relentlessly. She
moaned, her eyes rolling back, her breasts jiggling from my thrusts.
“You like how I fuck you?”

“Yes!” she cried
out. The dirtier I talked, the more turned on she got. We made a
great team.

“I like watching how
hard you work on my cock,” I told her, watching the sweat glisten
on her body. She groaned, opening her eyes to look up at me.

“You going to come
again for me?” I asked, feeling it build up in me, the intense
release rushing up so close to the surface.

“Yes!” She bit her
lip, watching me fuck her, fascinated, fixated on my giant cock
glistening and coated by her own juices, slipping and sliding fast
and demanding again and again into her pussy.

“You ready for my
come?”

Her eyes closed again
and her mouth opened with a scream of pleasure. It reminded me how
she’d opened up her mouth and sucked me so good in the back of the
store yesterday. She’d sucked and swallowed every last drop.

“Fuck!” I exploded
in her, gushing come deep into her molten center. She quivered and
climaxed around me, crying out and gasping. It felt like I came and
then kept on coming, wave after wave pounding up and through me,
driving deep into her, and she kept taking it all.

Finally I dropped my
hands down to the countertop and rested my weight on them. I was used
to brutal workouts. I liked that feeling of physical exhaustion and
frequently pushed myself to the point of collapse. But sex with
Violet made my workouts look like child’s play.

She looked up at me,
dazed and flushed and magnificent.

“Hey.” I smiled at
her and gave her a full kiss. Even the feel of her slender fingers
winding through my hair did me in.

“I don’t know what
you do to me,” she murmured, sounding amazed.

“Pretty sure I know
what I just did.” My grin widened with male pride. She brought it
out in me. She cuffed me gently on the shoulder.

I picked her up and
walked us over to the shower. I’d turned her comment into a joke,
but I knew what she meant. This thing we had between us, it was good
and it was real and I didn’t want her to get on that plane
tomorrow.

We washed up and she
slipped into my favorite outfit on her—my T-shirt, oversized and
sliding off one of her shoulders, no bra and just a little lacy pair
of her panties. We started fixing ourselves some dinner. Had I had my
planning hat on earlier today, I would have figured out something
impressive to make her seeing as how it was her last night in Watson.
But I’d been so consumed with wanting to see her again instead of
planning how to make it perfect when I saw her again that we just
cooked up some bacon to make ourselves BLTs.

“You’d think I’d
be a better cook,” she laughed, narrowly missing cutting herself as
she sliced the tomato. “I did it every night in high school.”

“But you probably
haven’t done much since?”

“No, no one cooks in
L.A. At least not anyone I know.” She got to talking, telling me
about her life there, the hectic pace, how hours would typically pass
before she remembered to eat. Sounded to me like she needed someone
to take care of her.

“How’re you feeling
about heading back there?” I had to ask. It was on both of our
minds. How could it not be?

Her voice grew more
quiet. “You know, when I first got here, I couldn’t wait to
leave. Now?” She looked up and her eyes glimmered with the hint of
tears.

“Hey, now.” I took
her in my arms and held her close.

“I don’t want to
say good-bye,” she murmured, sounding little and muffled in my
chest.

“Who said anything
about good-bye?” I kissed the top her head, breathing in her honey
vanilla scent. “You’re not getting rid of me that easy.”

She smiled up at me and
brushed away the sadness with her hand. “If everything goes the way
I hope it does Friday, they’ll be sending me back to start
production.”

“That right?” I
brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. Toast popped out of the
toaster and I turned to grab it. “So, you think they’re going to
go for it?”

“I have to pitch it
just right.” She crossed her arms against her chest, a determined
gleam alighting in her eyes. “But I know we could do a cool show
here. I just have to convince them.”

“Won’t be their
typical type of show, though, will it?” I didn’t want to cloud
over her hopes, but I had to admit, as much as I loved our little
town of Watson, I didn’t see any pitch selling the Fame! Network on
a cutesy homespun warm and fuzzy show featuring eccentric Vermont
townsfolk and their fabulous brews, food and crafts. Violet might be
in for a let down.

“No, it won’t but
that’s what they want!” she insisted, undeterred. “They want
something new and fresh! I just have to show them this is the right
direction.”

“OK, I’ll let you
sort that out.” It wasn’t up to me, anyway. The way I saw it, we
had a win-win on our hands. If the network passed on her pitch,
Watson would stay the same off-the-radar hidden gem it always had
been and I’d hunt her down, anyway. This wasn’t over between us,
not by a long shot. But if the network said yes, Watson’s business
owners would get some PR and I’d just need to lay low for a few
months. I was good at that. Plus, Violet would be back in town so
laying low would be exactly what I wanted to do, for hours on end.

But there was something
back in L.A. that I very much did consider my business. “I do want
to know about this guy you’ve mentioned a couple of times. Victor,
Vinny…?”

“Vincent.” She
studied her tomato once again.

“You’re not seeing
him anymore, right?” I didn’t know what had gone down between
them in the past, and from what she’d said it hadn’t been
serious. But whatever they’d had? That was over. Call me a
Neanderthal, a brute, a caveman, it didn’t matter. I didn’t
share.

“No, I’m not.”
She shook her head, then looked up at me. “What we had was…nothing,
really. I’m not even sure I need to break up with him.”

“Do it just in case.”

She laughed. “He’ll
probably be like, ‘who’s this?’” I had a difficult time
imagining any man not remembering Violet. The mere thought of someone
else touching her had me wanting to rip his head off with my bare
hands. “I’ll do it, Heath.” She reached her hand over and
stroked my forearm. She must have seen how much I hated the idea of
another man in her life.

She told me more to
reassure me, about the hookup culture of L.A., about how no one took
anything seriously. “Things like monogamy or intimacy, they’re
totally uncool. What’s cool is hooking up and not remembering the
person’s name the next morning.”

I took her hand in mine
and looked straight into her eyes. “I’m not like that.”

She swallowed and
flushed again. “It’s never made me happy,” she admitted,
looking guilty at the revelation.

“Why would it? It
sounds awful.” I knew those kinds of people, the ones who selfishly
rampaged through life, treating everyone else like a potential
acquisition. I hadn’t missed them at all in my solitary years.

She nodded in
agreement, but still looked uncomfortable. In a quiet voice, looking
at the floor she added, “I’ve never…I’ve never gotten serious
with anyone before.” I grabbed her glass of wine, my beer and
steered us over to the couch. The BLTs would wait. Putting our drinks
within reach on a table, I wrapped an arm around her and nuzzled
behind her ear.

“Tell me what’s on
your mind.” Something was worrying her and I wanted to work it out.

She started talking and
unloaded a whole lot, how she’d dated a bunch but always kept
herself in reserve. “I guess my mom kind of scared me off guys,”
she confessed, but instantly corrected herself. “I mean, it was a
good message. Be independent, self-sufficient. But there was also
that—don’t count on men because you can’t trust them.”

I nodded. My mother had
definitely felt that way after finding out about my father’s
infidelity. She’d remarried, but to a stodgy old lawyer so formal
and stiff he might as well be a wooden post. The light had gone right
out of her eyes at my father’s betrayal, and as far as I knew it
had never come back.

“I know something
about that,” I agreed, stroking her hair, so soft and smooth like
silk.

“You do?”

I nodded. “Getting
scared off of relationships by your parents’ mistakes.” I didn’t
talk much—make that at all—about my family and background, but I
wanted Violet to know I didn’t think she was some kind of emotional
freak. And she made me feel so good, so relaxed and happy and
trusting, I felt like I could talk to her about anything and
everything.

“Have you every
gotten serious with anyone?” she asked.

“No.” I shook my
head. “I’ve dated. And I’ve slept with some women I probably
shouldn’t have.”

“Bitches,” she
hissed.

I laughed, enjoying her
jealousy. “Only time I thought I felt serious before was in
college. Until I overheard her making fun of me.”

“She what?” Violet
pulled away, indignation lighting up her eyes, claws out and at the
ready. I liked that look on her, too, the protective she-demon with a
vendetta.

“It’s OK, baby.”
I rubbed her shoulder and pulled her to me again. “I don’t care
anymore.”

“What’d she say
about you?” Violet relaxed a little, but still sounded pissed off.

“She called me a
caveman.”

“A caveman?”

I shrugged. “At the
time it mattered. Now I could care less.” I leaned down to kiss
her. She reached her hand up to stroke my cheek as she kissed me
back.

“You are kind of a
caveman,” she teased.

“I do want to drag
you into a dark cave,” I agreed, dipping lower to lick and suck on
her throat. I could feel the vibrations when she moaned, how her
desire welled up from deep inside of her. “I could keep you here
and never let you go.”

She raked her nails
down my bicep as she sighed, “I’d like that.”

“I wouldn’t go easy
on you.” I toyed with her, my fingers circling around her pebbled
nipples. Lightly, I brushed over the tips, enjoying the way she
sucked in her breath, how she bit her lip and looked at me, so sultry
and hungry all at once. “I might tie you down and see how far I
could push you,” I murmured, teasing her aroused points. “How wet
I could get you. How much I could make you beg.”