Sprinkle All The Way (Evergreen Lake: Under the Mistletoe)

Chapter 25

twenty-five

NOAH

“Noah?” I hear Violet call from the hallway.

“In here,” I yell, sinking below the bubbles so she can’t see my chest yet. Soon though.

She’s in the doorway of the bathroom a second later, frozen when she sees me. The second I had this idea I ran upstairs so fast, filling the tub and finding the bottle of bubble bath. I’m finally ready to let her in and I hope what I’m about to reveal doesn’t send her running for the mountains.

“Join me?” I ask, reaching out over the tub.

She surveys the room, from the folded towels on the toilet and my clothes scattered around the floor. I didn’t have time to find a candle before I heard her coming up the stairs. She doesn’t say anything as she steps in and closes the door behind her. My pulse races when she reaches for the button of her jeans, slowly undoing them and sliding them down her legs.

Memories of us in her bed come to the front of my mind, and how she tightened around my fingers as she came. How I want to feel that again, and so much more. I can see the violet on her thigh from that night she gave me my first tattoo, and I want to jump out and bite it. There’s more tattoos sprinkling her skin that I didn’t notice from our night together. A half sun and moon decorates her hip, surrounded by smaller stars.

My gaze travels up her body as she grabs the bottom of her shirt and lifts up. At the first peek of skin, I realize this is going to be the first time I’ve seen her like this. Does she have more tattoos that have been hidden by clothes this entire time?

All the breath leaves my lungs when my eyes land on the space between her breasts. An intricate design of lines and flowers disappear behind a sports bra, and my dick grows harder in the water. I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off her for much longer.

She moves to grab her bra, but stops to put her hair up. I let out a groan and sink further into the tub, running my hands along my face.

She giggles, and the warmth of the sound fills me. “Impatient much?” she teases.

“If you wanted to move faster and get in here, I wouldn’t be against it,” I laugh through my hands, peeking at her.

“Okay, fine, fine,” she says as she hooks her thumbs in her underwear to slide them down her legs. They’re a simple black cheeky pair, and I watch as they join my boxers next to her. Finally, she pulls her sports bra off. Her tattoo stops right between her breasts, and I can see her nipples are pebbled. I can’t help the small moan that escapes my lips at the sight of her standing naked in my bathroom.

“Please, Vi,” I beg, reaching my hand out to her. I do my best to help her into the tub without breaking the surface. She squeals when her toes dip into the hot water, and I’m worried I made it too hot before she finally steps into the tub. Luckily, it’s big enough for both of us, and she settles in across from me. There’s a second of awkwardness as she tries to figure out where to put her feet before I grab both of them and set them in my lap.

She gasps when one brushes against my hard cock, and I moan at the brief contact before she settles on my thigh.

“There’s a loofa behind you,” I tell her, pointing to the small shelf in the corner. Reaching behind her, she grabs it and adds some soap. I watch as she lathers herself in suds, making sure to keep her hair dry. I rub her feet beneath the water, running my hand along her shins every so often. The goosebumps on her legs are prickly underneath my fingertips and my balls tighten.

“Your turn?” she asks, holding the loofa out to me, still covered in suds.

This is the moment of truth. I’m fully aware Violet hasn’t seen my bare chest, and that I’ve been hiding it from her. I reach up and grab her hand, pulling her closer to me. She gasps as she settles over my legs. Hers are now open and spread over mine so she’s straddling me and I’m aware of how easily it would be to let her recreate our moment on the couch. I push back instead and into a better position for her to help me, my nipples tightening when they hit the cool air and my heart picks up speed like it’s going to run away.

I’m watching her eyes as she takes in the tattoo spread across the left side of my chest, over my heart.

“Noah,” she sighs, barely audible over the pounding of my heart as she reaches to trace the edges of the bouquet of violets. Her touch is like a fire on my skin as I wait for her to say anything about the silent confession inked in me. When I think she’s about to say something, I see her eyes grow wider when she notices the tattoo over my clavicle. It’s smaller than the violets, but still damming, with two footprints moving forward, and one moving back. “Noah,” she breathily sighs again.

She continues to run her fingers along the lines, from my shoulder down to the violets, her touching lingering over my nipple. The pleasure shoots straight to my dick and my hands grab her waist, pulling her flush against me. Her center rubs along my shaft and my head falls against the wall. She gasps at the contact as my fingers dig into her waist, keeping her still.

“How long have you had these?” she whispers as the loofa glides over my chest.

Taking a deep breath, I lift my head to look at her. “Just under eight years.”

Her movements still for only a second before she continues to wash me, moving down my arm. She’s refusing to meet my eyes, but I can see the small upturn of the corner of her mouth. “Did you see my rib one?” she asks, finally glancing at me through her lashes as she washes around my wrist. “Or were you too busy looking at this one?” One hand leaves the loofa, her finger slowly dragging down her chest. I watch, memorized by the suds trailing after her finger. I hardly register when she reaches under my chin and tilts my head up to look at her. “Well?”

“No,” my answer comes out jagged, and I have to clear my throat to get it back to normal. “Which side?” I ask, moving my hands up her sides, hoping to feel the slight rise of the ink on her skin without having to take my eyes off hers.

“Left side,” she tells me, nodding to the area. The second she does I feel the smallest change in her skin, running my thumb over the long tattoo stretching from under her breast to her side. I don’t know how I didn’t notice it before. Violet drops her head at my touch, letting out a long sigh and moving her hips in the slightest so our centers rub together.

The pressure builds at the base of my spine and I do my best to not encourage her before I get to see this tattoo. I don’t want to rush this moment with sex, I need to know if she’s about to confess something to me as well. Removing my finger, I tilt my head to see the small cursive font spread across her skin. Black and a bit faded, I can tell it’s older than her sternum one. Reading the phrase makes my heart stop before the pounding in my ears continues. ‘Two steps forward, one step back’ stares at me in my own handwriting. A matching sentiment to the tattoo on my clavicle.

“Vi, how long have you had this?” I ask, looking at her, but I’m already certain of the answer.

“Just under eight years,” she admits, abandoning the loofa completely and resting her hands on my shoulders.

“How’d you get this?” I ask running my thumb over my handwriting that’s been on her body for years. Thinking about all the times she’s touched it and thought of me, how she’s had me with her all these years.

“One of your notes,” she tells me. “I kept every single one.” I think back to all the boxes we still have to go through, and now I’m determined to find the rest of those notes. Her hands move up my neck to my jaw, cupping my face. “It’s always been you,” she whispers.

My body takes over as I pull her close to me and our mouths fuse together. Water splashes out of the tub as I open my mouth for her, letting her take control. Her nails rake into my hair and keep me close to her as she explores my mouth. I meet her tongue with my own, her sweet taste better than anything I can imagine. Wrapping my arms around her, I stand in the tub as her legs meet behind my back.

“Don’t slip,” she teases, breaking the kiss and biting my lip.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I say, stepping out of the tub. My foot slips for a millisecond before I right myself on the mat.

“Noah!” Violet screeches, laughing as she moves to kissing my neck. I hike her up higher on my body, to avoid her brushing against my cock that’s begging for any kind of release. She yelps, but doesn’t stop her mouth as she moves to suck on my earlobe.

I reluctantly remove one arm from her skin to grab the towel. “Dry first,” I say, tossing one over her back. She huffs and stops kissing me as I run the dry fabric up and down her arms. My skin instantly misses the warmth of her mouth, but I know it won’t be long until it’s back on me.

“Bedroom?” she asks, her voice desperate and her eyes hungry.

“Bedroom,” I agree, holding her tighter and leading us out of the bathroom.