Chapter 23
VIOLET
Something is definitely shifting in the kitchen, and my heart races with the knowledge of it. None of us say a word, but I can tell we all feel it. We’re all wrapped up in this tension, in this feeling that right now, anything could happen.
Part of me feels like I’m walking on a cliff’s edge.
I could stop this right now, get us back on track to doing the baking lesson or even call an end to it and say that emotions are high and we should all go to bed.
Or… I could jump. Into whatever this is.
It would be risking a huge fall, and maybe a painful landing, but maybe…
maybe it could lead to something good. A promising resolution to this feeling growing between the four of us.
Something in my head is telling me to take the chance. To not let this moment pass by. Who knows what tomorrow will be like? Maybe the guys will be back to hating each other and they might be mad at me for meddling. Maybe this moment will never happen exactly like this again.
So for once, I don’t second guess myself. I lean up, following the feeling, and kiss Rhett again.
This time, it’s more than just the brush of lips from a moment ago.
This time, it’s a kiss with intention that neither of us can pretend isn’t there.
I let more of my attraction to him bleed into it.
All those feelings I’ve been holding back, watching him chop wood and handle the fireplace, wanting to touch him.
Everything that’s built up since our experience in the shower together.
I put it all into the kiss, pressing into it, making a soft noise of pleasure when he kisses me back.
His calloused hands come up and grip at my hips, dragging me even closer to his body. He smells so good, and he feels warm and solid, so it’s not hard to let myself melt against him.
His teeth nip at my bottom lip lightly, like he’s not sure if that’s okay, but the noise I make in response probably answers that question for him.
When we break apart to breathe, the air in the kitchen is even more electric.
Sawyer and Lennox are watching us with eyes that burn, both of them looking intense with the anticipation of what might come next.
I move automatically, going back to Lennox. He takes me into his arms as soon as I get there, meeting me in the middle for the kiss.
It’s deeper, hungrier than before, and I’m so aware of the other two watching. Lennox puts so much feeling, so much heat into the kiss, and when he bites down on my lower lip, there’s no hesitation in it at all.
I whimper at the slight pain, arching against him. Behind me, I hear Sawyer groan in response.
Lennox pulls back, his eyes searching my face, and whatever he sees there makes a smile pull at the corners of his mouth.
That just leaves Sawyer, standing off to the side. His words from the bakery are fresh in my head, as well as the feeling of closeness I’ve been thinking about since it happened. It’s almost a relief to stumble over to him, letting him catch me and jerk me tight against his body.
“Saving the best for last?” he murmurs against my mouth and then kisses me before I have a chance to respond.
Just like before, I can feel the other two watching, but I want them to see. It makes my skin buzz with heat, my body responding to the feeling of their gazes and the way Sawyer kisses me.
It’s deep, hungry, like he’s finally giving in to what he wanted to do at the bakery and intends to enjoy every bit of it now that he’s allowing himself to do so. Or now that I made the first move.
Either way, it leaves my head spinning, and I have to gasp for breath when he pulls back.
There’s a slightly smug expression on his face, and a mixture of arousal and mischief dancing in his eyes. “You want me and my brothers to get along, Heartbreaker?” he asks.
I nod, licking my lips. I can taste him there, mingled with his brothers, and it makes my heart skip a beat. “Yeah,” I manage to pant. “That would be nice.”
He smirks, leaning down to murmur in my ear. “Do you want us to show you how well we can get along when we have a common goal in mind?”
It’s loud enough for his brothers to hear, certainly, and none of them argue.
My heart thuds in my chest, and I can guess what he’s getting at. “Am I the common goal?” I ask all the same.
Sawyer just chuckles.
Lennox shares a look with him. “We can be good at sharing, is what Sawyer means,” he says. “And he’s asking if you want us to demonstrate.”
I can’t believe this is happening. For all my fantasies, I don’t think it really crossed my mind that I could have all three of them wanting me like this. At the same time, even. It feels like a dream, and my stomach flutters with the thrill of it. If it is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.
Not until I see how far this could go and how good it could be.
So I nod, too breathless to speak at the moment.
Lennox growls, moving in to press me closer against Sawyer’s body with his own.
He grips my chin and turns my face to his, leaning down to kiss me again. His lips are insistent, working mine until I’m kissing him back. There’s something feverish about it. My mind keeps layering the first time we kissed, years ago, over this experience, and it makes my head spin.
Lennox lets me go after several seconds, passing me back to Sawyer. Sawyer kisses me with just as much intention. He presses his tongue past my lips, and I moan, welcoming him to do it.
He kisses like he wants to claim me. Like he wants to make sure there’s no way I could forget the feeling of his mouth on mine, of his tongue charting a path to make mine dance against his.
But when Lennox tugs me back, Sawyer lets me go easily, watching with barely repressed desire as his brother kisses me just as deeply.
It’s hard to keep track as they pass me back and forth. I turn into a whimpering mess, arching between them as my body responds. I can feel my pulse between my legs, and it’s just from these kisses.
Neither of them has touched me much more than that yet. Just hands on my hips, fingers at my jaw, my chin, turning me this way and that. But that’s enough to have my body humming with need for them.
When I take a breath, I can see Rhett watching us.
He stands there, still as stone, but his eyes are burning. There’s more emotion in them than usual, and it feels just like the way he watched me in the shower earlier. Like a physical thing I can feel, pressing down on my body.
“I’ve thought of you too,” I whisper to him. “Even before earlier in the shower. How could I not?” I hold his gaze, pleading silently with him to understand that I need him too.
He always holds himself apart, but I want him here, to take part in this with his brothers. It burns under my skin from how badly I want to feel him touch me, feel him kiss me again.
Please, I think, willing him to understand. Please come over here. Please don’t let this moment pass.
And I can tell that Rhett understands. I can see him debating with himself, turning it over in his head. In the end, a look of something like determination joins the arousal in his eyes, and my heart thumps agreeably when he mutters, “Fuck it,” under his breath and steps forward to join us.
He tugs me into his arms, and neither of his brothers argue about it. They just move in closer, letting their hands roam over my body as Rhett kisses me.
It’s a rough kiss from him, his lips moving hard against mine. But I lean into it, surrendering to the way he wants this. Lennox and Sawyer keep touching me, and then I feel lips on my neck, trailing down to where my clothes cover my shoulders.
Teeth bite down on my throat a bit, and I moan into Rhett’s mouth. He swallows it down, kissing me deeper.
Sawyer takes my face in his hands then and kisses me again. I can feel him smirking against my mouth just a bit. He licks into my mouth and then pulls back, spinning me around so that my back is to his front.
I come face to face with Lennox, who watches with an expression that’s some combination of fierce desire and something else I can’t quite read right now.
“You have no idea what you look like, do you?” Sawyer murmurs in my ear. It sends a shiver down my spine and sends goosebumps spilling over my skin. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
I shake my head a little, but he isn’t done.
He skates his hands over my body, letting them glide over my curves.
“You’re solid,” he says. “And that’s good.
You won’t break when we touch you. When we do all the things we’ve been wanting to do to you.
” Those hands find their way between my legs, and I gasp, spreading them automatically.
“Your thighs are so soft. So fucking plush. Makes me want to bury my face between them for a while.”
“Sawyer,” I groan. My hips thrust forward, looking for something to grind against. His words are lighting a fire in me, and judging from the way he chuckles, his breath fanning against the back of my neck, he knows it.
He knows that he’s setting every nerve in my body on fire, making me crave more touch, more sensation.
“What?” he murmurs, nuzzling against me while his hands keep exploring.
“You want me to keep going? You want me to talk about how I can’t take my eyes of your tits, even when you’re wearing an apron?
How I can see how fucking gorgeous you are when you’re covered in flour, and it makes me want to make you messy in other ways? ”
I moan his name again, biting down on my lip hard.
I’m already feeling hot and turned on, and then his hand starts moving. He slides it under my dress, and judging from the chuckle he breathes out against my ear, he’s found out how wet I already am.
“I see you like this,” he teases. His finger presses against my clit through my panties, and the drag of the fabric against that sensitive bud is enough to have my knees buckling just a little.
I’m panting, every touch getting me even hotter for him.