Love in Surrender (De La Fuente Family 8)

Shocked, I glance down and realize Blake isn’t the only one to have lost his covering. I shriek and quickly move away from him while grabbing at the soaked towel. I give up and turning my back, grab a dry towel from the rack in his bathroom, my face on fire.

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Blake

If all of the blood in my body wasn’t pulsing through my cock, I might have laughed at the situation, but as it is, I’m unable to focus on anything else. I thought I was doing okay until her towel had slipped and I’d gotten a glimpse of a firm, round tit with a hard cherry nipple begging for my mouth. Then the towel had fallen away altogether and I thought I’d come there and then.

I’m sad when she covers her sweet bottom with the towel, and have seconds before another towel lands on my lap. I quickly grab it and make sure nothing else is showing before I meet her gaze, which is difficult as she’s looking anywhere but at me.

“You’ll be okay now?” She shuffles toward the door and it’s on the tip of my tongue to apologize for yelling at her, instead I nod and watch her walk away.

My heart feels heavy, and I don’t know what the hell to do about it. I thought I was okay with pushing her toward Deacon, but I’d been fooling myself. I’m not okay with it, but it’s what has to happen. He has a good career ahead of him, whereas I have nothing but medical bills.

It’s about time I get my life back on track without being anywhere near Violet. I can’t continue to live with her while she dates someone else. It’s too much for me to handle. Plus, would she even want to date someone while I’m there to witness it? I wasn’t so sure.

Heavily sighing and feeling what seems like the weight of the world on my shoulders, I slowly move into the bedroom and manage to roll myself onto the bed. Sliding between the sheets, I ignore my throbbing dick, and wonder how the hell I could make my apartment work for me, now that I’m confined to the chair. The doctors keep telling me that feeling in my legs could come back at any point, or not at all. They all tell me not to get my hopes up, even though there isn’t anything physically wrong anymore. It’s hard to hope, so I look to make the best out of the worst, I just don’t know where to start.

Hearing a sudden buzzing, I turn and see my phone dancing on the side table with a picture of my sister lighting up the screen. I don’t really want to talk to her right now, but if I don’t answer she’ll have Kasey come and check on me.

“Felicity, I’m fine,” I answer, settling back against the pillows.

“No you are not,” she whispers. “If you were, you wouldn’t be suggesting Violet date Deacon! What is wrong with you? You broke her heart tonight.” She sighs. “You deserve to be happy Blake.” Her voice wavers.

I rub at my brow. “Felicity, you’re not supposed to be getting upset.”

“Then stop upsetting both Violet and yourself,” Kasey’s shout can be heard through the speaker.

There is some exchange on their end, and then she whispers, “Please stop pushing her away when it’s obvious to everyone that you’re in love with her.”

I don’t know what to say in response, so I cut this conversation off, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Hanging up, I drop my cell to the bed, rubbing my eyes in the process.

My head is telling me I’m doing the right t

hing, but my heart is screaming in my chest, and my body aches for a fulfillment that I’m pretty sure only Violet can provide…and as much as it will kill me, once we get back to Great Falls, I need to move back home. No matter how much I want to stay, I can’t hang around and watch her be with someone else.

“Blake,” she whispers, snapping my surprised gaze to the doorway. She hovers, half hidden by the doorframe, wearing shorts and a tight vest with thick hockey socks on her feet, making me smile.

“Well now I know why I can never find my socks.” I raise a brow. “They look much better on you than they ever did on me.” I chuckle.

Briefly grinning, she moves closer, and asks, “Can we talk?” chewing lightly on her bottom lip. “I think we need to otherwise I won’t be able to sleep.”

I swallow hard and track her as she sits tentatively on the side of the bed close by my hip. Her eyes caress shyly over me, moving up past my groin until she finally holds my gaze.

I start off sternly, “We do need to talk but I’d planned on waiting until we were home.”

There’s a slight pause as she gathers her thoughts and seemingly her confidence.

“You meant what you said, didn’t you? You really want me to date Deacon?” she sighs.

It’s difficult to hold her gaze, but I do. “Yes.” My voice cracks.

Her eyes fill gently with tears as she finally looks away.

“Okay, I guess there’s nothing much to talk about then,” she mumbles, scrambling to leave the room just as swiftly as she’d appeared, taking the shattered pieces of my heart along with her.

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Violet