Chapter 24 Vee
Vee
The whole ride home all I could see was that bitch in Hank’s arms. The way he rested his hand on her hip, holding her body tight to his.
He didn’t push her away or look at her with anger.
He wanted her there. As much as I hate to admit it, he’s replaced me, and all hopes of him changing his mind about sharing me with Luke and Josh are gone.
It was a pipe dream, and now I need to face reality.
I park my car in front of my apartment building, exhausted after a long day.
One that was both physically and mentally draining.
My body feels like lead as I walk into the building.
As I make it to my door, I see Josh leaning against it.
His arms are crossed over his chest, but it’s his face that has me rushing toward him.
His beautiful face—chiseled jaw, pouty lips, and stunning blue eyes—is bruised, black and blue. Much like Hank, he has a split lip and his eye is swollen.
I know before asking, but I still need to ask. To have confirmation that all my fears are confirmed.
"Josh," I whisper, my keys fumbling in my hand as I try to open the door. "What happened?"
He pushes off the wall, forcing a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "It's nothing, Veronica. Just a flesh wound. An annoyance more than anything."
I don't buy it. Not one damn bit, and I’m not letting him off that easy.
Unlocking the door, I step inside and gesture for him to follow. My hand reaches out on instinct and turns the light on. "Don't give me that. Sit down, I’m getting us some water and then you’re telling me what happened."
I shut and lock the door behind us, dropping my keys on the table by the door and all but run to the kitchen. Once I have two bottles of water and some Tylenol, I join him in the living room.
“Take these,” I order, handing him the pills and bottle of water. He hesitates but takes them, wincing as the bottle hits the split in his lip. “Now tell me what happened because Hank looks very similar to you.”
He sighs, running a hand through his dark hair. "Fine. Fuck, I wasn’t planning on telling you.”
“But you are.”
“Okay. Fuck!” he exclaims letting his head fall back for a second before shifting on the couch so he can look directly at me.
“Luke and I went to the clubhouse, and we saw Hank doing something that pissed us off.
I called him out on it, and... well, shit hit the fan.
Fists flew, words got ugly. But it's handled. "
My stomach twists in knots. It feels like my body’s sinking deeper into the couch cushion.
I lean forward, burying my face in my hands, letting the tips of my fingers massage my forehead.
"This is exactly why I didn't want to choose.
I didn't want to pursue one without the other.
I never meant to cause a rift between the three of you. "
Josh scoots off the couch, getting on the floor, kneeling in front of me.
He places his hands on my knees. “Look at me, Veronica.” His voice is low, calm, and it grounds the panic building within me.
"The shit between Hank, Luke, and me isn't on you.
Hell, me and Luke are on the same page. It's that big teddy bear asshole that’s the problem.
He's the one who can’t get his head out of his ass.
But me? Luke? We're not giving up on you.
Never. We'll fight for you every damn day if we have to.
We both want you. Heart, body, soul. And we'll share.
No forcing choices, no ultimatums. We're done waiting on the sidelines, watching you slip away.
I don't plan to lose you, not to him, not to anyone for that matter. "
I shake my head, tears welling in my eyes.
His words are sweet, but that’s all they are—words.
As much as I wish it were that simple, me dating Josh and Luke would still cause more drama.
The only way it wouldn’t is if Hank were truly over me.
Him with Jennalyn tonight makes it seem that way, and it kills me.
In my mind, I envisioned a happy life with the three of them.
When I sleep at night, I see them in my future.
But it’s just a dream.
“You can shake your head no if you want, but it’s the truth.
” Before I can respond to him, he reaches up, cradling my face in his hands.
His fingers brush across my cheeks, and he tilts my head down to him.
He places his lips on mine, kissing me softly, but then it deepens, hunger igniting as his tongue slips past my teeth, claiming me with a fierceness that makes my pulse race.
I’m like putty in his hands as I melt into him, my hands reaching out, taking hold of his shirt.
Josh lets out a groan. His lips disappear as he stands up, scooping me up in his arms. My legs wrap around his hips instinctively as he carries me toward the bedroom.
His lips are back on mine, kissing me like a starving man.
When we get to my bedroom, he drops me down on the bed, my back falling onto the mattress. He climbs onto the bed over me, putting his hands down on the mattress on either side of my head, bracing himself above me.
“Josh,” I whisper. “We can’t.” God saying those two words kills me.
"Yes, we can,” he murmurs, “I need you."
He lowers his head, resting it in the crook of my neck as he kisses along the tender flesh. His hands roam, tugging at my shirt, pulling it over my chest, exposing my bare midriff and bra-covered cleavage to him.
“Fucking gorgeous.” His warm breath dances across my ear, sending an aching hunger through my body.
I shouldn’t be doing this with him, but fuck, I’ve dreamed about it for so long.
Why can’t I have what I want? Why should I punish myself for feeling what I do about three men, for acting on those feelings even if one can’t accept it?
I reach up, placing my hands on Josh’s chest and push him away. He has a stunned look on his face, with a mixture of hurt. I take hold of the bottom of my shirt and start to pull it up. His frown turns into a devilish grin as his tongue glides across his lower lip.
“Let me help you, baby.”
He removes my hands from my shirt, replacing them with his. I arch my body upward, helping him as he strips away my shirt, then my bra. His mouth latches onto my nipples, sucking as his teeth graze against the tender flesh just enough to send sparks straight to my core.
"Josh," I gasp, my fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer. He switches to the other nipple, giving it the same attention as his hand slides down my bare stomach. When he reaches my jeans, he unbuttons them with such skill that he must’ve done this a million times before.
Nope, not going there. No way in hell am I thinking about him and another woman having sex.
He must sense the sudden tenseness in my body. Josh lets my nipple pop from his mouth as he lifts his body upward. “Whatever you’re thinking, stop,” he whispers as he stands. “I’ve waited so long for this. I’m done waiting.”
He takes hold of the waist of my jeans. “Lift your ass up,” he orders, giving my leg a gentle slap, and I eagerly comply as he tugs the jeans down over my ass, then yanks them down my legs, along with my thong.
He pauses, eyes dark with desire as he takes me in. "So fucking beautiful."
He quickly removes his own clothes, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the trail of hair leading to his thick cock, already hard and leaking pre-cum at the tip.
I’ve dreamed for so long of seeing him like this, and now I am. I moan softly as I bite down on my lip, pressing my legs together to ease the ache in my core.
He moves back on the bed, nudging my legs apart as he positions his body between my thighs, his fingers parting my folds.
“Hmm, so wet for me already.” He blows his hot breath down the length of my seam, and I arch my hips upward toward him. “So needy.”
My eyes gaze down my body at him as he takes two of his fingers into his mouth, sucking them before pushing them inside my pussy. He thrusts them in and out of me, curling the tips of his fingers, hitting me right on my g-spot.
“Oh God,” I cry out.
He smirks as he continues to pump his fingers slowly as his thumb circles my clit. The sensation is so intense that I’m writhing beneath him.
"That's it, baby. Let me hear you. It fucking makes me hard."
I moan, hips bucking against his hand. "Please... more." I beg.
He withdraws his fingers right as I’m about to come, and I want to scream for a totally different reason.
He moves, taking hold of his cock as he runs it through the length of my seam before positioning it at my opening.
He runs the head of his cock in a circular motion around my hole, teasing me before thrusting it deep inside me, filling me completely.
I cry out as he buries his cock in me, the perfect burn of him stretching my pussy around his girth.
He stills, letting me adjust, as he kisses me deeply.
"You good?" he asks me breathlessly. “Is this okay?”
It’s more than fucking okay. Him inside me is more amazing than I’ve ever imagined. Reality is much better than the dream.
"Yes. Move." I wrap my legs around him, urging him on.
“Your wish is my command, baby.”
He starts slow, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in, each thrust deliberate. His hands grip my hips, changing the angle he’s fucking me, so that I can take him deeper. The room fills with the sounds of our love-making.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he growls, one hand sliding up to pinch my nipple, rolling its hardened peak between his fingers. The walls of my pussy clench around his shaft, the pleasure coiling tight in my belly.
"Harder," I demand as my nails dig into his back, my legs lift, wrapping around his waist, my heels digging into his ass.
He obliges, pounding into me at a relentless pace, driving me closer to my climax.
“I’m going to come,” I whimper.
My orgasm crashes through me, my pussy pulsing around his shaft as I scream his name. He follows seconds later, burying himself to the hilt, cock throbbing as he comes inside me, hot spurts filling me up.
We collapse together; he braces his arm on the mattress so the full brunt of his weight isn’t on top of me. He doesn't pull out right away, staying connected as our breathing evens out. Gently, he rolls us to the side, slipping free from me. His fingers trail over the ridge of my hip.
“I’ll be right back,” he whispers, standing from the bed and heading to the bathroom. He returns a minute later with a wet cloth and gently cleans me, using tender strokes between my thighs and over my sensitive folds.
He steps over to my laundry basket, placing the cloth inside of it and joins me back in the bed.
"You okay?" he asks softly, peppering soft kisses to my forehead.
"More than okay," I murmur, rolling onto my side, nestling into his chest, as my arm rests on his stomach. He wraps his arm around me, holding me close to him as our legs tangle together.
This feels so perfect. So right.
We lay there in the quiet, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my shoulder.
Our quiet is interrupted when we hear his phone vibrating against the wood floor.
“One second,” he tells me. “It might be the hospital or…” He doesn’t finish the sentence. I know what he was going to say. The club.
He stands and walks around the bed, and pulls his phone from the pocket of his pants, and looks at the screen. He lets out a groan and his expression hardens.
"Fuck, I hate to do this, Veronica, but I have to go. Club shit."
Disappointment flickers, but I nod, understanding that when the Hellions call him, he has to go. "Promise me you’ll be safe."
“Promise,” he tells me as he dresses quickly. When he’s done he places his hand on the mattress and leans down, kissing me deeply. "Luke and I will be over tomorrow. Together. We want to talk—really talk—about us. All of us. I’ve waited so long for you, and I’m not waiting any longer."
“Okay.”
“Get some rest, Veronica.” With those last words he turns to leave, stopping at the door. “I’ll lock up on my way out.”
“Oh shit,” he mumbles. “I didn’t use a condom. I promise I’m clean, Veronica. But I’ll get tested if you want me to. And if you get pregnant I won’t leave you.”
“It’s okay.” I gasp breathlessly. “I’m on the pill.”
I burrow under the covers, the scent of him still clinging to the sheets. As sleep pulls at me, my mind wanders. Could I be happy with just two? Josh and Luke, sharing me, loving me without the drama?
And maybe... just maybe, Hank could learn to be okay with sharing, to fit into this without tearing it apart. The thought lingers, a fragile hope in the darkness as I drift off to sleep.