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  The pressure of his fingers increased, lighting my skin on fire. They were firm, confident, and needy. “Because I am the match for you.” Slipping his hand over the small of my back, he guided me to my seat. “Let's have our date, come sit.”

  Stepping to the chair across from me, he sat down, and placed his hands on the table with palms open. Wiggling his fingers, I placed my hands in his. “You can ask me anything you want, and I'll answer. This date is for you, for us, I'm an open book for you tonight.”

  “But you said no personal questions, what happened with that?” I didn't want to send him running if I questioned his motives for the date, but he had made it more than clear that he wasn't into being with anyone.

  What the hell is he doing?

  “That was before, that was when I worked for you. I'm not working for you anymore, Violet. I can't.”

  “I'm sorry, I'm so confused right now. You made it clear you weren't looking for anyone, why this change of heart?” I sat, watching him, breathing him in.

  This was exactly what I wanted, and yet it felt unreal. He had been untouchable, a man out of my reach, holding the spark inches from the fuse, but refusing to light it.

  Mateo's eyes drifted over my face. They danced over my nose, stopping at my lips, and rising to meet my gaze. “Violet, I tried so hard to not let my feelings for you get in the way of what I spent years building up. My name, my career, I was holding all of it above my own happiness. I can't do it anymore, I won't do it anymore.” Squeezing my hands, he laced our fingers together.

  He spoke with a firmness, there was no hint of uncertainty in his voice. His words were clear, climbing through my ears and digging into my brain.

  Feelings for me?

  He has feelings for me?

  My chest was anxiously stretching to take in air, mind trying to make sense of what he was saying.

  “Why now? Why didn't you listen to me that night in your car? I told you what I felt, but you let me walk away, you could've said something then.” I was holding his hands as tightly as he was holding mine. It felt incredible to be touching him in such a personal way, a true sign of connecting, a real show of truth.

  “Because I wasn't ready. . .” Pausing, his eyes searched mine. “I wasn't ready to let myself be right.”

  “Right about what?” Furrowing my brows, I kept my eyes steady on his. “About having feelings for someone?”

  My heart ached at the idea of him wanting to love but fear holding him back. No one deserved to feel that type of loneliness.

  That was one thing I was learning about myself with this experience. Everyone deserved to be happy.

  My first love had been stolen from me, but having that love for even a second of time was better than never having it all.

  Loving someone meant you were open to hurting, it meant you were open to living. And having had the chance to even love my husband blessed my life with the greatest love I would ever experience.

  The love of my daughter.

  But that didn't mean I could never love again. It didn't mean that I had spend the rest of my life alone. I deserved to feel full and happy too.

  “About knowing what I wanted and knowing what was right there at my fingertips. I had a rough life, I never felt like I was good enough to be loved.” Slipping a hand free, Mateo dragged it over his jaw, then shuffled it through his hair. “I had a different date set up for you tonight, but I couldn't let you do it.”

  Cupping my lips, I couldn't stop my eyes from tearing. “You did?”

  “The thought of you with someone else, it killed me inside.”

  Glancing around the room, I kicked my eyes to the ceiling. “Is it wrong for me to say I'm happy to hear you say that?”

  A smile slipped over his strong jaw, his fingers twining around mine. “It's not wrong at all.”

  The baby. . .

  Do I tell him now?

  “Mateo, I. . . I need to—” Cutting myself off, I shook my head and looked down at the silverware, sweeping my fingers over the utensils. “Never mind.” There was a desire to blurt out my secret, but it just didn't seem right.

  Mateo was brave enough to let out some of his feelings for me, and when I saw the spark in his eye, I went against my gut instinct.

  There would be time to tell him later; for now, I wanted to just enjoy this moment.

  The moment where two people decided they were meant for each other.

  The moment where fear didn't control what feelings were passed between us.

  The moment where right was both of us accepting what we felt.

  Mateo

  The car's brakes lightly squealed from the rain that had fallen during dinner. Violet popped out of her car, nodding her head at me to follow her inside. The red lipstick had faded to natural flesh, holding the slightest twinge of red.

  Such beauty, I'm taking her for myself.

  She's my woman, and from this point on. . . She always will be.

  Closing the door, I jogged up beside her. “So, the lights are off. Is Lilith here or sleeping out?”

  Opening her eyes wide, Violet shook her head while her mouth thinned as she spoke. “She's here.”

  “Why do you say it like that?”

  The moon hit her face, casting her perfect skin in a white glow. The reflection in her eyes popped like giant saucers, the brown in her gaze milky, and seductive. “You'll see.”

  “Who's watching her, Gi—” Before I could finish my sentence, the front light snapped on, blinding me. Squinting my eyes, I held my arm up to block the intense beam hitting my pupils.

  The door flew open, and a scratchy voice I didn't recognize slapped me in the face. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

  “Mom, do not start.” Violet shot back, holding her hand up. Skirting around her mother, she looked over her shoulder and said, “Come on in.”

  Violet's mom stepped out of the way, hand still resting on the door frame. As I stepped up into the house, her mother's neck hitched back, staring up. “So, you're the mattress man?”

  “Well, Ma'am, yes I am. Or at least I was, now I'm Mattie according to Lilith.” Holding my hand out, I greeted her as pleasantly as I could.

  You never wanted to rub the mother of the girl you admire the wrong way. You need someone on your side when it comes time to meet her father.

  Although, Violet had warned me before that it was her mother I needed to look out for.

  Maybe I'm getting the hardest one out of the way now.

  Her mom gripped my hand, her handshake firm and surprising. She shook my hand like she was a corporate executive landing a life-altering deal.

  She didn't look nearly as old as I expected. With the way Lilith described her, and after Vi told me her father was nearing seventy, I guessed I expected to see a wrinkly old woman with bright, silver hair and cramped hands.

  But she was the complete opposite. Her skin held age, but it was weathered, not old. The deep brown hair was cut short, resembling Kin's in color, but hers had silver highlights. Enough color to look younger, and enough gray to show wisdom.

  A half grin, half grimace filled her face. “Mattie, huh. Well, I won't be calling you that.” Her eyes ran the length of my body, pausing for a brief second over my junk, and stopping at my feet. “Vi, is it true?”

  “Yeah, she calls him Mattie now, but his real name is Mateo.” Tossing her purse on the coffee table, Violet kicked her heels off into a black rubber mat on the side of the door.

  “Not that, is it true that big shoes mean big enhancements?” Her mom's eyes flicked to my groin. I cringed. It wasn't the conversation I thought we'd be having the first time I met her family.

  The woman had balls, maybe bigger ones than I had. And I found it hysterical. Dragging a hand through my hair, a nasal-filled laugh hit my throat. I couldn't help it, her mom was funny as hell, and caught me completely off guard.

  And she didn't hide the enjoyment she got from causing her daughter to shiver with embarrassment. A deviou
s smirk teased her lip, her lids crinkling with hidden laughter.

  Violet's face went pale, her eyes losing all feelings and turning to stone. “Mom! You need to stop, stop now.” Thin fingers stretched over her head, scratching angrily into her scalp.

  “What? What's wrong with being curious?” Her mother smiled up at me, winking with delight that she had just rattled her daughter.

  Violet stepped towards her mom, pressing a palm into her shoulder. “Okay, thanks for watching Lilith, it was nice of you to be here, but now it's time for you to go.”

  Her mom held her hands up, leaning in protest. “Well that's a bit rude, don't you think? I only asked, you can't scold me for wondering. It's an old wives tale, I was trying to find out if it's one of those that isn't all story.” Flipping her hand in the air, she brushed the short frizzy bangs from her face. “It was nice to meet you, Mateo, have fun tonight, lord knows my daughter needs it.”

  “Alright, bye bye,” Violet said, as she guided her through the door. “I'll call you tomorrow, have a nice night, Mom.”

  “Wait, I didn't get your name.” I spoke up, knowing that I would eventually meet her again.

  “You can just call me Mom, it's easier that way.” Standing on the top step, her face was filled with happiness. Her cheek bones hit high, corners of her mouth sharp and pleased.

  Closing the door before her mom had time to even finish the last word, Violet held the handle tight, blowing air up at her nose. “Well, there you go, that's my mother.”

  A muffled voice yelled through the door, her mom speaking in a dominant, yet playful, tone. “You know I'm going to remember this, it's no way to treat your elderly mother.”

  “She's kidding,” Violet said, waving a dismissing hand in the air. “I think she's losing her mind, I can't believe she just asked that.” Rolling her eyes, she chuckled nervously under her breath. “I'm really sorry about that.”

  “Well, is it a wives tale?” Biting my lower lip, I gyrated my hips in her direction.

  “What? Come on now, we're not going there.”

  “Oh, don't be shy about it. Does my shoe size say anything about the size of my cock?” Bridging the gap between us, I strung my fingers over her wrist and yanked in her close.

  Pressing her hands against my chest, her face blushed. “What do you want me to say? That your cock is huge, and yes—if I had to go by that ridiculous theory, I could?”

  “Yup, that's all I wanted to hear.”

  “You're insane, maybe I should have let her stay. You guys might get along great. I warned you, she's a hot shit.” Her chin tilted up, eyes closing slightly.

  “No, I'm glad you had her leave. Now it's just us. Well, mostly just us.”

  “Mostly?”

  “Yeah, there is a child here. Oh my god, did you forget you had a kid?” Holding my fingers against my lips, I looked at her in mock surprise.

  Slapping my chest, I flexed the muscles, and made them bounce in place. “Fancy. Have you been working on that trick for long?” A single finger slipped over each button on my shirt, her eyes slitting in a sexiness that made my cock jolt.

  “Oh, Baby, the tricks here are endless. Want to see another?” Digging my fingers into her hips, I curled my nails into the fabric.

  Biting her lower lip, she pulled on the plump flesh. “I have a trick of my own.”

  “Oh you do. And what's that?”

  Violet teased the edge of my pants, eyes greedily narrowing on the semi forming below. “Let me show you.”

  Dropping to her knees, she tugged my belt loose, and popped the button free. Glancing up, Violet smiled through thin, sultry lips. Her fingers kept moving, lowering my pants, then gliding over and tracing the erection bulging from my briefs.

  I watched her, my heart racing and pounding harder the closer she came to touching my cock. But that little flirt would bring her finger so close, then whip it around the outside. My body tensed, shaking and needy.

  Curling my fingers into her hair, I grabbed at the roots, edging her face closer to my throbbing piece. Violet giggled, snapping her head up. “Dirty man, you need to feel my tongue?”

  “If I don't feel your tongue soon, my cock is going to burst.” Holding her head in place, she circled the tip of my penis with one finger. Every muscle in my body trembled, lungs stretching to fill with a quick breath of air.

  Rolling my boxers down my thighs, my cock broke free, bouncing with a thick pulse. I was using every last bit of control I had to keep from slamming my dick down her throat. Her lips were hovering at the tip, warm air spilling over the shaft.

  Prickles shot up my neck, my eyes closing on reflex with just the idea she'd be tasting me soon. “Fuck, Violet, you're killing me here.”

  “Oh you poor thing, you mean if you don't feel this—” Her tongue flicked my swelling crown, riding the ridge and swirling over the edge already dripping in pre-cum. “Mm,” she moaned, lapping my shaft in one long lick.

  Her hand came up and wrapped firmly around the base, the other hand cupping my balls. Violet's lips placed small kisses over my throbbing muscle, her soft voice humming and vibrating my cock.

  Taking a fistful of her hair, a deep, throaty growl escaped my mouth. “Fuck, yeah, suck my cock.” Wrapping the long silky strands around my palm, I held her head.

  Her wet tongue slicked my dick, the wetness stealing away any friction and leaving nothing but pure pleasure in its wake. Violet's mouth formed a delicate O, sucking on my engorged head. With one quick swoop, her lips hit my furry base.

  The feel of her mouth wrapped tightly around me sent electric sparks over my body, forcing my eyes to snap shut. Colors fired off behind my lids, exploding in orgasmic fireworks I couldn't slow down.

  Her head moved swiftly in and out, my cock pulsing and throbbing and hitting the back of her throat. And not once, not at one point did she make any gagging noises.

  I was impressed.

  Pumping her head over and over, she suckled my hard dick, dragging her tongue over the thick veins and taking every inch. Slurping noises filled my ears, her fingers squeezing tightly around my balls as her hand slid up and down in unison with her mouth.

  It was magic. Her hidden talent was well appreciated and utterly surprising. Not once in my life I had experienced a blow-job like that.

  When she said she had a trick, she wasn't kidding.

  Her mouth was humming inaudible words, or maybe they were moans. I wasn't too sure, my entire body was consumed by the intense euphoric state she was putting me in.

  I could feel the tingling hitting my lower belly, my balls tightening, ready to explode down her throat. But I didn't want to finish in her mouth, I wanted to make her cum too. I was never a selfish man, and her pleasure was just as important—if not more important—than my own.

  Her head was moving quicker, faster, her lips hitting the bottom of my dick, bringing my body closer to the edge of completion.

  Tearing her head away, I looked down on her flushed face. “Why did you stop me? You were almost there, I could tell,” she said.

  “I need to fuck you, now.” Using her hair to lift her to her feet, I twisted her around and shoved her over the arm of her couch. Peeling up the hem of her dress, her ass was sitting perfectly perched for me to see.

  Her panties were drenched, soaked with arousal. Peeling her panties down her thighs, I could smell her sweet musk, the seam glistening in delicious flavor. Slipping a condom from my pocket, I bit the edge and tore it open.

  “Fuck, Mateo, I want you in me.” Her back arched, shoulders pushing down, ass angling up. “Don't make me wait much longer.”

  Sheathing my cock, I slid it over her seam, her lips puckering and shining with sweltering heat. “You're cunt needs this, doesn't it?”

  Her eyes were tearing me apart, saturated in feral need. Biting her lip, she nodded. With one quick thrust, I spread her open. A long hearty moan hit the air, her eyes locking shut as her head fell to the couch.

  I felt like an anim
al, lost in a raw desire to have, to mark, to claim her as mine. And each thrust cemented that belief, each thrust painted my name over her pussy, in her body, and in her heart.

  I had broken all my rules and kept her for myself. There would be no more dates, no more attempts at finding her love. . .

  This woman was mine.

  Slamming harder, her pussy milked my cock. Squeezing one hip, I slipped my hand over her mound and thumbed her clit. Circling the swollen button, Violet's moan grew louder, ringing in my ear.

  The sound her lips were making became a driving force to push harder. Her thighs began to shake, fingers digging into the cushion, knuckles turning white. Pressing her mouth into the couch, the muffled scream filled my body and shocked my muscles with fire.

  The orgasm hit, my muscles flexing and tingling in one giant whoosh. Violet's legs shook, her pussy clenching tightly around my shaft, before her body went limp. We were breathing heavy, skin flushed and sweating.

  Pushing herself up, she turned to face me, tugging her dress down. “You used a condom that time,” she said, a slight smile played her lips.

  “Yeah, isn't that the responsible thing?” Plucking off the cum-filled sheath, I looked around for a place to throw it out.

  Grabbing a tissue from the box on the table, Violet laughed as she handed it to me. “Well, yeah, but you weren't as responsible the first time.”

  Cocking my head to the side, I gave her a curious look. “What do you mean?” Crumpling the condom into the tissue, I held it in my palm.

  “We didn't use a condom that night, you didn't realize that?” Folding her arms over her chest, she smiled. “It doesn't really matter now, I was just pointing it out.”

  “I didn't?” Glancing up at the ceiling, I lowered my eyes back to hers. “Are you sure?”

  “I'm sure.” Her hands dipped in tighter, arms hugging her ribs.

  “Well, I guess I got caught up in the moment.” Shrugging my shoulders, I walked towards the kitchen. “Should I just throw this in here?”

  “That's fine,” she said. “So what now?”