I AM MOVING ALONG.
KATE = OUT
IM GLAD YOU ASKED
THEY ARE ALL CONSEATED ASSHOLES WITH NO TALENT RUN BY A MAN WHO COULDN’T WRITE IS WAY OUT OF A GROCERY BAG AND HIS LITTLE POSSE FOLLOWING HIM ANYWHERE FUCK ADDICTED.
AND FUCK YOU
AND I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ADDICTED. OR TATE. OR ANYONE ELSE.
He smiled against hers lips, unbuttoning his pants and kicking them off as his hands slid under her dress. “Well this is in my way,” he teased before sliding it up and pulling it off over her head.
He liked the way Violet was always ready to take charge in these situations, willingly climbing on top of him without hesitation. So far from how she was the first time they had sex, lost and nervous, letting Tate handle everything. Part of him was glad that she was taking charge because in all honesty, his head was still spinning from the alcohol. Everything in a bit of a blur as Violet pulled his shirt off of him. He had never had sex drunk before, but there was a first time for everything…
She smiled and ran her hands over his now bare chest, feeling bolder and less inhibited. The flat planes of his abdomen under her roving fingers dipped into the subtle bumps indicating his abs and she traced the skin there, pushing her hands around his waist before leaning into his neck to kiss and nibble the flesh there.
“You smell so good, always.” She always wondered about the logistics of his ghostliness. Unlike the others, he worse different clothes sometimes and always smelled freshly bathed. No gunshot wounds on his body, even though she knew he should be marked by seventeen of them. Nora’s wound was visible. The Nurses’ were, too.
But these were questions for a time when her nearly nude body wasn’t pressed to his, which was barely covered by his boxers.
She rocked her hips against his and she straddled him, letting him feel exactly what she wanted. Violet’s mouth moved to his lips and she took them in a demanding kiss. She wanted him in the worst way; almost desperate to feel him inside her again.
With a little bit of agility, she slipped her panties off; right leg and then left, never leaving his lap. “I want you, Tate. So bad.”
Going in for another kiss, she slipped a hand into the gap in his boxers, delicately stoking him with just her fingertips. “I feel like I need you.”