TPOV
Tate had wanted to spend the entire day in bed with Violet, but Violet insisted that she needed to help Moira with lunch. Violet and Moira seemed to have formed a bond, which didn't really surprise him, considering Moira had come to the compound under similar circumstances. The only difference was that Hugo didn't love Moira, while Tate has been in love with Violet ever since he was eleven years old.
So, while Violet went off to help Moira, Tate went to check-in with Hugo. He knew Hugo would want a status update.
After washing up and getting dressed, Tate walked into the main house and headed towards Hugo's office. The door was slightly open, and he could hear his dad breathing heavily. Tate knocked twice on the door and pushed it open.
Hugo was seated at his desk, but he was turned away from the door. Tate saw that Madison was on her knees in front of his dad giving Hugo a blow job.
"Do you want me to come back later?" Tate asked with a smirk.
Without bothering to turn around, Hugo held out one hand, indicating he wanted Tate to wait, and then Tate heard Hugo groan as he finished in Madison's mouth.
Tate walked over to the couch and sat down. Hugo fixed his clothes, and Madison stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand while she stared at him. Tate stared back at her and smirked when he saw that she had a shiner on one of her eyes. Looks like Violet gave as good as she got, Tate thought with satisfaction.
"Madison, when you see Moira, send her to the house," Hugo said dismissively, and turned in his desk chair to look at Tate.
Madison flounced out of the office, clearly upset that Tate wasn't going to acknowledge her.
"How did it go last night? Are we on schedule?" Hugo asked as he leaned back in his chair, steepling his hands in front of him.
Tate had gone to check out their latest batch and secure the preliminary contacts needed for the next shipment. Normally, one of the other guys could have gone to do this, but Tate had an extra errand he needed to do, so he volunteered to go last night.
"Everything went fine. The shipment looks like it will be ready in a couple of days," Tate said.
Hugo nodded his head and said, "Good. I think you should stay with your mother for a couple of months after this shipment. If you say Violet is your neighbor, her parents probably already suspect you took her since it would be too much of a coincidence that both you and Violet are gone. If you're there, it would throw them off."
Tate narrowed his eyes at his dad and said, "Or they might think I killed her. I'm not stupid. If I show my face around that neighborhood you know the cops will bring me in."
Before Hugo could respond, there was a knock on the door, and Moira popped her head in.
"Did you need me?" Moira said as both Tate and Hugo turned to look at her.
"Yes, come in," Hugo said and then he picked up a paper from his desk and looked at it. "Tate, we'll discuss this further tomorrow. You're in training today. Might as well sharpen you up since you'll be leaving in a couple of days."
Tate stood up and walked out of the house. Hugo is so full of shit, Tate thought as he shook his head and made his way back to the cabin to change for training.
"C'mon gringo, that all you got," Nando, one of the better fighters at the compound, taunted Tate.
The two of them were circling each other, looking for an opening, while a few of the other guys watched from the sidelines. They were both shirtless and wearing shorts since it was boiling hot in the corral they used for training. Sweat dripped off of both of their bodies, and Tate quickly brushed his wet hair out of his eyes. They were both about the same size, but Nando was older and more experienced at 27. But what Tate lacked in experience, he made up for with tenacity and a willingness to do whatever it took to take his opponent down. That's what made Tate one of the tougher fighters on the compound.
Smiling, Tate found an opening, when Nando became distracted by something behind him. Tate lunged forward with a left hook and swept Nando's leg, causing the older guy to fall on his ass.
Tate stood over Nando with a smirk, and Nando looked up at him while he rubbed his jaw.
"You're pretty good for a white boy," Nando commented and grinned back at Tate.
"It's pretty easy when you let yourself get distracted," Tate replied and held out a hand to help Nando up.
Nando took Tate's hand and stood up. He then gestured with his chin to something behind Tate and said, "It's easy to get distracted when a fine, ass, mamà walks by."
Tate turned around and saw Violet walking from the common hall to the cabin. She was wearing short denim shorts, a white and blue stripped tank top, and an oversized burnt orange cardigan. She wasn't wearing anything provocative, but she still looked too sexy for her own good.
"Let me know when you get tired of her and I'll take her off your hands," Nando muttered and let out a low whistle.
Tate snapped his head back to glare at Nando, and without even thinking about it, he punched Nando hard in the face, splitting his lip.
Nando stumbled back, spitting out blood, and yelled, "What the fuck!?"
"Don't even fucking look at her again. She's mine," Tate seethed and curled his fists.
Nando held up his hands and said, "Relax, hombré. I'm not going to take her from you. But, fuck, I have eyes, and I'm a fucking man. What are you going to do? Fight everyone that thinks your chick is hot?"
Nando had a point, and Tate couldn't help but feel his old insecurities creep up. What if he wasn't enough for Violet? What if Violet didn't want him?
An image of Violet and Gabe's kiss flashed in his mind and was quickly replaced by an image of a seventeen year old Violet now in the arms of Nando. Get out! Get out of my head! Tate screamed at himself mentally as he scrunched his eyes closed and pulled at his hair.
"Fuck, que pasa? Are you okay?" Nando asked breaking Tate out of his dark musings.
Tate opened his eyes and saw everyone staring at him like he was going crazy. Taking a deep breath, he let go of his hair, and turned to walk out of the corral.
"Hey! Adonde vas? We still need to train!" Nando yelled after him.
"I'll be back," Tate yelled over his shoulder as he made his way to the cabin.
2009
"Did you guys see all the new meat this year?" some douche bag asked the other douche bags in his vicinity, which included Gabe.
Tate rolled his eyes as he continued to change out of his gym clothes and into his regular clothes. His locker was behind the locker of the douche bag that asked the question, in the next aisle. So even though Tate couldn't see them, he could hear them.
He had P.E. last period, so he wasn't in any hurry. Sometimes he would cut class, but usually he liked going to P.E. because he liked to run. It was the only time he felt free from his problems. Sometimes he felt if he ran fast enough, he could escape all the piss and vomit that contaminated his world. The thought crossed his mind that he could join Track, but that would mean he would need to take a drug test. Yeah, not gonna happen.
This was Tate's sophomore year, so he knew that the 'new meat' that douche bag was talking about were the freshmen girls.
"Yeah, the new crop looks good, but I got dibs on Violet," Gabe said.
Tate slammed his locker door shut when he heard Violet's name. He and Gabe stopped being friends around the same time that he stopped talking to Violet. Gabe used to be his best friend growing up, but that all changed when Tate saw Gabe and Violet kiss.
"Which one is Violet?" another douche bag asked.
"She's the one with the long, light brown hair, and she was wearing a black long sleeve shirt under her gym shirt," Gabe replied.
"Oh yeah! She's the one with the nice legs! Damn, why do you get dibs, Gabe?" one of the douche bags said.
"Because I've known her for a long time and I've just been waiting for her to grow some tits before I pop her cherry," Gabe said causing Tate to curl his fists and see red.
One of the douche bags laughed and said, "Shut the fuck up! You've never fucked anyone. How would you know what to do with her cherry?"
Tate heard as they all closed their lockers and made their way out of the locker room. He followed after them from a distance. There were four guys in total, including Gabe. They were all laughing and giving Gabe a hard time. All Tate could think about is how Gabe said he was going to pop Violet's cherry.
Tate was supposed to meet up with his friend Dylan after school. They were going to go to the skate park and get stoned. But now the only thing Tate wanted to do was beat the shit out of Gabe.
They all left the school and were walking home. Gabe still lived on the same street as Tate, so Tate knew it would only be a matter of time before Gabe's friends went to their own homes and it would just be him and Gabe.
Tate walked faster to close the distance between him and Gabe once Gabe was alone. Gabe must have heard him approach because he turned his head back and looked at him.
"You in a hurry, Langdon?" Gabe smirked.
Instead of answering, Tate shoved his shoulder against Gabe, causing Gabe to trip over his own feet and sprawl on the ground. Before Gabe could get up, Tate stood over him and punched Gabe in the face when Gabe turned his head to look at him. He then kicked Gabe in the stomach hard enough for Gabe to flip over onto his back. Tate then leaned his knee on Gabe's chest, and grabbed Gabe's hair to force him to look at him.
"What the fuck, Tate?!" Gabe stuttered.
Tate leaned close to Gabe's face and hissed, "Stay away from Violet, fucker, or I'll fucking kill you."
With that, Tate slammed Gabe's head on the sidewalk and stood up.
Gabe lay on the concrete glaring at Tate as he backed away, but he didn't get up. Once Tate was assured that Gabe wasn't going to try anything stupid, he turned away and headed to his beach.
He had been walking for about ten minutes when he noticed a black Lexus with dark tinted windows following him. Thinking it was yet another douche bag (how many douche bags do I have to deal with in one fucking day? Tate thought to himself) needing directions, Tate turned to look at the driver when the car pulled up next to him.
The driver smiled at Tate, making him feel uncomfortable, and said, "Tate! Got a minute?"
"How the fuck do you know my name?" Tate asked with a raised brow.
The guy looked vaguely familiar, but Tate couldn't place a name with the face.
"I'm your dad, Hugo," the man said with a shit-eating grin.
Tate's eyes hardened before he turned and walked away from the car. He didn't know whether to believe the guy or not. But in any case, Hugo left him with his cocksucker of a mother nine years ago and, other than the time Violet was his light, his life has been shit ever since.
"Hey, I'm talking to you, boy!" Hugo yelled after Tate.
Tate heard as 'his dad' parked and got out of the car. Soon Hugo was walking next to Tate.
Without looking at him, Tate asked, "What do you want?"
"I've been watching you for a couple of weeks now. That was pretty impressive, what you did to that kid back there", Hugo said with a huge Cheshire smile. "I'm thinking I could use someone like you in my business."
2012
Tate opened the door to the cabin and saw Violet sitting on the floor of the living room, piling some clothes into a hamper. She looked up when she heard him come in, and Tate felt some of the agitation he was feeling dissipate when he saw her stare at his bare chest.
She looked so fresh and clean, while he was a hot, sweaty mess from training. Still, it didn't stop him from walking over to her, pulling her up, and smashing his mouth against her supple lips. Tate groaned when he felt her lips moving along with his, and he gripped her waist tighter when he felt her little tongue slip into his mouth.
Tate couldn't get enough of her taste. She did taste like strawberries and her mouth did feel like satin against his lips. Like he always imagined. He almost loved kissing her as much as he loved fucking her. With this thought in mind, he tried to back Violet up against the wall, but she pulled away from his kiss and stopped him.
Confused, Tate looked down at Violet and noticed she was looking at him with an almost shy look in her huge eyes. She then slowly made her way to her knees in front of him and gripped the top of his shorts and boxers. Comprehension dawned on Tate, and he swore he could feel every single drop of blood in his body go straight to his cock.
Violet swiftly pulled his shorts and boxers down, and his cock bobbed in front of her face in greeting. Tate saw her already wide eyes get even wider and he saw as she gulped.
She then leaned forward and nuzzled her face against his dick, and Tate closed his eyes and gripped her hair. Soon, she began licking him like a lollipop and by the time she took him into her warm, wet mouth, Tate wasn't sure how long his legs could hold him up. He thrust into her mouth a couple of times, and that was it for him. It felt like this was his first blow job considering how fast he came. He tried to pull out before he came in her mouth, but she brought her hands around to grip his ass, pulling him in closer, and she swallowed him up, causing Tate's every brain cell to explode.
When she finally released him, he pulled her up, and dragged her over to the couch to lay with him. After pulling up his shorts, he pulled her on top of him, while he caught his breath.
"Did I do a good job?" Violet asked quietly.
Tate let out a little laugh and said, "In case you didn't notice, you had me cumming in 4 minutes flat. Yeah, I'd say you did a good job. Why are you even asking?"
Violet didn't answer him right away, and he heard her as she let out a big sigh.
"I don't even know why I'm letting her get to me, but Madison said I wouldn't know how to please you. I've only given head one other time, so I wasn't sure of my . . . abilities," Violet said in a rush.
Tate did not like the thought of Violet giving head to some other guy before him. He knew it was hypocritical of him because Violet knew he had a sexual relationship with Madison in the past. The difference was that he always loved Violet, even when he had sex with other girls. In contrast, Violet might have had actual feelings for the guys she dated before him. But he couldn't change the past. All he could do was shape their future.
Deciding to let his negative thoughts go, Tate lifted Violet's face until he could look into her eyes.
"Hey, everything you do pleases me. Always has. Forget about Madison. It's just you and me," Tate told her, before leaning down and capturing her lips in a sweet kiss.
The next evening, Tate had Violet bent over the boulder near the river and was buried balls-deep inside of her. He was supposed to be leaving the following evening, so there was a certain urgency to Tate's movements, and he was probably plunging harder into Violet than he meant to. But, by the sound of her moans, she was enjoying it as much as he was. Soon he felt Violet's orgasm crash through her as her pussy squeezed his cock hard, forcing his own climax.
Once he caught his breath, he placed a gentle kiss on Violet's back, pulled out of her, and quickly disposed of the condom. He really didn't want to use condoms with Violet. To him, it didn't matter if he got her pregnant or not. In fact, he felt a baby would tie her irrevocably to him forever. But, he knew she was right. They were too young to have a baby, and he knew he was too selfish to share Violet with anyone, even his own child. Maybe in another ten years, Tate thought as he sat on the ground and pulled Violet against his side. They stared out at the river, watching as the full moon danced among the ripples in the water.
Tate couldn't remember the last time he felt this happy and content. Probably way back when he and Violet were little kids. But even then, he had to deal with Constance's abuse.
The past couple of days were the closest thing to heaven for Tate. During the day, Tate would steal kisses from Violet or find ways to make her smile whenever their paths crossed. For their siesta, they played Uno and listened to music in their cabin. They were re-learning each other, and what Tate learned about Violet was something he had always known: she was the perfect girl for him.
"You know, the river sort of reminds me of this beach I used to go to back home," Tate said quietly, breaking the silence.
Violet stayed quiet for a few seconds, like she was thinking about what to say, and then she said, "I used to go to the beach too. I usually snuck out of the house at night to go. Sometimes I felt I was the only one in the world because there would be no one else there. I would pretend there was a zombie apocalypse and I was the last one left. I would stare out at the ocean and think it was calling out to me, wanting me to walk into its embrace so it could take me away from the shit-hole the world had become."
Tate smiled at Violet's story. It was sort of dark and sort of twisted, but he knew how Violet wasn't like normal girls. He never knew Violet went to the beach as well. He wondered if they were ever at the beach at the same time, each of them staring out at the ocean, lost in their dark thoughts.
"Zombie apocalypse? I like that," Tate said as he chuckled a little.
Violet nudged him with her shoulder and let out a laugh before saying, "Yeah, I had a feeling you would. Remember when Resident Evil came out on DVD and you forced me to watch it in the basement? I couldn't sleep without a nightlight for a week!"
Tate shrugged and said, "I thought you weren't afraid of anything."
Violet looked at him and said, "I was seven!" And then she attacked his ribs, tickling him, until he fell back laughing.
Violet was straddling him now and tickling everything she could get her nimble fingers on. Tate twisted his body and tried to shield his ribs with his arms, but she was too clever. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore, so he rolled them until he was straddling her and he pinned her arms above her head.
His laughter died down as he stared at Violet's face. They were both breathing harshly and Violet's eyes practically twinkled as she looked into his eyes. I love you, Tate thought as he felt his heart thump against his chest. Then he leaned down and kissed her.
Ever since their first kiss the other day, Tate couldn't get enough of Violet's mouth. He was addicted. Tate nipped her bottom lip and slipped his tongue into her mouth when she opened up for him.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of someone approaching. No one had ventured this far down the river before. Tate immediately broke off the kiss, grabbed his gun, and stood in front of Violet.
"What is it?" Violet whispered from behind him as she stood up.
Tate didn't answer her. Instead he looked towards the sound of footsteps and tried to make out who was coming from the shadows.
Finally, Tate saw Hugo appear. Hugo was casually walking towards them with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face.
"What are you doing out here?" Tate asked as he relaxed his posture.
Hugo lifted his brow and said, "I could ask you the same thing. Shouldn't you be in bed? You have a long day tomorrow."
Tate grabbed Violet's hand and said, "We were just leaving."
As Tate and Violet walked past Hugo, Tate noticed his dad leering at Violet. Violet had her jaw clenched and Tate could feel her body tense up, like she was getting ready to either fight or run away. Pissed at Hugo for staring at Violet and worried about Violet's reaction, Tate decided they would talk once they made it back to the cabin.
"Are you okay? You seemed really uncomfortable just now," Tate stated once they entered the cabin.
Violet walked into her room and said, "I don't want to talk about it," over her shoulder.
Tate followed Violet into her room, not ready to drop the subject. Something was up.
Tate sat on Violet's bed and watched as she changed out of her clothes into her sleep shorts and tank top.
"What happened?" Tate asked with a touch of menace.
Violet started pacing and she wouldn't look at him. She was agitated but still she didn't say anything. Tate grabbed her wrist and pulled her down into his lap. When she struggled to stand again, Tate wrapped his arms around her and forced her to stay seated.
"Answer me," Tate said quietly.
After a few seconds of silence, Violet finally looked at him and said, "Besides me and Madison getting into a fight, something else happened while you were gone. With your dad."
A/N: Wow! This is probably the longest chapter I ever wrote! What can I say, I just LOVE writing in Tate's POV! Lol! Please excuse any typos (I proofread it, but I might not have caught everything), and especially please excuse any mistakes in my Spanish. Even though I grew up around Spanish my whole life (I live in Central CA), I never learned it, and I took French in high school. Haha! Anyway, as always please read & review! xoxoxo