Every part of me is dying to sneak back in there, to watch her, to touch her, to make her mine in every way I can possibly fantasize. It was a miracle I managed to get as close as I did. To risk sneaking back in there right now would be tempting fate, and in my experience, fate is a cranky bitch when the mood strikes.
I take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of earth and grass, mixed with clean, crisp air, before slowly exhaling again and watching the dark mist of my breath form in front of me. The seasons are changing. It’s getting colder, and the nights darker, but the dim light thrown over the fence and into the garden illuminates just enough of the garden for me to see where I’m going.
Pulling out my phone, I smirk when I see the still open app with my short message to Violet. I hope she responds, and if she does, what will she say? Will she engage in conversation? Will she draw me closer to her, and welcome me into her life? Fate has drawn us together, only she doesn’t know it yet...but she will. Soon enough, Violet will know our paths were meant to cross. But, where hers is clean and unblemished, mine is dark and stained in blood. Will she shy away from me, or will she step into my shadows to see what monsters are hiding in the darkness?
Satisfied that I have a way to insert myself into her life, I leave as quietly as I arrived and begin the drive home. The whole journey, I’m plagued by her peacefully sleeping face, and the deep ache in the pit of my stomach grows into a fierce yearning that nearly has me swinging the car around and returning to her. I tighten my hands on the wheel, forcing myself to stay on course. Inhaling slowly, I then release the breath and repeat until my heart is calm and my mind clear.
When I finally pull into the garage attached to my home, my thoughts are steady and I have a plan firmly set in my mind. I will work to gain her trust. I will make her crave me as much as I do her, and only when she is ready to initiate a meeting and take things further will I indulge in everything I desire. Violet will be the one who makes all others seem lackluster and wilted, I just need to nurture the seeds I have sown and watch them grow until she blossoms and is ripe for picking.
Until she is ready, I need to remain patient. I can indulge in the darkest of my urges with substitutes. I’ll paint the poisonous hearts of weeds with their own blood to create the most magnificent garden. But if I can’t extinguish the insatiable need inside of me with those lesser flowers, then Violet won’t survive when I finally take her for myself. She’ll become another flower in my garden, and if she does, she’ll be the most beautiful I’ve planted. There may be more than one desire I can satisfy with her before I crush her petals between my fingers.
My cock twitches in my pants, but I shove my urges as ideas a sudden idea flits through my mind. Climbing from the truck, I head out of the back entrance of the garage and into my garden. I inhale deeply, smelling the crisp, clean air and the scent of damp soil, and a smile alights on my face. Making my way across the garden, my eyes slowly adjust to the dim light until I’m able to locate what I’m after.
I spot one of the first flowers I met—Cassia—and walk toward her. I’ve never done this before, but remembering her pretty looks, so similar to Violet’s, I know she’s the one I need right now. Freeing my stiff cock from my jeans, I wrap my fingers around it and start to move my fisted hand, rubbing the precum along the shaft to make the motion smoother. As I draw closer to finishing, my balls tighten and Cassia’s face vanishes, replaced by Violet’s, and it tips me over the edge. Cum shoots from the narrow slit on the head, painting the delicate yellow petals with the creamy substance.
I let my head drop forward and fight my shaking legs to stay upright until my shudders cease, then slowly tucking my cock away, I lower myself onto my knees. The haze of endorphins clears, and I look thoughtfully at Cassia before I gently brush a droplet of cum from one of her petals and watch the rest slowly drip down to the earth. Sighing heavily, I get to my feet and wipe my finger on my jeans before turning my back on my garden and entering the house.
Chapter Five
Zach
I wake up to my phone bleeping next to my head with a notification. I roll over onto my back and rub my hand down my face as I yawn. The sunlight behind the curtains is bright, and my head begins to pound. I slept like shit, torn between alternating desires and thoughts of Violet—one moment, wanting to fuck her until she forgets her own name, and the next, wanting to preserve her like a flower pressed between the pages of a book. I want her beneath me, and I want her in my garden, but I don’t know which of these desires is more dominant. In the morning light, reason trickles into my mind, and I force myself to stop this train of thought before it crashes.
Picking up my phone, I swipe the screen to see who’s messaging me. I smile when I see an unopened message from Kit, but when I see the notification from the app I downloaded last night, my expression deepens into a smirk. After quickly
