Chapter 24
LENNOX
My brothers and I react at the same time, impressively coordinated. We grab Violet before she can hit the floor, steadying her between us as she’s wracked with shaking from her orgasm.
Moans and whimpers spill from her sweet lips as she writhes through it, and my cock throbs in answer. It’s already tight against my pants just from watching this and being a part of it, and it’s only getting worse.
I glance at my brothers, and we all share a look of silent communication.
I had no fucking idea that this was how the night was going to go.
From the baking lesson to finally having it out with Rhett and Sawyer about our issues, to this… but now that I’m here, working together with the two men I used to be closer to than anyone else to please this gorgeous, bright, sweet woman, I know I don’t want to stop.
Whatever comes after this will be worth it for this moment.
I slide my hand down to where Rhett and Sawyer still have their fingers buried inside her. She’s dripping around them, her arousal thick and heady. When my fingers brush over her clit and entrance, she shivers hard, clearly still very sensitive.
I gather the proof of how hard she came on my fingers and then press them between my own lips, licking them clean.
Violet tastes so familiar, but also different than I remembered from that one night years ago. It’s like she’s somehow sweeter now. Maybe memory is playing with my head, or maybe things have just changed. Either way, I want more.
I look at Violet, gripping her chin lightly to make her look at me. It takes some time for her eyes to clear of their daze and for her to focus, and when she does, I smile at her.
“Are you with me?” I ask quietly.
She nods.
“This is your last chance to change your mind.”
Violet shakes her head eagerly. “I don’t want to change my mind,” she says, and fuck—her voice sounds so wrecked already, and we’ve barely even scratched the surface of what we want to do to her.
“Thank fuck,” I murmur back. I lean in and kiss her, keeping the grip on her chin so she’s right there in it with me. She melts into it, making soft little sounds against my lips that just go straight to my cock. It’s hard enough to hurt now, and again I think that I just want more.
I don’t think I’m the only one.
When we part, I glance up at my brothers, who are watching with matching fires burning in their eyes. “Bring her into the bedroom,” I tell them.
Sawyer rolls his eyes, snorting. “You’re so damned bossy,” he mutters, but it’s not with the same edge it would have been just a few hours ago. There’s less heat in it, and he can’t mask the eagerness he’s feeling as well to get Violet in a real bed.
Rhett catches Violet under the knees once we move away, scooping her up into a bridal carry.
“Oh, be careful, I’m not—” Violet begins, the way she always does when someone goes to pick her up. I don’t know who made her feel like she’s too big to be lifted easily, but I have some guesses.
“Heartbreaker, look at Rhett,” I say. “You think a man who spends that much time splitting wood and carrying logs and whatever else can’t carry you?”
Violet’s cheeks flush, and it’s not from embarrassment. At least, not totally. “I’m heavy,” she mumbles.
“No, you’re not,” Rhett says. “I’ve got you, Tink.” He adjusts his hold on her, pulling her closer to his chest to prove a point.
Violet wraps her arms around his neck and buries her face in the hollow of his shoulder, falling quiet as Rhett carries her to the bedroom.
Sawyer and I follow, not speaking. It’s not a tense silence, at least not the way our silences usually are. If there’s tension, it’s all sexual and devoted to Violet, and it’s brimming with anticipation.
Rhett lays her out on the bed like she’s something precious, and I step up and start to undress her. I slide off her panties and coax her to lift her arms so I can start getting her dress over her head.
Behind me, Rhett and Sawyer help, unlacing her shoes and taking them off.
One of them removes her bra as well, and I try to hide the way my hand shakes at the notion of undoing the clasp there. It’s too fiddly for my bad hand, but no one comments on it, and it feels more like teamwork than anything else.
And then—at last—Violet is naked and spread out on the bed for us.
Her cheeks are flushed, and the color spills down her neck to her chest. I can see the way her hands flex, like she’s fighting the urge to cover herself even now, but she doesn’t give in to that urge. She’s shy, but she’s fucking gorgeous.
“Don’t hide,” I tell her. “You’re so fucking nice to look at.”
The flush on her cheeks just darkens. “You’ve seen me naked before,” she murmurs.
I nod. “It’s been a long time, though. And I thought you were fucking nice to look at then too. You might not remember, but I couldn’t get enough that night.”
Violet bites her lip, but there’s no hiding the look of pleasure on her face to hear that. I’ll tell her as much as she needs to hear it that she’s fucking beautiful and I want her.
Maybe to take the attention off herself or maybe just because she wants to, she sits up on the bed and reaches out for us. “Come on,” she says. “I don’t want to be the only one naked here.”
“Your wish is our command,” Sawyer says with a wink. He drags his shirt over his head, showing off his chest and abs for her. Rhett and I follow suit, undressing quickly—the heat of Violet’s gaze on us the entire time.
I’ve never really thought about stripping sensually, but with her watching, I push my pants and boxers down slowly, letting her watch as my cock bobs free from the confines of the fabric.
Her eyes go wide, zeroing in on the movement and the flushed hardness of my cock at the same time.
“Oh wow,” she breathes. Her eyes dart between us all. “You all have piercings… down there.”
I glance over, and realize she’s right. Not only do I have a Prince Albert, but Rhett has a Jacob’s Ladder, and Sawyer, the show off, has a Magic Cross piercing.
Sawyer grins, stroking his cock leisurely with one hand. “So we do,” he says. “Do you like that, Peaches? Does it turn you on?”
“I’m mostly curious,” Violet admits. She moves onto her knees on the bed, leaning in closer. “Doesn’t that… hurt?”
I shrug. “Not anymore. Now it’s just decoration. And fun for whoever we’re with.” I add that last part with a grin.
“Hurt like hell to get though,” Sawyer says. “Big needle, sensitive flesh and all that.”
Rhett nods his agreement. “I handled it though. It wasn’t that bad.”
“Well, yours doesn’t go all the way through the head,” Sawyer says, shrugging. “So it was probably easier. And how long have you had yours anyway?”
“A few years.”
“See, you’ve forgotten what it felt like. I got mine last year, and it’s fresh in my mind. And my dick.”
“Leave it to you two to start competing over dick piercings,” I mutter under my breath on a sigh.
Rhett and Sawyer both look at me at the same time. “Just because yours is boring—” Rhett begins.
“Doesn’t mean you have to be a hater,” Sawyer finishes.
“It’s classic, not boring.”
“That’s the same thing.”
Violet laughs, her eyes alight with arousal and interest. “You don’t have to argue about it,” she says. “They all look good. They suit you.” They must, considering she hasn’t looked away since we undressed.
Her speaking up draws our attention back to her like moths to a flame. The bickering is forgotten, and we’re all focused on Violet and the way she looks right now.
“How much do you like them?” I ask her.
Her tongue flashes out of her mouth as she licks her lips. “A lot, I think,” she murmurs.
“You think?”
“I’ve never um… I’ve never been with anyone who had piercings there, so…”
I smirk, stepping in closer to the bed. “Is that so?”
She nods, biting her plush lower lip.
“Do you want to do more than look at them?” I ask her. “Do you want to know what they feel like? All of them?”
Her breath catches in her chest, and her eyes are as wide as dinner plates. She nods again.
“Do you want us to fuck you?”
“Yes.” It comes out on a whisper, but there’s so much heat in it.
Just knowing she wants us is enough to make my cock throb even harder. There’s a bead of precum at the tip, and it spills its way down, sliding down the shaft. I’m so drawn to her. Every time she breathes in, it’s like she’s drawing me in closer, and I give in to the pull, moving to kiss her again.
Violet moans against my lips, and I press my tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeply. She opens for me, letting me stake my claim there, tasting her and working her up even more.
Around me, Sawyer and Rhett move in, finding places on Violet’s perfect body to kiss. I don’t see what they’re doing, but I can hear the hitches in Violet’s breathing that give away how much she likes it.
Her breasts are so soft where they’re pressed against me, and I can feel the heat coming off her body.
More than anything I want to be inside her right now.
I remember what it felt like, how her body gripped my cock and tried to milk it of everything I had to give back then, and I want to know if it would feel even better now, without the alcohol and the knowledge that it was only going to be a one night thing.
Sawyer and Rhett are hanging back just a bit, like they’re waiting to see where this goes and how it’s going to play out. In the back of my mind, I think about everything Violet said to us in the kitchen and about the falling out between me and my brothers.
There’s always been a kind of selfishness to it, all of us more focused on doing our own thing than trying to mend any bridges and reach out.
It would be easy to give in to what I want and slip my cock right into the warm, wet pussy between Violet’s legs, but instead, I pull away, deciding to be the person who offers up the olive branch.
“Sawyer,” I say, my voice coming out strained from just how fucking turned on I am. “Why don’t you start things off?”