Untamed: (Heath & Violet) (Beg For It) (37 page)

“Oh you do?” She
pulled my shirt up over my head, proving two could play at that
quick-to-undress game.

“Come here.” I took
her hand and led her to the edge of the bed then sat down. She smiled
and started to lean down to kiss me, but I surprised her by spinning
her around. Completely naked, she stood in front of the mirror on our
bedroom closet door. “See how fun it is to watch?” I reached up
and toyed with her breasts, cupping, massaging, rolling her sweet,
pink nipples lightly in my thick fingers.

She watched me playing
with her, the sight of my big hands grasping her breasts, and I could
tell she liked it. Her lips parted, and she started breathing faster.
I bet her pussy was getting nice and slick. I reached my hand around
and gently dipped my finger in. So hot and wet. Watching her watch in
the mirror, I started playing with her clit, finding the sensitive
nub and rubbing it just how she liked.

“Oh!” Her knees
buckled slightly as she watched. She liked seeing me grab her, toy
with her.

“You see how wet you
get, baby?” I asked, showing her the fingers I’d used to stroke
her pussy. In the mirror, she could see them glisten. She moaned,
gazing at them. When I brought my fingers back, she was even wetter.
I shifted my weight, moving closer to the edge of the bed, then
brought my legs between hers.

“Spread open. Wide.”
I pushed her thighs apart and she straddled me, bringing her pussy
down close over my cock. The sight of her luscious, curved ass
hovering right over my shaft was almost too much to take. But I
wanted to make sure she was enjoying her view, too.

“You see how you can
watch like this?” I asked, and her eyes widened at the image of us,
her down on my lap facing the mirror. “You’re going to watch us
fuck, Violet. You’re going to watch yourself come.”

“Oh!” she moaned. I
loved talking dirty to her, saying just the right things to set her
inner naughty girl free. “You want me on your cock?” she asked,
positioning her wet entrance right on my tip.

In response, I grasped
her hips. Holding her there tight, I thrust up inside of paradise,
her tight, wet walls clenching like a tight fist around my hard cock.
She screamed, arching back in response. No matter how many times I
entered her, I knew I always stretched her.

“Yes,” I growled,
grasping her long hair in my firm hand, keeping her secure on me.
“Take me in. I want to see you work on my cock.”

Wet, quivering, she
started moving, up and down, taking my cock deep inside her, then
pulling up, then down again. It felt so good, getting a rhythm going,
as she pushed her pussy down onto my huge, fat shaft.

“See how sexy you
are?” I asked, directing her attention to the mirror. So
unselfconscious, so into it, she ground and pumped relentlessly on me
while I played with her clit. Hair all tousled, nipples erect, lips
pouty, she looked like a woman who knew how to fuck. And that she
was.

“Is that good?” she
asked, the wanton seductress, sinking her pussy all the way down onto
my cock, building the rhythm, picking up the pace.

“So good,” I
groaned. I could tell she was already getting close. So I took my
hand off her clit. I didn’t want her to come too soon. I wanted her
to work for it. When I denied her instant gratification, she
whimpered in frustration.

“You know I always
make you beg for it.” I tormented her, grabbing her tits in my big
hands as I rocked into her deep. Her eyes nearly rolled back in her
head as she sank back into my chest.

“Oh, yes!” she
cried out, giving herself over as I impaled her.

“Watch yourself in
the mirror,” I ordered.

She opened her eyes and
saw my hands grabbing her breasts as they jiggled from my forceful
thrusts. A moan escaped at the erotic sight of me pumping into her
again and again. Her thighs tensed and quivered.

“You going to come,
baby?” I asked, thrusting up deep.

“Yes!” she cried
out.

“Watch yourself
come!” I commanded. Her eyes locked on her reflection as I pinched
her nipples, hard. The sight of me gripping her, claiming her as she
sank her pussy down onto my cock unleashed her orgasm, tearing
through her. She screamed and came on my cock, as my own come flooded
up and into her. I kept right on gripping her, my touch growing less
rough, more soothing, as we rested and relaxed into the final
shudders.

I brought a hand to her
belly, pulling her to me as I kissed her neck.

“Even better than my
fantasies,” I marveled, smiling. Violet always was.

“Right back at you,”
she smiled back.

Yes, being with Violet
was the stuff of dreams. I just hoped her hopes and dreams lined up
with mine. They had so far, but I had something big planned for the
holiday party. She didn’t know yet, and I hoped she liked what I
had in store.

Violet

Heath cleaned up so
good. Seriously, seeing him in a tux at his family’s ritzy annual
holiday party you’d never know he was actually a wild beast.
Tailored to his massive shoulders and lean waist, he looked straight
out of a James Bond film right on up to his clean-shaven handsome and
rugged face.

The fun thing about
admiring his movie-star quality good looks was knowing that deep
down, he was still my mountain man. Tonight he was all wrapped up in
a glossy package and damn did he look fine doing it. But later this
week we’d be back up at the cabin in Vermont, toasty and warm in
front of a crackling fire wearing absolutely nothing at all as he
took me like an animal all night long. It got me hot just thinking
about it.

I’d chosen a
floor-length, scarlet gown for the party, and I felt like royalty as
we arrived at the Waldorf-Astoria. Because didn’t everybody host
their annual holiday party at the Waldorf? Yeah, right. Growing up,
Mom would string some colored lights at the salon, mix up a bowl of
punch, and she and the stylists would do a cookie swap. That was fun,
too, but there were less paparazzi at that event.

Tonight at the Waldorf,
the limo let us out and cameramen clustered taking our photo as we
stepped up the red-carpeted entry steps. They were mostly there for
Heath’s brother, Ash, but his oldest brother, Colt, drew a lot of
press, too, as the dashing young bachelor CEO of Kavanaugh
Industries. The guest list included the crème de la crème of New
York society, plus a few British royals thrown in for good measure.
Cameras flashing all around me, I smiled and enjoyed the VIP
celebrity treatment. It wasn’t how I wanted to live every day, but
for the occasional night out? Why, thank you! I strut my stuff next
to Heath. He guided me through it all at a fairly rapid clip, but he
didn’t growl and swat at them like King Kong, either.

I couldn’t say either
he or I were completely comfortable with the fabulously wealthy and
famous Kavanaugh family, but we were both getting there. Over the
past year it had been amazing watching him grow more and more adept
at striking a good balance, connecting more with his brothers and
sister while still maintaining his strong and sure independence. He’d
always be his own man. And as far as I was concerned, he was still
exactly the same gruff and tough hunk I’d fallen for back in
January, straight-shooting, solid as a rock and hotter than hell. He
just also happened to be a multi-millionaire. Imagine that?

His oldest brother,
Colt, was more connected than anyone I’d ever met. He’d done so
much for us over the past few months my head still swam. He’d
helped grow all the local artists’ businesses up in Watson, helping
them gain a radically bigger audience for their work.

As for me? I’d just
finished wrapped up filming the first season of
Love
Your Local
. It was exactly the show I’d wanted to make,
featuring unique, amazing finds in six different spots across the
country. We’d aired episode one, featuring Watson, Vermont, last
week and the buzz around it was crazy good, thanks in large part to
Colt. When that man set his mind on something, he really knew how to
make things happen. I pitied anyone who tried to stand in his way.

Thankfully, his
interests were perfectly aligned with Heath’s and mine, and we’d
all worked together surprisingly well over the past several months.
It now looked like I had a hit show on my hands. It was everything
I’d worked for and more. It really struck me as funny—I’d spent
all those years clawing my way to the top in L.A., but it was only
after I stepped away that I achieved what I’d wanted. I guess that
was how life worked. The harder you tried to grab for the brass ring,
the farther off it seemed to get. But once you relaxed a little and
let yourself enjoy the ride, that was when you found yourself with
the ring plus a cherry on top.

I felt happy, really
happy, and the interesting thing was how little of it had to do with
whether or not the show was a success. Ratings and numbers were just
that, statistics. What mattered more was how much fun I’d had in
the filming, discovering all those tucked-away diners, undiscovered
talents and hilarious local personalities with stories to share.

And you want to know
what mattered most? The deep-down happy I felt with Heath. Nothing
could compare. In fact, now that I had my hit show, what did I want
most? I wanted to slow down and take some more time to be with my
man.

Thankfully, the Explore
Channel had already agreed to let me do the show on a relaxed
timeline. Heath and I wanted to come up with ideas together,
traveling around to places we could visit on our own time. He had a
bunch of spots he wanted to check out where he’d heard about cool
artist communities. We could head to different locations and go out
to dinner, scope out the local art and music scene, enjoy the area,
then feature it. Could life get any better?

We made our way into
the Kavanaugh family holiday party held in a grandly decorated,
high-ceilinged ballroom. Bee-lining it over to the lavish spread, we
fixed ourselves big plates of mouth-watering food. Thankfully, I’d
managed to swallow my jumbo shrimp and dab at my lips with a napkin
to get off the cocktail sauce before his grandmother came up to greet
us. I’d seen her a few times over the past several months, when she
visited New York from her home over in England, and she always made
me feel comfortable but she was just so grand. You didn’t have a
piece of shrimp hanging out of your mouth and sauce dripping down
your chin when speaking to a dowager baroness.

“So lovely to see you
again.” She greeted me like an old friend, warmly kissing my cheek.
Heath gave her a hug and I could tell he tried to be gentle, she
looked pretty frail next to her giant bear of a grandson. She looked
in sparklingly good health, but I knew she was in her 80s.

Gigi popped over to
greet us as well, giving us big hugs. She lived in New York full time
now, after graduating from college that spring. We’d hung out on
several occasions, meeting up for drinks or shopping, and each time
we did I liked her more, yet still felt like I didn’t know her all
that well. Those Kavanaughs were truly masters at keeping their cards
to themselves.

Gigi smiled and pointed
to me, then Heath. “You know Gram had this all planned.”

“What’s that?” I
asked, not following.

“The two of you,”
she clarified. “Gram called it last year at the holiday party.”

“Oh, pish posh.”
Gram waved her hand, dismissively.

“You know you did,”
Gigi insisted. “Last year, she declared it was time for Heath to
get a woman in his life.”

“She did. It’s
true,” Heath confirmed.

“Really?” I
grinned, enjoying the idea that Gram somehow had magical matchmaking
abilities.

“I’m 85,” Gram
declared with regal composure. “It’s only logical that I would
want to see all of my grandchildren settled.”

“You’ve done well,
Gram,” Heath declared. “Ash tied the knot this May. And now
Violet has me wrapped around her finger.” He drew an arm around my
waist as he said it, pulling me to his side, right where I wanted to
stay.

“I am so pleased,”
Gram agreed, eyes sparkling with joy as she looked at me and Heath.
“And yet”—her voice took on a more displeased tone as she
looked out and over the room—“two remain unattached.”

“Uh-oh.” Heath
followed her gaze into the crowd at the party. “Who’s next?”

Gram’s eyes twinkled
with merriment. “You know who’s next.”

“Not me!” Gigi
exclaimed, looking shocked at the possibility. “I’m only 22! I
just graduated from college!”

“No, not you,” Gram
chuckled, as if she really did have a magic wand and she was ready to
use it. “Though you mustn’t take too long, Gigi. I’m not
getting any younger, you know.”

“I promise,” she
agreed, the dutiful granddaughter. I looked at her, wondering not for
the first time if there wasn’t more complexity to the perfect Gigi.
Someday I’d find out.

“No. It’s the Baron
I’m thinking of,” Gram declared, sounding downright merry. We all
looked over to see Colt, turned out impeccably, of course, in a
richly tailored tux. He stood, hand in pocket, looking every inch the
aristocrat with his chiseled jaw, bright blue eyes and imperial air.

“Oh, please don’t
let Colt end up with one of those ice queens he usually dates,”
Gigi pleaded.

“No, I wouldn’t
think that would do at all,” Gram agreed. “I see him with someone
completely different.”

“Oh, that could be
interesting.” Heath seemed to like the idea, watching his oldest
brother with a spark of amusement in his eye.

“Someone who could
get under his skin.” I nodded, seeing it. It would take someone
strong-willed, though, to go toe-to-toe with that alpha CEO.

“Someone who could
ruffle his feathers,” Gigi added, clapping with mischievous glee.