19. Violet
Violet
I felt weightless as Jagger carried me out to the hot tub. He had put a bikini top on me but left my bottom half bare. My head was on his shoulder as he stepped outside, but when I heard Shaw moan, I perked up.
Jagger stopped so we could both take in the sight that awaited us in the hot tub.
Luca was behind Shaw, one hand around her throat, the other playing with her clit as he pounded her from behind.
She still had her bikini top on, but it wasn’t doing anything to restrain her breasts.
They bounced up and down wildly as Luca fucked her.
Biting my lip, I glanced around. Lyric or the others could discover us at any minute. Did I care? Not really. They probably wouldn’t understand, but their opinions didn’t matter.
Her eyes were closed, enjoying the stolen moment, but when they opened and she saw us, they took on a greedy quality. “Baby,” she moaned, reaching a hand toward us.
Her voice pulled Luca out of his head, his swirling eyes meeting mine.
My breathing picked up. This was one of my favorite parts of our intimate moments with our friends.
My soul mates. Watching him come undone while inside Shaw, but his eyes glued to me.
Like he couldn’t look away. As if he would die if he even blinked.
Jagger carried me over to the hot tub and carefully sat me on the edge.
Always treating me like I was delicate during our special times together.
Shaw didn’t hesitate. Cupping my face, she kissed me, her tongue dancing with mine in a wild battle.
I kissed her back while reaching for Luca.
Behind me, Jagger positioned himself so he was able to play with Shaw’s tits and mine at the same time.
I pressed into his touch. Feeling sexy, wanted. I opened my eyes when Shaw broke the kiss. Pushing Luca back, she dropped to her knees on the seat in the hot tub and spread my folds so she could suck on my clit.
Luca groaned like he was in physical pain. “Baby, that’s such a beautiful sight. Her head between your legs…fuck!” He wrapped his hand around his still-hard cock, stroking himself as he watched.
“Shaw,” I moaned, my head falling back. Jagger was there to support me, cradling my body with his so I didn’t get hurt.
“Fuck.” Luca fell behind her, thrusting back into her so hard her nose smashed against my clit. She gave a muffled shriek, her entire body spasming, and I knew she was coming. I turned my head, accepting Jagger’s kiss.
“Fucking love you,” Shaw moaned, nipping at my clit, but she was too dazed from her release to do more just yet.
I grinned, stroking her hair. “Love you too.”
My stomach was what put a pause on our fun. I hadn’t eaten all day, and after our vigorous workout, I was starving.
Luca glanced bleary-eyed at his phone screen, somewhere between awake and asleep after having shared me with Jagger. “Lyric texted about half an hour ago. Asking if we wanted to eat dinner with them.”
Shaw grunted from her spot on the bed. She was curled up with her head on Jagger’s stomach, but her naked ass was pressed against my side, not willing to be so close without touching me.
She’d come so many times, she was basically a zombie at the moment.
I reached out for her hand, entwining our fingers, and heard her soft sigh.
“As much as I hate to admit it, we can’t live off pussy all weekend,” Jagger said with a grin, kissing the top of Shaw’s head.
“There’s plenty of food in the kitchen,” Luca said, reading a new text from his brother. “He says he didn’t expect us to eat with them. Monroe and Gian are still at some waterfall.”
“I could go for a sandwich,” I said, lazily tracing my finger over Luca’s abs.
Shaw sat upright so suddenly I yelped. “I’m fucking starving.”
“Let’s shower, and we’ll go eat,” Jagger suggested. “If you go out there smelling like pussy, there will be questions.”
“Meh. Like Lyric hasn’t already guessed.” Shaw kissed me then stood up, right on the mattress. “This thing is like a trampoline. If I didn’t have so much come in me, I’d jump around and try it out.”
“Sorry not sorry,” Jagger laughed, rolling out of bed. Catching her around the waist, he picked her up but paused to scan his eyes over me tenderly. “We’ll make the sandwiches and bring them back so we can eat picnic-style in bed.”
Luca tossed his phone aside and wrapped himself around me. “Thanks, man. I need some cuddle time.”
“No fair!” Shaw complained as Jagger carried her into the bathroom. “I want to snuggle with Violet.”
“You can cuddle her later, baby,” her husband promised. “Let the man fuck his wife in peace.”
“Fine,” she sighed dramatically. “But only if I can fuck her after dinner.”
“Deal!” Luca called after them.
Giggling, I reached for a pillow to smack him with, not surprised that they all smelled like sex. We should probably pay to have the room deep-cleaned. “You’re all fiends.”
As soon as the door closed behind them, Luca grabbed me and rolled us across the bed, making me laugh harder until he stopped, leaving me on top of him. Pushing my hair out of my face, I peered down at him.
“Hi,” I murmured.
His swirling brown eyes transfixed me for a moment. After all the years I’d known and loved him, I still couldn’t stop being hypnotized by those amazing irises. They gave away his every emotion. Right then, I saw his love for me, his lust, his happiness, but also a lingering touch of concern.
Guilt smacked into me. “I’m sorry.”
“Not what I want to hear,” he said, drawing little infinity symbols on my back. “Because you have nothing to be sorry for.”
“I do, though,” I argued, nibbling on my bottom lip. “I wasn’t being open with you about how I was feeling. I was—kinda still am—very…self-conscious.”
“Because a bunch of limp-dick, Cialis-popping motherfuckers were talking trash.” His jaw worked as he struggled to get his anger in check. He hadn’t paid any attention to what the sports talk show hosts had said, so he didn’t know the full extent to which they had dared to go.
But I’d been silly enough to let them bother me.
Paparazzi had intentionally taken unflattering pictures of me for no other reason than to keep the hype going.
It was disheartening to see myself plastered all over media sites looking like a fat, homeless person while they posted pictures of my husband looking delicious in workout gear, his abs showcased for the world to drool over.
The side-by-side comparison, along with their vitriol, had fucked with my mental health.
If I had simply been open about it, most likely, it never would have gotten so bad.
“I’ve been so busy with the retirement shit and the Super Bowl that I didn’t give you the attention you deserve,” he soothed. “That’s on me.”
“You gave me plenty of attention,” I defended.
“No, baby,” he sighed. “I seriously didn’t.
I let you turn the lights off when we made love the last week or so.
Didn’t even think about why you suddenly started doing that.
If I’d paused for two seconds and thought about it, I could have reassured you how much I love your body the way it is.
” His eyes darkened. “And then I would have called Shaw and scheduled some group time so we could all remind you.”
“I love you.”
Luca rolled me onto my back. I was going to feel all the extra love in uncomfortable ways the next morning, but the aching feeling deep inside me was worth it.
Slowly, he sank into me. “I love you too, baby. So much.”
“I-I love them too,” I reminded him. “But I love you more. You are first. Always.”
He thrust slowly, taking his time, showing me his adoration. “I know, Vi. And you know I’m okay with it. Because they love you too.”
I brushed my fingers over his violet tattoo. “And you love them.”
“I do,” he admitted. “But right now, I need it to be just you and me. I want to feel you come around my cock, baby. Then we can go back to playtime with our friends.”
“Luca,” I whimpered, arching up into him. “I will give you anything you want.”
His eyes darkened. “I want you slow. We take our time loving each other. Let me worship you, Vi.”
Tears burned my eyes, my heart so full of love it was almost too painful to breathe. “Take as long as you need. I’m yours, Luca.”
“I know you are, baby.” Kissing me softly, he worked his hips back and forth. It was different from how he’d jackhammered into Shaw from behind in the hot tub earlier. Then, it had been a frenzy to get off. Now, his only objective was to show me how much he craved me.
My moans filled the room, but from the bathroom, I could hear Shaw as she and Jagger made love in the shower. I tuned them out, giving them privacy to love each other while I loved my husband.