Fuck!
My balls seize, and suddenly, I unravel, filling her tight, little pussy up for the second time today. Only this time, a random cashier and Andrew are listening to both of us.
There’s a moment where we stay in place, my massive frame hung over her in exhaustion as she draws in a series of breaths. The door knocks again and Violet turns back toward me, her voice in a whisper as she says, “What do we do now?” She tugs off the dress that’s just for me and pulls on the clothes she came in with. “There’s only one way out.”
“I can hear you,” the red-headed cashier continues. “I said I’m coming in.”
“I’m almost dressed,” Violet says, biting back a grin.
I love this naughty little girl.
“Just keep your head down and walk straight out the store to the truck.” I zip my jeans and hand her the keys. “I’ll pay the woman and be right behind you.”
“Oh my God.” Her face turns a shade of red reserved for apples. “If I’m right and that’s Andrew, he’s going to know who I am. He’ll tell my dad and the whole thing is going to blow up.”
“People might talk, but there’s no proof of anything. We’re two adults and I was helping you with the dress. That’s all.” I kiss her forehead and unlock the door.
The first face I see is Andrew’s. His blue eyes track her for a moment before he refocuses on me. “Shit, man.” He grins. “You were just fucking that chick, weren’t you?” He glances outthe back window, studying the woman I was with as though he’s going to compliment me on my game, but his face drops instead.
I really hate this kid.
“She was trying on clothes. That’s all,” I say, before holding the dresses Violet picked up toward the cashier. “I’d like to pay for these.”
“I should hope so after that,” she snaps. “I should call the police!”
In forty-six years, I’ve never done anything nearly as wild as this. Hell, I’m not sure I’ve everthoughtanything as wild as this, but Violet brings something out of me. Something raw and feral. Something animalistic I can’t control.
“Sir!” the woman continues. “I said… I should call the police!”
I know a lot of folks in town, but I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting this specific Karen yet. She’s barely five feet tall, but she stands like she’s about to take down a mugger single-handedly, her bright red hair frizzing outward, framing her narrow blue eyes. If I had to guess, I’d say she’s a peach who brightens everyone’s day with her calm and welcoming demeanor.
“Would you like my money, or not?” I say flatly.
She rolls her eyes and heads toward the register, pushing a few buttons as she glares.
It’s then that I see a camera for sale on a shelf behind the register. I don’t know a lot about photography, but it’s sturdy looking. It’s a brand I’ve heard of before and the lens looks long, like the one Violet was telling me about.
“How much for the camera?”
The woman rolls her eyes. “Considering the sick things you’ll probably use it for… a thousand dollars.”
I raise my brows. “A thousand dollars? It’s used.”
“And a thousand is the price. Take it or don’t.”
A flash of Violet fills my mind as I imagine her down by the creek, lifting rocks to take pictures of the dragonflies and the isopods, the sun beaming down on her, a soft smile on her face.
I want her to have everything she’s ever wanted, and I’m going to be the one to give it to her.
“I’ll take it,” I say, pulling my credit card out of my wallet.
“Great,” the woman glances down at my card, “Cash Wilder. I’ll ring you right up.”
Fuck. Well played, Karen.
Chapter Nine
Violet
