She looked at Hastings, who seemed to be grimacing, or at least trying to hide that he was. Violet nibbled on her lower lip as she watched him stare ahead. With two fingers, she tapped his chest as she inched closer.

  Her heart stuttered when he turned those deep graphite eyes on her. Chiseled features, beard, his nose, which obviously had been broken more than once in the past. He would be the perfect man for her, if not for the military fact.

  “Yes?” He bent closer, eyes locked on her.

  “Why are we sitting here with other couples?”

  “Because I’m trying to do something with you before I do things to you.”

  Holy shit. There went her panties. Not that the thong covered that much but damn…this man could get it.

  She opened her mouth to state her usual denial and he shook his head.

  “Go ahead and deny we’re happening, Curls, and I take you out of here now. Hand on that perfect ass of yours, I want to bite, as you’re hanging over my shoulders. Please.”

  Violet swallowed and deliberately turned away from him, looking back at the people in there with them. People who, in her estimation, didn’t know how to handle the money they had.

  I shouldn’t be so bitter. Or judgmental. And I need to rethink my no military men policy because fucking Christ, I want that man’s dick in me.

  She danced, sipped her drink and talked with those around them. While she trusted Hastings, she didn’t know the others and she wasn’t a fan of drinking with people who didn’t have her trust. That was when things got dicey.

  It was nice being snuggled up to his large, hard body. She may have her rules but she knew not a lot of guys were built like him. What she wasn’t a fan of was how the other women continued looking at him as if they were deciding how best to enjoy their treat.

  There was zero doubt in her mind that he knew they watched him, but he didn’t pay them attention aside from answering questions. His touch never wavered from her, and she knew his focus remained on her.

  However, it didn’t stop her inner bitch from longing to make an appearance.

  “How did you two meet?” one of the guys asked as he tugged his girl down on his lap, eliciting a high-pitched giggle from her.

  “She worked for my brother before I convinced her to be mine.” Hastings fingered her curls, tugging slightly as he spoke.

  “Awww,” the women cooed as a unit.

  One of them clapped her hands together and said, “Let’s play truth or dare. Couple wise.”

  Violet had opened her mouth to protest when he leaned close and captured her mouth. “Let loose tonight, Curls. After going toe to toe with that fucking reporter and having to deal with my father as well as Evan’s sperm donor, you deserve it.”

  “You saw that?”

  He kissed her, tongue swiping along her lower lip before he pulled it into his mouth and drew hard, ending with a nip of his teeth.

  “I see everything where you’re concerned, Violet Wentz.” Another kiss. “Play with me.”

  Christ, she had no resolve to refuse this man. “Fine,” she huffed.

  This kiss was longer. Hotter. And she didn’t doubt she would be leaving a wet spot on the couch.

  “We’re in,” he announced, pressing his lips to her forehead. “Just so you know, we don’t like to lose.”

  “Drinks,” one of the others hollered. “We need more drinks.”

  Since they weren’t sitting on the floor and no one wanted to get down there to spin a bottle to see who got the first questions, they agreed to go around the room and whomever had the last truth or dare got to ask someone next.

  “All right,” the man named Todd said. “You,” he continued pointing to another couple. “I’m asking the first question. What part of your body gets the most compliments?”

  Violet leaned forward. “Weren’t you supposed to ask truth or dare first?”

  “Oh shit, I was. Okay, truth or dare?”

  Everyone laughed. The woman, Angie, grinned. “I like that question, so I’m going with truth.” She sat forward, downed her drink and grabbed her boobs. “These girls. Guys can’t stop looking at them.”

  Violet kept her opinion to herself as the guys, and girls, all leaned closer and oohed and ahhed over them. Aside from her and Hastings.

  “Not wanting to get in line to see her tits?” she asked him with a nudge.

  “Only ones I want to see are covered by emerald satin.” He moved his arm, fingers shifting along the outside of one breast. “Yours. And I’m all for you showing them to me but I won’t share.”

  The questions rolled on. The dares went all over the spectrum. Violet laughed more than she had in a while with others who weren’t family. Wiping her eyes from listening to one of them describe how her cat’s food tasted she looked for her drink and realized it was finished. Hastings passed her his, and she didn’t hesitate to take a swallow.

  Not normally a fan of vodka, she didn’t mind whatever his drink was as it slid down her throat.

  “Wait, wait. I have a dare,” Charlie announced as she pushed vibrant red hair over her shoulder.

  “Not how it works,” her date said.

  “Fine,” she huffed. “Violet, truth or dare?”

  “You seem invested in a dare, so I’ll take it. What you got?”

  She rubbed her hands together, waggled her eyebrows and leaned forward. “I dare you to give Hastings a lap dance.”

  “You don’t have to,” he murmured beside her.

  “A lap dance?”

  Charlie nodded. “Yep.”

  “You got it.” She tossed back another gulp of his drink and got to her feet. Violet knew her dress made her look good. She had an ass, unlike a lot of the women in the room with them. Popping it out, she made sure to slowly glide her hands down over her figure. “You all better take some lessons.”

  “Violet.” Hastings reached for her.

  Waggling a finger at him she tutted. “No touching, sir. I’m allowed to touch but you have to keep your hands to yourself.”

  Those around them whooped and hollered.

  “I need music.”

  Someone started some, she didn’t know who, she was staring at Hastings. The man practically dripped sexual prowess and damn, but he made her hot. His outfit still had her longing to peel it off one article at a time. His sleeves had been pushed up, exposing hard forearms dotted with black ink. His lean hips were clad in black material that didn’t stand a chance on hiding how big he was—all over.

  Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton filled their spot, and Violet closed her eyes, moving her hips as she found the rhythm of the song. Bending at the waist, she leaned in and dragged her finger down the bridge of his nose, down through his beard, along his throat and onto his torso.

  He grunted.

  Yeah, that wasn’t going to do it. Holding his gaze, she allowed the room to shrink to the two of them. No one else had permission to be there with them. She wasn’t dancing as a dare—she was dancing for him.

  Each thrust of her hips, each grind as she moved closer to sitting on his lap. The promise in her eyes, in her movements, telling him without speaking how things were going to be between them.

  Other noise faded to a low din as she focused on him. His gaze didn’t shift from her at all. She saw the flames in his graphite stare but she continued, not slowing down as she crawled up on his lap. She was unable to ignore the ridge of his erection but she swallowed back her own needs at the moment. She wanted to torture this man as he’d been doing to her.

  The low growl that erupted from his throat was her only warning. One large hand settled on the back of her neck, his other on her side as he dragged her the rest of the way to his mouth and claimed a punishing kiss.

  She sagged into him, palms on his shoulders only to slide them so she could delve her fingers into his hair.

  This man was hot.

  Hard.

  Hers.

  And she wanted nothing more.

  Holy fucking shit, if he didn’t get balls-deep in this woman he was going to lose his ever-loving mind. Hastings had been to strip clubs, what guy hadn’t? No dancer had nearly gotten him to bust a nut by shaking her hips. Professional women paled in comparison.

  His cock fucking ached as this lush woman sat on him and rocked against his pelvis, mimicking what they were going to be doing. Far sooner than later.

  “Jesus,” one of the others said. “I’m ready for sex.”

  Others agreed.

  Inching his hand up into her hair, he gripped Violet’s curls and tugged so she tipped her head back, full lips parting in a gasp. “We’re leaving,” he growled. “Now.”

  “Probably a good thing. I think I made the front of your pants wet.”

  His shaft throbbed more, and he nearly reached between them to readjust but he knew if he ventured there, he was going to push into her and that wasn’t going to happen in public.

  “Hold on, Curls.”

  He stood, keeping her around his waist. Hastings loved how she didn’t fight him on it, in fact, she hooked her ankles even as her fingers continued to tease the fuck out of him as she dragged her nails on his scalp.

  Hastings managed to dig his phone out of his pocket as he carried her through the dance floor to the exit. Calling for his car, he slid the device back into his pocket and settled his hand on her ass once again.

  Violet didn’t just sit there, because that would have been hard enough, no, she nipped and nibbled her way along his neck. He hadn’t known he could crave anyone so much. Sure, this woman had teased him mercilessly as they had worked side by side, their flirting increasing but never addressing the elephant in the room. Her—both of their—focus had been on Evan’s attack and getting Welcome Home off the ground and running smoothly.

  He was proud of how hard she worked. Long hours, standing up to yelling people who hadn’t passed their stringent application process. Making sure the rooms were ready and dealing with not only the press but the senator and even his fucking old man.

  Didn’t mean he wanted her to forget the spark between them. At all, because every time he saw her, it only grew for him. Now that he had her in his arms, he wasn’t letting her feet hit the ground until he knew she wasn’t going anywhere. The kisses and teasing flicks of her tongue made him feel she was ready, finally, to toss out her stupid dictate of not sleeping with military men.

  A sleek town car he’d called for drew up alongside them and the driver rushed to open the door. He carried her right to the open door and slid her down his body after squeezing her ass once more. “Inside.” His word was more feral than anything.

  She didn’t argue. She didn’t say a word, just slid over the leather seat and he followed. He reached for her the moment the door closed behind them and soon had her settled on his lap once more, his cock pressing against her.

  “Drive around.” He closed the divider after giving the instruction.

  Forehead to forehead they sat still until the car pulled away. Then he pushed her back into the seat behind her and stayed on his knees, staring at her.

  “You fucking killed me, Curls, with that dance.” He slid his hands up her thighs, keeping them under the smooth material of her dress separating him from her skin. “Now I show you what you’ve been doing to me. Spread your legs for me.”

  She obeyed. Mouth slightly open as she panted.

  He lowered his gaze slowly as he took in the scrap of silk and lace between him and his destination. Wet. His woman was soaked. And he needed more. Settling back, he curled his fingers in the waistband and pulled. A small whimper escaped from her mouth as he dragged the material down her legs, snapping it when he would have had to move back in order to get them off her.

  “I liked those,” she panted.

  “I’ll fucking buy you a thousand more.” He pushed her legs wider still. Her rich heady scent filled his nose and he groaned. “Such a fucking pretty pussy.” He tugged her hips forward and pressed his lips to her inner thigh. “I want her taste coating my tongue as you beg for release. The release only I can give.”

  “Hastings.”

  “Yeah, Curls? I love that need dripping from the way you say my name. You’re going to be screaming it soon enough.” He gripped the back of one thigh, lifted it and settled it over his shoulder. “That’s a fucking promise.”

  “Oh shit.”

  He positioned her left thigh on his shoulder, a move that raised her position and pressed her pussy just where he wanted it. Against his nose and mouth. Another deep inhale.

  “Mine, Curls. This is fucking mine, and I have to taste you again.”

  She speared her fingers into his hair and tugged. “Need you, Hastings. Please.”

  He claimed her clit in one swift move, sucking it deep into his mouth. Long pulls as he swirled and teased it with his tongue. Violet bowed into him, and he tightened his grip, unwilling to let this, her, go. He wasn’t even close to being done with the rich nectar that he lapped up like a man treated to his first meal in years.

  Hastings growled at her when her hips twisted almost like she tried to get away. He locked his grip on her even tighter. “Stay.” A strong pull on her clit. “I can’t get enough of your taste.”

  She whimpered, unable to shift because of his ironclad grip on her hips. But he craved more and he moved his right hand down to her pussy, desperate to feel that clench of her velvet heat around his fingers. His cock too, but that would be later. Right now, he needed to wring out a few orgasms from her.

  “You’re so fucking wet. I can’t stop myself.” He traced her opening as he continued to lap at her.

  “Hastings!” She dug her heels into his back, scrambling for purchase. “Please…”

  He pushed the tip of his finger in only to slide it out immediately. “Patience, Curls. I promise, I’ve got you. I need more from you first. Come for me again, on my tongue, and I’ll give you more of this.” He slid in to one knuckle only to retreat again.

  His cock hadn’t been so hard in his life and it fucking hurt.

  A fresh rush of wetness coated his tongue, and he lapped it all up, her taste the most addictive thing on this earth to him. Slipping back up to her clit, he drew on it again as he slid his finger in her completely, curving to skim the sensitive walls of his own paradise.

  “Fucking heaven, Violet. That’s it, give me everything.” He spoke around her clit, allowing the vibrations of his words to increase her pleasure. And his own hell.

  Christ, her body locked on his finger, and he pushed another in to make it better for her, shoving deep as he could and curling his fingers into her, hitting her G-spot.

  Like she’d not just come seconds before, a scream ripped from her chest as she bucked. Keeping his touch there, he sucked hard on her clit, unwilling to give her any quarter. He wanted her like this, at his mercy. Giving him all he craved.

  This pussy was his and when he finished with her, she would know it. He lapped at her, taking all he could from her. Violet twisted her hands in his hair and he lifted his gaze to find her staring down her body to where he resided between her spread thighs, like he’d made her his own personal feast. He knew her wetness was on his face and beard. He didn’t give a fuck. He needed more.

  “Fuck me.”

  Yeah, he planned on it.

  Chapter Eleven

  Violet hadn’t stopped seeing stars. Hastings Rhodes remained between her legs, fingers still deep inside her pussy, fingers curved into that spot which, in her experience, most men couldn’t find with a road map and lighted signs pointing the way. Yet there he knelt, face wet with her, fingers deep inside her and that arrogant smirk on his face. But it was more than that. The hunger that he’d watched her with had turned into a blazing inferno.

  No more containing it. The gate had been opened. His fingers lazily stroked her. Her internal muscles were going to be sore from clenching so hard. And so often.

  He slowly, like she wasn’t fucking burning up waiting for him, withdrew his fingers from her pussy and put them to his mouth, cleaning her essence from them. When he moved her legs from his shoulders, she let him position her. Hell, she was boneless anyway.

  “Stay just like that, Curls. Christ, I have the best fucking view. You lying there, wet and glistening, waiting for me.”

  “Impatiently,” she snapped.

  His smile made her toes curl inside her stilettos.

  “Don’t be impatient.” He undid the button at the top of his pants and slid the zipper down. “I’m right here and I’m going to give you what you need. I know what it is and I have it here for you.”

  She sucked a sharp breath as his cock rose into view as he freed it. I didn’t spend enough time looking at him that night I took him in my mouth. The man is fucking magnificent.

  The man was huge. Long and thick, his cock curled up at the end, the large head shiny with drops of smeared precum. He cupped himself and pumped. Shit, even that was a turn-on. She slipped a hand down her front and touched her clit.

  “No!” He popped her on the clit, sending more shivers through her. “That’s mine and holy shit, you like being spanked like that.” Hastings leaned forward and dragged his tongue through her swollen lips before grasping her hips and yanking her to him.

  Eyes locked on each other, she held her breath as he notched the large, swollen head of his cock to her.

  “Ready?”

  “Since I fucking met you.” The honest words burst from her throat, and she didn’t even care how it made her appear. It was her truth.

  He rose up over her, putting his bearded face close. “I’ve never been this fucking hard in my life, Curls.”

  She opened beneath his lips and met his tongue with her own. She whimpered as he filled her.

  Completely.

  With a single, smooth stroke.

  He didn’t go gradual, allowing her to adjust to his size—he took and she gave. The burn of his invasion turned to pleasure seconds later as he made love to her with his mouth.

  “Fucking soaked around my dick. I’m going to mark this pussy and make it mine. It’s going to be branded with my name.”

 

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