I am so sorry that is update took so long! You can hit me if you want to. I deserve it. I have been too busy this week. Here is the update, though. I'm giving you some nice sexy time in this one to make up for the wait. XD

Violet rolled over to the other side of her bed when her phone started to vibrate against the bed side table. She groaned, still half asleep when she picked up her phone and saw that she had a text message.

(T) – Hey

She smiled when she saw that it was from Tate. She didn't mind being woken up by him. Anyone else would have gotten a very mean reply.

(V) – Hi there.

(T) – Morning. What are you up to?

Violet rolled her eyes when she looked at her clock and saw how early it was.

(V) – Well I was sleeping.

(T) – Sorry. I've been up for a while.

(V) – It's cool. Why have you been up for so long?

(T) – Been thinking about you.

Violet's cheeks turned pink as she blushed at Tate's text message. She wondered if he was playing with her, trying to get a rise out of her or see if she would play along. She decided to see how far he was willing to go.

(V) – What's going on in your mind?

It took a minute for Tate to respond, and Violet got nervous that maybe she read his signals wrong. Maybe he had been thinking about her in a purely innocent way.

(T) – I can't stop thinking about us in the locker room…

Violet's eyes grew wide, and she blushed a deeper red. She had dreamt about their locker room escapade last night. She couldn't stop thinking about how Tate's lips and hands felt on her body. She bit her lip while she typed and sent her reply.

(V) – Why think about it when you can relive it?

(T) – What?

(V) – Well my parents are still asleep… I could sneak you in the house.

(T) – Seriously?

(V) – Be here in 10.

Violet sat her phone down on the bed side table and jumped up, thinking of the things she needed to do before Tate got to her house. She thought about changing into actual clothes instead of the ones she slept in. She looked down at her attire – a long, baggy sweater and knee socks. She shrugged. This outfit would be the easiest to take off once Tate got here. She smirked and made her way downstairs, being a quiet as possible as to not wake up her parents.

She stood by the door, watching out of the window. She smiled when she saw Tate walking up the walkway to the front door. She slowly opened the door, still smiling. He smiled back at her and opened his mouth to say something, but she stopped him by placing a finger over her lips. She winked at him, and he smirked.

Tate took Violet's hand in his and followed her silently up the stairs and into her room. His eyes danced around the large space, looking at her sense of decoration and style. Violet moved behind him, locking the door. She moved back in front of him, looking up into his black eyes.

"Hi." She smiled and whispered.

"You look nice." His voice was a deep whisper as his eyes roamed over her body hungrily. "Little tease." His hands moved to her hips and pulled her body against his. "You have no idea what your texts do to me…"

He spun them around and pressed her against the wall. Violet gasped when she felt Tate's arousal pressing into her stomach. "Well…" She whispered. "I think I've got a pretty good idea actually." Her eyes shot down to his hips and then back up to his eyes.

"Vi…" He started to murmur, but Violet placed her fingers over his lips.

"You seem like a lot of talk and no action." She teased. She gasped a little too loudly when Tate grabbed the backs of her thighs and lifted her off the ground, pulling her legs around his waist and thrusting his hips against hers. She moaned when his lips pushed against hers, and she pushed back with as much fervor. Her hands gripped onto the front of his shirt, pulling at it. She moaned louder when his hips ground more roughly into her. She could feel her wetness starting to seep through her underwear, which was the only article of clothing between her core and his jeans. The rough material of his jeans sent shock waves through her body whenever he pushed against her.

A knock on her bedroom door stopped both of their movements.

"Violet? Are you okay?" Her father's voice drifted from behind the door.

"Uh… Yea. I'm fine… I just… I hit my toe on the desk. No big deal." Violet was stuttering because her brain was foggy. Tate bit his lip to keep from laughing at how she was fumbling around for words. He moved his hips against hers again, and she smacked the back of his head, glaring at him.

"Okay, baby girl. I'm going back to bed. Love you." Her dad called out to her before walking away from her door and down the hallway. Violet waited until she couldn't hear his footsteps anymore before she smacked Tate's again, on his shoulder this time.

"You asshole!" She whispered angrily. Tate laughed quietly. "Are you trying to get caught?" Violet glared at him.

Tate's expression became serious. "Maybe I don't like sneaking around…" He let go of Violet's thighs and let her feet fall back to the ground before turning and walking away from her, moving to the middle of her room.

"Are you kidding me? We already had this discussion, Tate." Violet stayed leaning against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest.

Tate turned around and shook his head. "Did you ever think that maybe I don't just want to fuck you? That maybe I want more than that?"

Violet shook her head. "I already told you why we can't…"

"Well then I don't think I can do this."

Violet moved away from the wall and walked over to her bed. She lay down in the middle of it and starred back at Tate. "Fine. You can leave now."

Tate didn't move. He stood in the middle of Violet's room, staring at her. When he moved he didn't move to leave, he moved to climb onto her bed and kneel in front of her. His hands moved up her calves and thighs, spreading her legs apart so that he could settle his body between them.

"What are you doing?" Violet asked as Tate's hands dipped under the hem of her sweater.

"I'm showing you what you're going to be missing." Tate grumbled as his hands were fully under Violet's sweater now, pushing it up over her hips so that it pooled against the middle of her stomach. His fingers hooked into the band of her underwear and started to slowly slide them down her legs. His eyes moved up to look in hers and saw that she was staring intently at him.

Once Violet's underwear had been thrown to the end of the bed, Tate moved down so that his face was near her core. She shivered when his hot breath drifted over her sensitive skin. Tate looked up at her one more time before leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss on her hip bone. Violet bit her lip to keep from moaning at Tate's movements.

"Fuck, Vi…" Tate groaned when he saw how wet she was. His lips ghosted over her slit, making him smile when her hips arched upwards. He loved seeing how much she wanted this. He pressed his lips to her core, slipping his tongue along her wet folds.

"Oh…" Violet whispered as Tate's tongue started to massage circles on her clit. Tate moaned against her, sending more shock waves through her body. "Tate…" His name rolled off of Violet's tongue easily.

She almost cried out when Tate slipped two fingers inside of her. Her walls stretched tightly around his fingers, and he moaned when he thought about how she would feel wrapped around his length. His tongue continued to lap against her swollen nub as his fingers started a steady rhythm inside of her. Violet' hips were rising and falling against his ministrations, and she could feel her release building.

She whimpered when Tate pulled away from her right before she hit her release. She opened her eyes and saw that Tate was smirking at her.

"Tell me." He spoke.

She tilted her head to one side, confused. "Tell you what?" Her voice was breathy and full of lust. She clenched her thighs together to try and sooth the throbbing in her core.

Tate leaned over her so that his face was close to hers. "Tell me that you want to be with me. Tell me, Violet."

"I… Tate…" Violet didn't know what to say. She did want him, and she certainly wanted him to continue what he was doing. She liked him, but she also didn't want to tell her dad that she was Tate. Her dad was far past overprotective, and she knew that he would just ruin everything.

Tate shook his head and moved off the bed. "When you're ready to be with me… And I mean in everyway, you know where to find me." He turned his back to her, left her room, and snuck out of the house.

Violet couldn't move. She sat on the bed feeling needy, rejected, angry, upset, and too many other emotions. She grabbed one of her pillows and held it to her face while she screamed. She was at a cross roads, and she didn't know which way to go.