way I've been needing him to.
"Violet."
It's a command, it's a question, it's an observation, all wrapped into one word. It's a desire. It's a need. Sean is just as ready for me as I am for him and I don't plan on making him wait a moment longer.
5.
The ringtone on my phone blares loudly before I finish pulling my shirt off.
Fuck.
I ignore it at first, but then it doesn't stop and Sean motions for me to get it.
"It's okay," he says. I know he means it, but I'm annoyed at the interruption. I haven't been fucked in months and it's well after 10:00. Who in their right mind would be calling me at this hour?
Oh, I realize, as I see the name flash across my screen. It's Amy. My little sister, who also happens to be my roommate, has no concept of time. I chalk it up to pregnancy-brain, but she's always been like this.
"What's up?" I ask, trying to conceal how out of breath I am. I have no plans to tell my sister that I'm in the middle of trying to fuck a billionaire. I have no plans to tell her that my pussy is so wet that my panties are permanently soaked. I have no plans to tell her how hard my nipples are pressed against my bra or that when she called I was about to set them free.
Instead, I try to play it cool.
She doesn't buy it.
"Oh shit," she says, immediately realizing what I'm doing. "Are you fucking someone?"
"What? No!"
"Is it Sean? Are you there? Is that what you're doing right now?"
"Amy," I say, leveling my voice, trying not to squeak or act weird in any way. "I told you earlier that I had to work late tonight."
"And I happen to know for a fact that you left over an hour ago because Colby saw your car and we were on the phone when he saw you."
Now it's my turn to mutter "Shit." Life in a small town is never boring. Being the only person who has a purple God and Guns since 1776 bumper sticker and a back window full of stuffed animals make me stick out even more.
"Where are you?" She asks.
"I'm at Sean's," I finally admit, making eye contact with him. Damn, he's sexy. Even with his clothes still on and his tell-tale bulge starting to diminish from this lame-ass conversation, he looks good. "What's wrong, Amy?" I ask, realizing that she didn't call just to check up on me.
"Well, oh, you know, nothing much, but-" Amy's voice cuts out as I hear someone say, "Give me the phone."
Colby, her fiance and the father of her baby, comes on the line.
"Violet, everything's fine, but we're at the hospital right now."
"What!?" I screech, and Sean's eyes go wide. And I'm guessing his dick goes soft.
There goes our night of fun.
"It's okay, everything's fine," he assures me. "Amy had some slight spotting and we thought she might be losing the baby. She's fine though, but they're going to keep her here overnight for observation. Amy just didn't want you to worry when she didn't come home tonight."
"I'll be right there," I glance around wildly, wondering where my keys went. "Give me half an hour. I'm in Pinebluff, but-"
"No need, Violet. You can finish your date. Everything's fine and under control. There's nothing you can do here. I'll call you in the morning with an update or you can come by after 8:00 when visiting hours begin."
"But-"
"Violet," Colby is firm with me. "I'm staying with Amy and the hospital won't let anyone else in tonight." Then his voice softens, "I know you're worried, especially after your mom. I promise I'm not going to let anything happen to your baby sister. You know me, Vi. I'll take good care of her."
I realize that he's right. It's late and there's nothing I can do. I'm not a doctor. I'm not even a nurse. I mumble something in agreement and hang up the phone. Sean looks concerned.
"It's Amy," I tell him, putting my phone on the end table.
"Is everything okay?" He places his hands on either side of my face, forcing me to look at him. I feel tears welling up inside and I bite them back. Sean has seen me behave in many, many dorky ways this weekend. I really don't feel like letting
"Violet."
It's a command, it's a question, it's an observation, all wrapped into one word. It's a desire. It's a need. Sean is just as ready for me as I am for him and I don't plan on making him wait a moment longer.
5.
The ringtone on my phone blares loudly before I finish pulling my shirt off.
Fuck.
I ignore it at first, but then it doesn't stop and Sean motions for me to get it.
"It's okay," he says. I know he means it, but I'm annoyed at the interruption. I haven't been fucked in months and it's well after 10:00. Who in their right mind would be calling me at this hour?
Oh, I realize, as I see the name flash across my screen. It's Amy. My little sister, who also happens to be my roommate, has no concept of time. I chalk it up to pregnancy-brain, but she's always been like this.
"What's up?" I ask, trying to conceal how out of breath I am. I have no plans to tell my sister that I'm in the middle of trying to fuck a billionaire. I have no plans to tell her that my pussy is so wet that my panties are permanently soaked. I have no plans to tell her how hard my nipples are pressed against my bra or that when she called I was about to set them free.
Instead, I try to play it cool.
She doesn't buy it.
"Oh shit," she says, immediately realizing what I'm doing. "Are you fucking someone?"
"What? No!"
"Is it Sean? Are you there? Is that what you're doing right now?"
"Amy," I say, leveling my voice, trying not to squeak or act weird in any way. "I told you earlier that I had to work late tonight."
"And I happen to know for a fact that you left over an hour ago because Colby saw your car and we were on the phone when he saw you."
Now it's my turn to mutter "Shit." Life in a small town is never boring. Being the only person who has a purple God and Guns since 1776 bumper sticker and a back window full of stuffed animals make me stick out even more.
"Where are you?" She asks.
"I'm at Sean's," I finally admit, making eye contact with him. Damn, he's sexy. Even with his clothes still on and his tell-tale bulge starting to diminish from this lame-ass conversation, he looks good. "What's wrong, Amy?" I ask, realizing that she didn't call just to check up on me.
"Well, oh, you know, nothing much, but-" Amy's voice cuts out as I hear someone say, "Give me the phone."
Colby, her fiance and the father of her baby, comes on the line.
"Violet, everything's fine, but we're at the hospital right now."
"What!?" I screech, and Sean's eyes go wide. And I'm guessing his dick goes soft.
There goes our night of fun.
"It's okay, everything's fine," he assures me. "Amy had some slight spotting and we thought she might be losing the baby. She's fine though, but they're going to keep her here overnight for observation. Amy just didn't want you to worry when she didn't come home tonight."
"I'll be right there," I glance around wildly, wondering where my keys went. "Give me half an hour. I'm in Pinebluff, but-"
"No need, Violet. You can finish your date. Everything's fine and under control. There's nothing you can do here. I'll call you in the morning with an update or you can come by after 8:00 when visiting hours begin."
"But-"
"Violet," Colby is firm with me. "I'm staying with Amy and the hospital won't let anyone else in tonight." Then his voice softens, "I know you're worried, especially after your mom. I promise I'm not going to let anything happen to your baby sister. You know me, Vi. I'll take good care of her."
I realize that he's right. It's late and there's nothing I can do. I'm not a doctor. I'm not even a nurse. I mumble something in agreement and hang up the phone. Sean looks concerned.
"It's Amy," I tell him, putting my phone on the end table.
"Is everything okay?" He places his hands on either side of my face, forcing me to look at him. I feel tears welling up inside and I bite them back. Sean has seen me behave in many, many dorky ways this weekend. I really don't feel like letting
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