She hesitated then sat down next to him, cocking her legs and putting her feet up on the railing.
She was in her clothes, a jeans skirt, tighter than the other one, in fact, it was tight all the way down the sides of her thighs, a slit up the front. She had on a little purple blouse, the neckline was wide, showed her chest not her cleavage and it was loose but cinched at her waist. She was barefoot.
He didn’t have to ask if she had a good night, not that he would have. She left at a quarter to six, it had to be close to midnight, maybe after. Plenty of time to eat and do all sorts of shit if you were having a good time. He knew what he’d be doing if Vi was at his house that long, exactly what he did do when Vi was at his house that long. He reckoned Haines wouldn’t be far off that mark, what he knew was, if Vi had let him fuck her, she wouldn’t be sitting beside him right now.
Cal didn’t want to feel relieved but that didn’t mean he fucking wasn’t.
For once she seemed happy to be silent but Cal was not.
He downed the last of the beer and dropped his hand.
“Should give Haines a clean run.”
He felt rather than saw her head turn in his direction but she didn’t speak.
“Not gonna do that, buddy,” he told his dark yard. “You might not like what we got, but I do.”
“Joe,” she said softly and when she did he wondered why they were sitting on his deck rather than in his bed.
He turned to her. “You don’t like it, you’re the one’s gonna have to end it.”
She didn’t say anything, not for awhile then she said quietly, “I’m tired, Joe.”
He turned back to face his yard.
“Then go to bed.”
She hesitated then moved but he didn’t hear her feet padding down his steps, he heard his sliding glass door open then close.
He sat where he was, staring at his yard and he did this for a long time. Then he reached down, grabbed the two beer bottles that had collected by his chair when he stopped bothering to take them in when he went to get another. He went into his house, to his kitchen, dumped the bottles in his trash and he went to his room.
Violet was in his bed. She didn’t move when he came in, didn’t move when he took off his clothes but she made a noise low in her throat and shifted when he got in bed. Then he settled on his back, she was curled with her back to him and she again didn’t move.
He listened to her steady breathing.
Fuck, she was asleep in his bed, not waiting for him, not about to turn around and have a conversation, suck his cock or ride him. She was asleep.
You wouldn’t believe how sweet it is, knowin’ at the end of the day, she’ll crawl right back into my bed, Colt had said.
Cal closed his eyes then rolled into Vi, curling an arm around her stomach and pulling her into his body, noting she was wearing one of his tees.
He smelled her hair as he bent his neck and the bridge of his nose rested against her crown.
“Joe?” she called, he’d woken her but she still sounded half-asleep.
“Go back to sleep, baby.”
“Okay,” she whispered and her body settled into his.
He didn’t know why she was there, didn’t know why she kept coming back, didn’t know, she could have a good man like Haines, why she left Haines’s house and ended her night in Cal’s bed.
And he didn’t care.
She was there.
Cal pressed into her and, within minutes, he was asleep.
Chapter Eleven
Big Purple Bow
I woke up, opened my eyes, lifted my head and looked up at Joe.
When I did, he dipped his chin and his beautiful, clear, sky blue eyes locked with mine.
He was wide awake.
I was pressed to his side, my thigh thrown over his and his arm was curled around my waist. His other arm was cocked, his head resting on his hand.
“Hi,” I whispered.
He looked at the clock then at me.
“I’m on my back, buddy.”
I closed my eyes and dropped my head, planting my face in his chest.
What the hell was I doing?
I didn’t know but I knew what I was going to be doing.
I moved my face so my mouth was on him. Then I moved my body so it was straddling his. I slid down, enjoying what I was doing more and more, got close to my goal but he pulled me up so I was face-to-face with him.
“You gonna wrap your mouth around me?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I answered.
His hands tugged at the tee I was wearing.
“You suck my dick, baby, you do it naked.”
I shifted, excitement gathering tight between my legs at his words then I sat up, still straddling him and pulled off his tee while he watched. Then I slid to the side, pulling down and kicking off my panties then I straddled him again, looking down.
“Happy?” I asked.
His hands spanned my ribs and he grinned.
“Yeah.”
“Do you mind if I carry on?” I asked.
“Have at it,” Joe invited.