Page 111 of Icebound Hearts
My mouth moves as I sing along with everyone else, but I’m barely aware of the words. All of my focus is on Violet. I can’t tell if she’s even bothering to pretend to sing right now, but I can tell she’s right on the brink of coming. Her breathing picks up, and just as the volume of the crowd peaks at the end of the song, she lets out a small, muffled whimper, her hands curling into fists.
My cock pulses, and it takes everything I have not to reach out and wrap an arm around her, to pull her closer to me so that I can feel her perfect body molded against mine as the aftershocks quake through her.
“The cake hasn’t caught on fire yet,” Noah jokes from the front of the room. “So we’ve got time for one more.”
He shares a devious look with Theo, and the two of them launch into “For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow,” which the rest of the crowd quickly picks up.
I know they’re just doing it to fuck with Grant, forcing our resident recluse to be the center of attention for a little while longer, but it also gives me the chance to keep toying with Violet. Keeping my hand in my pocket, I tap the button to turn the vibrator up as high as it goes. Thankfully, everyone around us is completely distracted, because Violet stiffens as if she’s been electrocuted.
She presses a hand over her mouth, disguising the noise that slips out by coughing afterward. The song ends with a rousing cheer, and when Becca glances over at her, Violet waves her friend off, coughing again.
I bite back a grin as I turn the vibrator off, leaning a little closer to her as everyone watches Grant blow out his candles.
“I only told you to come for me once, but you came twice, didn’t you, you greedy girl?” I whisper.
She nods wordlessly, still trying to catch her breath.
“Good,” I breathe, joining in the applause as Grant steps back from the cake and Noah starts cutting pieces of it. “Because we’re not done. I plan on getting at least five from you before the end of the night.”
Violet’s eyes widen as she starts to glance over at me, but before she can say anything, we’re joined by Coach Dunaway, who’s brought his wife and his daughter Hannah to celebrate as well. Hannah is the spitting image of her mother, pretty and willowy, although her mismatched eyes are something she must not have inherited from either parent. Instead of her dad’s brown eyes or her mother’s gray ones, she has one light green iris and one that’s blue.
Dunaway and I end up talking strategy for our upcoming game against the Glaciers, and Hannah and Mrs. Dunaway chat with Violet for a while.
I give Violet a break for the moment, allowing her to regain her equilibrium, but as everyone makes their way over to the cake table to grab a slice, I turn the vibrator on at a low buzz—not quite enough to push her right over the edge, but enough to tease her already sensitive clit.
And just like I promised I would, I make her come several more times over the course of the evening.
The third one is a slow burn that I let creep up on her, slowly jacking up the speed of the vibrator until she can’t hold it off anymore. The fourth is hotter and faster, hitting her like a ton of bricks as she sits at one of the tables arranged around the room. And by the fifth, she’s so far gone that she has to rest both hands on the table, dropping her head a little to hide the flush on her cheeks.
“Are you okay?” Callie asks after the fifth one, her brow wrinkling with concern as she glances over at Violet. “You look a little flushed.”
A possessive feeling of pride expands in my chest, because I knowI’mthe reason for that. But I keep my expression neutral, glancing casually over at Violet rather than devouring her with my gaze the way I want to.
She slowly lifts her palms from the tablecloth, brushing her hair back and tucking it behind her ears. “Yeah, I’m—I’m fine. But I do feel a bit hot. I should probably head home soon.”
“I can drive you,” I offer, careful not to blurt the words too quickly. “I’d like to get back and relieve the sitter soon anyway.”
A look of pure relief passes over Violet’s face, and she nods. “That would be great, thank you.”
“Of course. Come on.”
I stand up from the table we’ve been sitting at and offer her my hand. Being able to touch her in public, even in such an innocuous way as this, sends a sort of thrill through me. I’ve managed to keep my cock from tenting my pants all night by sheer effort of will, but my balls ache from how turned on I’ve been all evening, and the feel of Violet’s skin against mine makes heat race through my veins.
We say our goodbyes quickly, and I shove down the feeling of irrational jealousy that tries to rise up as I watch Violet wish Grant a happy birthday and give him a quick hug. I know she’s not interested in him in the least, and as far as I know, he’s not interested inanybody—but still, it activates some primal, possessive part of my brain that never even seemed to exist until I met Violet.
We head out of the venue together a few moments later, and as soon as we’re outside, Violet drags in a lungful of the cool night air as if she was drowning before. I can see goosebumps on her skin, and her nipples are stiff peaks beneath her dress.I want so badly to kiss her, to taste everything I’ve done to her tonight—but I restrain myself from doing more than resting a hand on her lower back as I guide her toward the street.
The driver pulls up, and I open the door for Violet and help her into the car. Her knees are shaky, and she’s a little unsteady on her feet, but she still looks up at me with fire in her eyes as I close her door and step around the car to join her in the back seat.
After the driver confirms where he’ll be taking us, I give him a nod and close the partition between the front and back seats. The moment we’re fully alone, with no chance of any wayward eyes on us, Violet turns to me.
“You’re evil, you know that?” she whispers, although I can tell by the tone of her voice that she enjoyed every bit of tonight just as much as I did.
I chuckle. “Are you sure that’s the word you meant to use, heartbreaker?”
“Among others,” she shoots back, and I can’t resist any longer.
Without a word, I pull her onto my lap, and she yelps in surprise as she ends up straddling me, her dress riding up her thighs. My hand finds its way through the slit of her dress and moves up her leg, and a groan pours from my lips when I slip my fingers into her panties to find just how wet and swollen she is.