22. Violet
22
Violet
M y limbs trembled as I crossed the club to find Ivette. But like she said, no one approached me. She was talking to the coat check attendant when I tapped her on the shoulder. “Hey, where are the guys?”
She shrugged. “Probably in their offices.” She tilted her head in the direction I’d just come. “Take the stairs behind the bar.”
“Thanks.”
My heart hammered in my chest. Butterflies floated in my stomach. An electricity raced under my veins. I felt a little crazy. A little reckless, but something was pushing me forward. If I hadn’t watched him make my drink, I would’ve thought the bartender had spiked it.
My heels clicked on the wrought iron stairs. But instead of making me feel confident, the sound grated on my frayed nerves.
Was I going to do this?
The hallway looked familiar. This is where they’d brought me that night. I just couldn’t remember it all because I’d been drugged.
My chest tightened as the memories tried to push in. I forced them from my mind. I wouldn’t think about that. For this test to work, I couldn’t.
Shoving open the first door, I grasped for my courage. I wasn’t sure who I’d been hoping to find. Reid, who cared for me. Connor, who’d held me through a panic attack. Maverick, who made me feel protected.
My heart hammered in my chest when I saw all three of them. For the first time, I noticed how handsome they all were. Each one different, but sexy. The breath caught in my lungs as I stared.
Reid with his suit and tie. His dark hair that made his blue eyes appear brighter, almost as if he could see straight through me. Connor with a lock of blonde hair falling over his forehead and a leaner body in casual clothes. His hazel eyes skimming across my skin, making me feel something I couldn’t identify. Then there was Maverick, who was shirtless, again. Sweat dripped down his thick tan muscles. His gray eyes danced with an insanity, but it was somehow still inviting.
They were gorgeous. The only men I felt at ease with. If I was going to do this, it had to be with them. But would they want me?
“One of you kiss me.” I demanded breathlessly before whatever manic energy that gave me this idea disappeared.
“What?” Maverick’s head jerked back. The air in the room changed. Their hesitation and refusals hung in it.
I rushed to Connor because he was the closest. I wasn’t thinking. I couldn’t think. If I did, I wouldn’t do this.
I’d talk myself out of this bold move. And this might be my only chance. The one time I was crazy enough to say it.
I could feel the desperation in my expression as I looked up at him. “Kiss me.”
“Violet.” I heard the warning in Reid’s tone as he spoke from behind us.
“Please.” I begged Connor, focusing on him. “I need to know if I can do this. He can’t take this away from me. I don’t want him to be the last person who kissed me.” My hands landed on his chest as I leaned into him, but my voice cracked. “Please, I don’t want to be broken.”
His hazel gaze softened as he grasped my cheeks. I sighed as he pushed a piece of hair from my face. “You’re not broken, little bloom.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but he slid his palm to the nape of my neck. Pulling me closer. And in a breath, he fused our lips together. His kiss was firm. Insistent.
I waited to feel disgust. Fear. Panic.
But all I felt were the sparks under my skin colliding. Forming a giant ball of energy that desperately wanted to be released.
The lust burned my body. Flowed through my veins. Consumed me.
My lips parted eagerly. My fingers curled into his shirt as his tongue glided along mine. He kissed me long and deep. Touching parts of me I hadn’t even known were broken. But instead of hurting, he healed me.
With one kiss, I felt myself getting better. The fragmented memories disappeared, replaced with thoughts of Connor.
Wondering what his mouth could do to me in other places. What my name would sound like from his lips. How it would feel to be with him.
I whimpered as he dropped an arm, gripping my hip. He took the kiss deeper as he lifted me. My legs wrapped instinctively around his waist. My hands grabbed his shoulders for support.
Our centers lined up and I could feel what I was doing to him. He groaned as I held him tighter. The sound left me craving more.
I was so lost in this moment. The rest of the world fading away. I didn’t notice the warm body behind me until their hand smoothed over the curve of my ass. I gasped, and Connor swallowed it.
Once again, I waited for the rush of fear. For flashbacks. That’s what I predicted would happen. But they never came.
Maybe because Simon had drugged me. All I had were snippets. A burst of pain. A muffled cry. A grunt. Blood. Handcuffs. They flickered through my mind, but I couldn’t grasp onto any of them.
Especially not now when all I felt was excitement. Pleasure. It was the first time in months, years, where I’d felt anything good.
My body tingled as the person behind me skimmed their hands under my dress. His warm fingertips slid down my thighs. My muscles tightened with desire. My breathing became harsh. His fingers slipped under my panties.
I moaned and rocked my hips. Then I stilled. Was this really happening? Were they both touching me? Why did this seem right? Why weren’t they jealous?
Connor’s hand drifted into my hair, deepening our kiss as if he didn’t want me to forget him. Their battle for my attention made me feel more alive than I ever imagined I could be.
It was overwhelming. Addicting. Whoever was behind us trailed through my center, gathering up my arousal.
“All this from just a kiss.” Maverick groaned. His warm breath tickled my neck, sending a shiver of desire through me. “I’d say you’re more than okay. You’re a desperate little slut.”
I gasped as I rocked my hips into his hand. I felt Connor’s thick cock on my clit and I relished the reactions I was creating. It was like I’d never been broken.
I had two men touching me, and I wasn’t panicking. Wasn’t even thinking about what had happened to me. I was too focused on them. On the pleasure building in my veins. On the insanity of them both wanting me.
Maverick moved along my slick flesh never pushing inside me. He teased until my movements became frantic. It only seemed to spur Connor on. He kissed me harder. My lips bruised as I fought to keep up.
Our tongues tangled. Our breath mingling as we attacked each other. Neither of us wanting to let go.
It was exciting trying to focus on them both. But my attention was drawn to Reid as he spoke. My eyes snapped open, connecting with his over Connor’s shoulder.
His gaze was hungry as he watched. “Make her come.”
Desire exploded inside me. It turned me on even more to hear him command the others. To take control. I didn’t have to think or worry because they would take care of me.
“Come all over my hand, belladonna.” Maverick whispered in my ear as his lips brushed along my neck. My pulse jumped. “Show me how much you like being touched by us.”
Connor kept kissing me as Maverick pushed two fingers inside my pussy. I was so wet there was no resistance. The angle from behind was hitting spots I didn’t know existed.
My lids wanted to close, but I couldn’t pull them away from Reid as he stared at us. The blue of his gaze seemed to darken. His teeth ran along his lower lip as if he was imagining being the one to kiss me.
He pressed a hand to his hard cock through his pants. My eyes followed the movement. A gasp caught in my throat as I shot them back to the smirk on his face. He wanted me to see what I did to him.
Euphoria consumed me. A deep satisfaction I’d never felt before. I was the one who made them feel this way.
Maverick’s tongue ran along my neck as he pumped in and out of me. Connor kissed me as if he wanted to eat me alive. Reid watched like he’d die if he looked away.
I moved my hips faster, riding his hand as I ground my clit into Connor’s thick cock. It was too much. Too long since I’d felt good.
The sensations crashed inside me until I couldn’t take it anymore. The pleasure stole the air from my lungs, forcing me to break the kiss. I moaned as my body tightened and released, pushing the euphoric feelings through my veins. My head lulled on Maverick’s shoulder as the intensity of my orgasm threatened to destroy me.
Before I’d even caught my breath, he pulled from inside me. My heart slammed on my ribs as he brought his cum soaked fingers to my lips. He smeared them across my skin like lip balm.
He dropped his palm to my throat, yanking me towards him. A second later, he was crashing our mouths together. He kissed me as if I wasn’t still in the arms of another man. A bouncing sensation in my stomach told me I was just as desperate for him.
He smirked as he released me. “I’d say you’re perfect.”
I was blinking in surprise when Reid crossed the room. Moving to stand on my right, opposite where Maverick was. My heart beat faster as he fisted my hair, yanking me closer. My fingers dug into Connor’s shoulders so I wouldn’t fall.
Reid bent his head. My chest tightened as his tongue ran along my bottom lip. I wondered if he could still taste me there. “Open, pretty girl.”
I was powerless to resist. My mouth parted. I waited for his lips to press to mine. For him to kiss me roughly like his hold on my hair, instead he spit into my mouth.
My entire body jerked as I felt it hit the back of my throat. I gasped, swallowing him down. For a moment, my chest tightened, and I worried his crude act would ruin this for me. Make me feel used and disgusted.
But then he smiled and said, “Good girl.”
Heat burst inside me as I stared up at him. His blue eyes burned with desire for…me. It was everything I could have wanted. I felt myself getting lost in him. In them.
Then the shutters closed. The spark in his eyes died, and he dropped his hold on my hair. My head jerked back as he released me. “That’s enough.”
Connor pressed a kiss to my forehead as he lowered me to my feet. My mind spun as they all stepped away. It was as if they hadn’t made me come. Hadn’t changed my world.
“What?” I gasped, still reeling from the quick change.
“We proved your point.” Reid said as he straightened his jacket, not even looking at me.
“You just asking for a kiss made the three of us hard.” Maverick’s steel eyes raked over me, making my nipples tighten. “You’re desirable, baby.”
“We want you so much it’s driving us crazy.” Connor moved from behind me, joining his brothers.
My gaze bounced between them. Were they really stopping right now? This was all just because I asked? They did this for me.
I saw their cocks straining against their pants. Felt the wetness between my thighs. I wasn’t nearly finished.
“I want more.” I needed more of this feeling. It was like a drug. I didn’t think. Didn’t worry. I felt like it was essential to my survival.
My body hummed as I stepped towards them. My hands hovered in the air over Reid’s chest. Maybe I’d chosen him because he was closest to me. Or because he was clearly in charge.
But it didn’t matter because as soon as I came close, he moved away. My arms fell limply to my sides.
His words sliced into my fragile heart. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”
Perhaps it was the post orgasm bliss. Or the euphoria of knowing I could still feel desire, but I felt brave. I closed the distance between us, reaching for him again. “Yes, I—.”
“Violet!” My entire body stilled at the command in his tone. His chest rose as he glared at me. “We’re a group. In everything we do. You can’t just have one of us. It’s all or nothing.”
“We don’t sleep with each other.” Connor clarified. “But we find we work better if we do things together.”
“Why?”
“We never wanted anything to come between us.” Reid’s stare dared me to judge them. “Not even a woman. You’re not ready for that. For us.”
“Most women aren’t.” I looked to Maverick as he spoke. “At least not for more than a night or two.”
“You need someone to take care of you.” Connor sounded almost apologetic. “Someone to help you heal.”
And that wasn’t them. They were telling me. The heart they’d started to mend cracked.