by Shayne Ford
“You talked like shit to me, Jagger. That day... How could you?”
My voice breaks and his eyes wash with tears.
“I didn’t want to do it, but I didn’t know another way to make you feel...”
“Pain?”
“Yes, pain. That was the only way for you to gain a perspective, to see things for what they were.”
“How do you know all this, Jagger?”
“Because that’s how it happened to me. You did the same thing to me, Violet. It’s just that you didn’t do it intentionally. Every time you pulled away, I wanted to get closer to you, and I wanted more things from you and to know you better. This whole money-making thing became a priority when I realized I wanted to live with you, and not be on my parents' dime or yours. Having jobs back home was not the answer, and you know that.”
I tilt my head down, and his hand comes to my face, his fingers gently tracing my jawline.
I raise my eyes.
“Did you know your parents would come home that day?”I ask softly.
“No, I didn’t. I hated it that it happened that way, but that’s when he came up with the idea. I knew my mom would make life miserable for everyone. The first thing she did, she called Braxton’s parents and made it sound like we ran a brothel and porn website wrapped into one. That’s why we left for California. We surfed, partied and jerked off. A lot.”
“How can I believe you, Jagger?”
His lips curve into a smile.
“You can’t, but I know the truth and so does he, and you’ll know it too if you listen to your heart and let us come back to you. You asked me once what my life was before you... We fucked, really fucked since we were fourteen. The women you saw trampling at my house before we hooked up were there for that. Braxton and I have shared since when we were sixteen. We’ve never done it twice with the same woman, but we’ve enjoyed it more than anything else. We never thought we'd find a real woman who we can love that way. Have the best of both worlds. But it happened when I found you. He stopped hooking up with women when I met you. It wasn’t something that he planned, or I asked him to do. He simply couldn’t do it. We haven’t touched anyone else since we fucked you.”
“This sounds so damn romantic it melts my heart,” I say.
“It’s fucking ugly, but it’s the truth. I could’ve told you I wanted you to move with me overseas because I love you, and you would’ve laughed in my face. I could’ve told you that my best friend fell for you and wants to live with us, and you would’ve thought twice and perhaps rendered me insane.”
I lower my eyes briefly.
“What if I hadn’t shown up tonight?”
“He said you'd come, but I wasn't sure, so I’ve already booked a ticket to fly back next week and talk to you. I was also ready to cut his balls off,” he says letting out a soft chuckle.
I smile.
“That bed...” he says and flicks his head toward the alcove. “That’s him and me... Not other people. And the sex resort is Braxton’s house.”
“Oh...” I mumble as the images of trashed rooms come back to me.
“Yeah. So...”
He pauses and locks my eyes.
“I need to hear from you... What made you come here?” he asks.
“Um...”
“I don’t want to hear the crap you tell yourself. I want to hear the truth.”
I take a long breath and smile, sad.
“The truth is, I hated every minute of my life after you left, and I hated you for leaving me there... There was nothing left for me there. And the memories made everything worse. I didn’t imagine I’d feel so crushed. I hated you, and I hated him. That very morning he told me he loves me as much as he loves you... and for some stupid reason I believed him...” I pause and bite my lips, but I can’t stop my tears.
His skin flushes, his eyes sparkling with a soft smile.
“I tried to find an answer or explanation, but I couldn’t, so in the end, I realized I needed the truth. I came here hoping you’re going to tell me what you just said.”
“Are you here to stay?”
“For how long?” I mutter.
A small smile plays at the corner of his lips.
“I have no fucking idea. Maybe the summer, maybe the year, or maybe we’ll be back to the States in weeks. Are you ready to live this kind of life?”
His phone beeps with a message.
He scoops it out of his pocket, slides his finger over the screen, and raises his eyes to me, an incredulous smile flashing across his lips.
“Are you here with Marco?”
“I’m not here with him. He brought me here.”
“He brought you here?!” he asks, surprised.
“Yes. Why is it so hard to believe? How do you think I got here?”
“I don’t know. A cab?”
He pulls away from me, and I realize his voice is tinged with jealousy.
“Are you serious? I had no idea where you live.”
“I thought you asked my dad.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“You’re fucking unbelievable,” he says, shaking his head, and flashing a smile. “How did you find him?”
“I didn’t. He found me.”
“He found you?? Where did he find you?”
“Are you jealous?”
“No, I’m not,” he says, plastering another grin on his face, not big enough to hide his nervousness.
“He was in the club when I asked around for you. He offered to help.”
“He did??”
“Yes. Why?”
He purses his lips, squashing a smirk, his head bobbing slightly.
“Are you going to tell me?” I ask.
Smiling, he types a message.
“I should go and talk to him, then. I left in a bit of a hurry,” I toss at him tauntingly and head for the door.
“Hey, hey.... No, no. It’s okay.”
He steps in front of me, laughing.
“Excuse me? Are you stopping me from talking to other men?”
“No.”
“Who the hell is Marco?”
“Marco Senna is one of the most eligible bachelors on this island... And half of Europe,” he says laughing.
“Why is it so funny?”
“Because women chase him like crazy. They usually plot to run into him ‘accidentally’. He’s a notorious player. Of all the men, he’s the one who picked you up in that club and brought you to me. That’s fucking hilarious.”
“Mmm... So you think I have a chance?” I ask, giving him a sly smile.
“Ha, ha... That’s so not funny,” he says mockingly.
I duck and slip by him, and then start to run away from him.
“Violet?”
His footsteps follow me. I enter another room and throw pillows at him as I find my way to the terrace, giggling.
“Violet, it’s not funny,” he says, chasing me around a table trying to catch me.
I enter a narrow corridor, dash through an open door and end up back in the bedroom. He bursts in, slams the door shut and locks it.
“Oh, no, no...” I say, grinning.
“Oh, yes. You’re fucking mine.”
He stills for a minute trying to read my intentions, and I lunge to his left, and dash to the door. He catches me, locks me in his arms and presses his lips on my temple.
My body warms up instantly.
“I don’t know about you... but I’m fucking famished,” he mutters. “Tonight... we’ll do something different.”
He lets go of me and walks to a nearby nightstand, slides the drawer open and pulls out a blindfold.
He walks in front of me.
“You had one chance to walk away from me, Violet, and this was it. If you stay, I don’t want to go through this shit again. All right?”
I nod softly, my eyes drawn to his lips.
“Okay.”
His fingers trace the side of my neck and slink beneath the strap of my dress, pulling it off the sh
oulder. The fabric falls, his palm brushing the swell of my left breast.
I bite my lips as goosebumps cover my chest.
Tilting his head down, he places a soft kiss on my cheek, nothing but a distraction as his hands go to the back of my head and tie the blindfold.
Everything goes dark.
My breathing picks up, my heart drumming as I feel his touch again, his fingers rolling over my skin, his soft breath trailing down my neck, spurring a wave of pleasure over my body.
He runs his palms over my chest and slides the dress off me completely. Silken lips trace the valley between my breasts before they plant wet kisses on my nipples, the reverberations traveling down between my legs.
I lean my back against the wall as his hands slide down on me, his breath tracing my skin from my collarbone to my stomach and the apex of my thighs.
He blows hot on the triangle of satin covering my slit, his lips brushing and kissing me through my panties, his finger tracing the line between my folds.
Fireworks go off between my thighs.
I slide my hand in his hair as he hooks a finger inside my panties and pulls them down to my knees.
He moves away from me.
“Jagger?”
“What, baby?”
His lips brush mine, a rustle telling me his shirt just met the floor. He coils his arms around me, and presses his bare chest against mine, starting a fire on my skin.
Air rushes to my lungs.
“Oh... Jagger.”
He tears away from me, rests his palms on the wall on either side of me, and blows softly on my lips, bathing me in heat.
I can envision his smile.
“Please... ” I say softly.
His lips glide onto mine, soft and quivering, and then possessively.
I gasp and moan and stroke his tongue, his fingers threading through my hair. He grinds into me, his skin burning, his tongue swirling over mine while his knee pushes to spread my legs.
I grab his shaft and roll my hips, squeezing his erection. He tears away from me and kneels in front of me before I feel his warm, wet tongue sliding on my clit.
He takes a mouthful of me, giving me a kiss that sends electric sparks throughout my body.
This is insane.
Cold air rolls over my swollen flesh and then I feel his tongue again, pressing harder, as his mouth sucks on my clit, firing it up.
My lungs almost collapse with a crying moan, my wet arousal trickling on his lips.
He coats his fingers with my wetness, rises to his feet, pivots to my side and slides them between my butt cheeks. Gently, he presses them against my hole.
“Relax for me, baby...”
I do, and he slips a finger inside me, the other hand working on my clit. His thumb does small circles as he curls and slides a finger into my core.
A shudder shakes my body.
“How is it, baby?” he says, his voice sounding different.
He slides the second finger between my legs, and my walls start clenching.
I roll my hips while rubbing his erection with my hand, his fingers going deep in me.
I gasp, and arch, quickly scaling up.
“I have no words...” I murmur.
He leans to me, his lips brushing my earlobe.
“Imagine him and me, both fucking you...” he purrs, and the words do their magic, pushing me over the edge.
My ass and center clench, my clit firing, crazed.
I jerk my hips, my mind going blank for a moment as mind-blowing sensations pull me into a whirl.
Groaning and moaning, I shake uncontrollably, my hand wrapped around his throbbing cock until I start to calm down.
“Yeah, baby... You’re gonna fucking come for us, over and over again,” he mutters as he sweeps me off my feet and nudges me to the bed.
He takes my sandals off and rips my panties off me.
Another rustle falls in my ears as he tosses his jeans on the floor. He hovers over me, and I lie down on the mattress, his knuckles tracing my inner thighs.
“Open, baby...”
I bend my knees and spread my legs, his fingers smoothly sliding inside me. He pushes up on top of me and brings his fingers to my lips while slowly easing himself in.
“I missed your taste, baby,” he says, giving me his fingers to lick.
I suck them clean before he locks my lips.
My arousal meets the warmth of our mouths. I arch beneath him as he plunges deep into me, his cock hammering my walls inside.
“That’s my fucking woman,” he grunts, and I feel his voice, cock, and tongue, deep inside me.
He growls as my hips roll to meet his thrusts. It doesn’t take long before he’s fucking me fast and hard.
Warmth spreads over my body as I come again with him, his cum washing my core.
He breaths heavily on top of me, his skin sizzling under my touch. A faint kiss lands on my lips before he tears away.
Cold air rolls over me.
“Don’t move,” he barks.
His footsteps move away from me and then come back.
I feel the brush of a soft towel between my legs.
The chamber goes silent for a moment, and then I sense another dip in the mattress.
A naked body slides on top of mine, his skin cold, his chest hard, an unmistakable scent filling my nostrils.
His lips brush mine.
“Welcome home, baby,” Braxton rasps. “You’ve made us wait,” he says, and my lips curl into a grin.
“It’s nothing to smile about,” he says, cupping the back of my head.
I part my lips, hot for him already. His tongue meets mine as his cock slides in, hard as steel.
“You’ve been watching,” I say.
“You think?” he says, a smile lining his voice.
His arm tightens around me as he waves his body and thrusts.
Deep.
And hard.
“He made you so hot and wet... Fucking perfect,” he says, his chest pressing mine, my walls clenching around him.
“I missed your pussy throbbing around my cock,” he says and bites my lip.
I smile and bite him back. He kisses me harder.
“I fucking waited for this, Violet... You have no fucking idea,” he says.
He peels the blindfold off, and our eyes finally meet. He looks fierce, something I’ve never seen in him before as he fills me up again, and again. He takes my mouth, his tongue stroking mine with hunger and passion.
It all happens so fast, our bodies familiar with each other and so famished, the spike of pleasure quickly burning through us.
6
VIOLET
Soft music fills the chambers as lit candles flicker throughout the house all the way to the now quiet backyard.
The long drapes flutter in the breeze. I run a towel over my body, fluff up my hair, shrug into a short, silky robe, and slip into a pair of heels.
Two drops of perfume spread the scent of lilac in bloom over my skin.
I push the door open, the low platform bed coming into view. I glance through the open wall.
In the distance, the sailing boats light up the sea.
Naked, they wait for me in the bed, a little room left for me in the middle.
Braxton bites his lip and lets out an appreciative sound as I let the robe fall off my shoulders. Jagger rolls to his side, props on his elbow and taps the spot between them.
A smile drapes over his beautiful lips.
Smoothly, I slide onto the bed, tucking myself between them.
“If this is not a dream come true, I don’t know what is?” Braxton says, leaning on his elbow too.
Jagger observes me in silence.
“You think you can handle both of us?” he asks softly.
“Yeah... I think so.”
I push up and curl my hand around his neck, his lips gently caressing mine.
We kiss softly, unhurriedly.
“I missed you, Violet.”
“I missed yo
u too.”
His hand follows the side of my body before it slides between my thighs.
I roll to my back, with him hovering over me, his lips trailing my neck, his hand moving between my legs, his fingers sliding into me.
Braxton lowers his mouth to mine, his tongue parting my lips, smoothly entering me, and my body shudders with intense, unimaginable pleasure.
He deepens the kiss while Jagger’s lips trail lower, his position shifting as well. I’m getting warmer and wetter around his fingers while slowly rocking my hips as Jagger licks me between my thighs.
“Oh...” I moan in Braxton’s mouth.
I let my head fall back against the pillow as Braxton's tongue traces my neck. One hand clutches Jagger’s hair, the other palming Braxton’s cock.
He thrusts slowly in my hand, our eyes connected.
“You love it...” he says quietly as my hips keep rolling against Jagger’s mouth.
I nod slowly, licking my lips, dipping my eyes to his shaft. He follows the direction of my gaze and pulls up, sliding his knees on either side of me, straddling my chest.
“Open for me, baby,” Jagger says, and my legs pull open, as does my mouth.
“Good girl,” Braxton says, stroking my lips with his thumb before he smoothly runs his cock into my mouth.
I glance up, the lust in his eyes, making me soaking wet.
“Fuck me,” Braxton mouths, smoothly rolling his hips, a smile filling his eyes.
More wetness rolls between my thighs.
“Damn it,” Jagger, mutters, sucking on my throbbing flesh. “She’s so fucking wet.”
“She is, isn’t she?” Braxton says, taking me in as I slowly bob my head, my lips sliding up and down his length.
“You missed that, baby?” Braxton mutters, driving his hard-on inside my mouth. I moan and briefly close my eyes. “You fucking did...” he rasps, thrusting again.
The pleasure shoots up.
My body stiffens as my hips start shaking.
Running my hand over his length, I suck on Braxton’s shaft with passion.
“She’s ready,” he tosses over his shoulder, and Jagger lifts my hips, and enters me.
A growl gurgles in my throat, my body arching up like a spring, my core swallowing Jagger’s entire length.
