Chapter 19
Nineteen
Enzo
It was fucking difficult to keep my eyes off of Violet during dinner, and I knew Asher was struggling with not touching her as much as I was.
Once we all finished, we told her we would handle the cleanup so she could take the bath she had been talking about.
Apparently, she had some new body wash she couldn’t wait to use, and we were the poor bastards who were left with blue balls, just thinking about her lathering it over her naked body.
I closed the dishwasher with a little more force than necessary, hearing Asher chuckle as he finished wiping down the counters.
“I’m going to go record for a bit,” I said, my tone gruff as I thought about what Violet was doing in the bathroom.
“Don’t you have enough content to last you a few months?” he teased, leaning against the counter as he folded his arms and crossed his ankles.
“Shut up,” I muttered. “Thanks to Violet, I’ll soon have enough content to last me years.”
He nodded in agreement, and I knew that he had been recording more lately as well. It was like we were both so hard up for her that we needed a way to relieve all of the built-up tension, and neither of us was interested in finding another woman to help us.
“She’s changing,” Asher said as I started to walk away.
“What do you mean?”
I wasn’t sure whether he meant she was physically changing before she got into the bath or if he was being more metaphorical.
“I mean she’s changing. She’s coming out of her shell.”
“How so?”
I knew she was changing because I had noticed it too. But I wanted to hear his point of view to make sure I wasn’t just making shit up in my head while hoping she was getting one step closer to taking us up on our offer to play.
“She’s gaining confidence, for one. It took a lot for me to get her to agree to buy those crop tops, and now she’s freely wearing it around the house with nothing but a fucking bra underneath it.”
“What is she supposed to wear under it?”
“I don’t know.” Asher pushed off the counter and threw his hands up. “A tank top? A shirt? Anything but a fucking bra that barely contains her tits.”
I pressed my tongue into the side of my cheek to keep from laughing.
“She went to a sex store today,” he continued. “A fucking sex store, Enz. Those bags weren’t just lingerie. She fucking went to a sex store and bought toys!”
“Easy,” I said with a laugh I couldn’t hide as I pushed my hands down in front of me to signal him to bring it down a notch. “You don’t have to shout her business through the house. I know, I saw the bags.”
“I told you—she’s changing. She’s turning into this sexual being, and I don’t... I don’t...” He blew out a frustrated breath, unable to finish his sentence.
“I want her to be ours,” he finally said. “I want to take care of her and show her things she’s never experienced before. I want her to want us as much as we want her.”
“I know,” I said softly. “I want that, too. But all of this is still very new to her. We have to give her time to figure out who she is and what she wants. Right now, she’s still staying with us and seems to feel comfortable here. Let’s keep it that way.”
Asher hung his head and stared at the floor.
“She’s going to be the death of me if she keeps wearing sexy shit like that,” he muttered.
“Well, I guess if you die, then I’ll just have to satisfy her by myself. Not that I mind.”
He lifted his head and rolled his eyes, his dimpled grin starting to show.
“You’re such an asshole.”
“Hey, you’re the one who isn’t sure you can handle her right now. I’m just saying, I’m not afraid to step in and take over if it’s going to kill you and all that. Just be sure to post your content before you go so I can have extra income to spoil her with after you’re gone.”
I smirked as I turned and walked away, leaving a very sexually frustrated Asher in the kitchen while I went to my room to sort out my own shit.