by Becca Van
Cree stopped in front of her and nudged her chin up. “You think we’re sexy?”
“Uh.” Violet glanced away.
“You can’t take it back, honey. It’s far too late.” Cree grinned when she frowned at him.
She cleared her throat and changed the subject. “How was your first day on the job?”
“It was good,” Nash answered as Cree guided her to the truck.
“How was your day, sweetness?” Wilder asked as he held the passenger door open.
“Great!”
“You sound happy,” Cree said as he got into the back with Violet.
“I am. I have some amazing friends.”
“Yes, you do.” Cree rubbed over the middle of his chest with his knuckles and then blew over them.
Violet chuckled. “You’re such an idiot.”
“Oh, you wound me, honey.”
She laughed and slapped him on the arm.
Cree loved this playful side of Violet, and from the way his brothers were grinning from ear to ear, they did, too.
“You finished up earlier than we thought you would, baby,” Nash said as he gazed at Violet over his shoulder.
“Mondays are the slowest work day for us. People tend to want to stay in after being out on the weekend and the start of the work week.” Violet shrugged. “It’s good for us though because we have a staff meeting every Monday and we go through the kitchen to see what we’ve used and order replacements. We also give the place a thorough cleaning.”
“That makes sense.” Nash nodded.
Cree hated that they’d arrived home all too soon. He didn’t want Violet to say goodnight and head into her own home. He wanted to hold her in his arms, kiss, touch, and make love with her, but he wasn’t going to push. She was already skittish and she needed time to get to know them more.
Wilder pulled into the driveway and turned the truck off. Cree got out and instead of racing around to the other side so he could help Violet out, he let Nash deal with it. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to touch her, but he was so hungry for her, he was worried he’d do something to make her run.
“Thanks, Nash.”
“You’re welcome, baby. Do you want to come inside?”
“Yes.”
Cree’s heart flipped with hope. There’d been no hesitation in her answer whatsoever. He glanced at Wilder and then Nash and saw they were both happy about this change of heart, too.
Were they about to have all their dreams come true?
He fucking hoped so.
Nash wrapped an arm around Violet’s shoulders and guided her toward the house.
Cree and Wilder exchanged glances as they followed them inside.
Once Nash had her seated on the sofa, Cree walked closer. “Do you want something to drink, honey?”
“No, thanks.”
He frowned and glanced at Wilder again. His brother was looking just as uncertain as he felt. If she didn’t want a drink, then why had she accepted their invitation to come inside? Maybe she wanted to ask if they’d heard anything about Luke’s and Damon’s investigation. That made sense to him.
“Did Luke or Damon bring over the statement for you to sign?” Wilder asked.
“Luke did. He also told me he contacted the Minneapolis Internal Affairs Division. Someone is investigating the Bemidji Sheriff’s Department.”
“That’s good news, honey.” Cree didn’t have the heart to tell her Luke and Damon had already filled them in. Apparently, there had been a lot of complaints about the Bemidji sheriff and his deputies. He just hoped that IA were able to nail the asshole who’d ignored the plea for help from a fifteen-year-old girl.
“What’s on your mind, sweetness?” Wilder asked.
“Um, uh. I want…”
Cree shifted so he could see her eyes and then clasped her hand. He realized she was nervous when he felt how cold her fingers were and her hand was trembling slightly.
“Why are you scared, honey? You know we wouldn’t hurt you, don’t you? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.”
Cree knew something was going on, but he and his brothers couldn’t help Violet until she told them what was up.
“We’re men, baby,” Nash said as he sat beside her and clasped her other hand. “Sometimes you have to hit us on the head with a two-by-four. Just spit it out, Violet.”
She licked her lips nervously, swallowed audibly, and then drew in a deep, ragged breath. “I want to try a relationship with you.”
Chapter Nine
Had she really just blurted that out?
Violet kept her gaze on the floor and waited with bated breath for a response. The air was rife with tension. She began to feel really uncomfortable and stupid when Wilder, Cree, and Nash remained silent.
Had they changed their minds? Was she too late?
Tears burned the back of her eyes, but she wasn’t about to make more of a fool of herself than she had already. She blinked and forced them away.
Cree released her hand, and she held her breath as she waited for the inevitable rejection.
He cupped her cheek and then shifted her gaze up to his. The air exploded from her lungs when she met his heated green-eyed gaze and then his mouth was on hers.
She moaned and turned toward him as he licked over the seam of her lips.
Just as she opened to him, he drew back. Violet wanted to tell him to come back, but she bit her lip instead.
“Be sure that this is really what you want, honey.”
She frowned and then glanced at Wilder when he perched on the coffee table across from her.
“If we start this, that’s it, honey.”
What does that mean?
“What my idiot brothers are trying to say,” Nash said as he squeezed the hand he was still holding, “is that if we make love with you, from then on you’ll be ours. Do you understand?”
“I’m not sure that I do,” Violet stated coolly. “I’m don’t go jumping from one man’s bed to another.”
“Fuck!” Cree spat.
“Shit, baby, that’s not what I meant at all.” Nash glanced at Wilder a little helplessly.
“What we mean is that when we make love to you, from then on you’ll be ours. We want it all with you, Violet. We want you living in our home. We want the figurative picket fence and the two point five kids.” Wilder locked gazes with her.
“We want the long haul, baby,” Nash said.
“We want something that is going to last for the rest of our lives,” Cree said. “So if you don’t want that, you’d better say so now.”
Relief surged through her blood releasing the tension in her taut muscles. She met each of their eyes and said, “I want that, too. I can’t promise that this will work. I’ve never been in a relationship before and don’t know how to deal with one man let alone three, but I’m willing to give this a try.”
“That’s all we can ask, honey.” Cree brought her hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it.
“What time do you work tomorrow, sweetness?” Wilder asked.
“I start at one.”
“That’s perfect.” Nash smiled.
She had no idea what he was talking about, but she smiled back. The smile slowly slid from his face and his pupils dilated as he stared at her. He grasped her waist and then lifted her into his lap.
Violet looped an arm around his neck and then she leaned up as he tugged her down and kissed her.
She’d only ever been kissed once before and that was by Wilder. Although she felt out of her depth, having Nash’s lips on hers was heaven. She gasped when he nipped her lower lip and then groaned when he slid his tongue in along hers and then twirled it around.
Violet’s breasts grew heavy, her areolae ruched, and her nipples grew hard. Her clit began to throb and her pussy grew damp and achy.
She loved how Nash tasted, all spicy, masculine, and sexy. He tasted different than Wilder but no less delicious and she couldn’t wait to find out what Cree tasted
like. He’d kissed her earlier but nothing like this. The kiss she and Cree had shared had been chaste in comparison.
And then she remembered she hadn’t told them about her genetic condition.
She broke the kiss and gasped air into her starving lungs. “There’s something I need to tell you all.”
Wilder reached over and held her hand. “What is it, sweetness?”
“I have a genetic condition.”
“Is it life-threatening?” Cree frowned.
“No.”
“Thank fuck!” Nash hugged her waist. “You had us worried there for a moment, baby.”
“Sorry.”
“Tell us, Violet.”
“I know you’ve probably noticed the strange color of my eyes, but what you may not know is that my pale skin, hair, and eye color are because of a genetic condition called Alexandria’s Genesis.”
“This condition doesn’t affect your health does it, honey?” Cree asked.
“No. I’m perfectly healthy.”
“Then what’s the problem, sweetness?”
“Um, well, because of my genetics I’m not able to grow hair on my body other than my head, eyelashes, and eyebrows.”
“Nowhere else?” Nash asked hoarsely.
“Uh. If I remember correctly I still have nose hair like everyone else. I never tan. If I get too much sun I turn pink or red and then just go back to my normal white.”
“I love your skin, baby.” Nash stroked a finger down her cheek. “It’s so fucking soft.”
“So you don’t mind?” Violet asked.
“Why would we?” Wilder asked.
“Because I’m not like everyone else.”
“We love that you’re different, honey,” Cree said sincerely. “Your differences are sexy and that’s what attracted us to you first, but the more we got to know you, the more we realized you were definitely the woman we’ve been waiting for.”
“So you won’t be turned off by…” Her hand fluttered at her throat with embarrassment.
“Don’t you know that most adult women would love to have naturally bare legs and pussy? Can you imagine how much money they’re spending on getting waxed all the time?”
Violet smiled. She hadn’t even thought of that.
Wilder stood and then helped her to her feet. She had to crane her neck to meet his gaze, and when she saw the hunger in his green eyes, she gasped.
“I can’t wait to lick that bare pussy, sweetness. I know you are going to taste so good.”
“Oh god.”
“It’s Wilder, sweetness.”
He didn’t give her a chance to respond, but swooped her up into his arms as he slanted his mouth over hers.
* * * *
Wilder wanted to shout with elation, but he was too busy kissing his woman. She’d finally agreed to have a relationship with him, Nash, and Cree. She was going to be theirs for the rest of their lives.
He couldn’t wait to make love with her, to solidify their claim on her. His cock was so fucking hard he was hurting, but he needed to keep his lust under control. As he devoured her mouth, he carried her down the hallway toward the bedrooms.
Each time her tongue danced with his, his cock jerked and throbbed even more. He loved the sighs, groans, and gasps she gave as he kissed her and couldn’t wait to find out what she sounded like in the throes of orgasm.
He lifted his lips from hers, sucked air into his burning lungs, and nibbled on her neck. She whimpered, her hands clutching at his shirt, and she melted against him. When she gasped and drew back, he cursed under his breath. He still had his utility and gun belt around his hips. He’d probably hurt her when she’d pressed against him.
“I’m sorry, sweetness. Let me get rid of this.” He quickly divested himself of the belt and then removed his shirt. He caught his brothers doing the same from the corner of his eye.
Violet licked her lips as she glanced from him to Cree to Nash and back again. His cock twitched and pulsed in his pants when her eyes glazed over and her breathing increased, letting him know that she liked what she saw.
He handed his things over to Nash and didn’t have to tell his brother to make sure their weapons were secured in the safe when he left the room. Being retired Marines, they knew all about locking up guns.
Wilder breached the gap between him and Violet again and slanted his mouth over hers. Her small cool hands landed on his chest, and she moaned as she began to caress him. He was so hungry for her he wanted to rip her clothes off, literally, and sink himself in her warm, wet pussy until he was balls-deep, but he needed to make sure his woman was with him every step of the way.
He groaned when her tongue tangled with his, and then he pushed his hands up under the hem of her shirt. She whimpered when he smoothed his hands over the soft, warm skin of her sides, and when she arched her chest toward him, Wilder knew she was ready for more.
Keeping his caresses slow and gentle he worked his way up her body until his hands were on the outside of her breasts. After wrapping an arm around her waist and bringing their lower halves together, he cupped one of her satin-covered breasts with his hand. She whimpered and gasped into his mouth as he kneaded her feminine globe, and when he squeezed her nipple between his finger and thumb, she cried out.
Wilder broke the kiss and pulled her shirt up and over her head. He growled when he eyed her perfect breasts spilling out of the top of their satiny confines and his mouth watered for a taste.
Cree moved around behind her, and as he removed her confined white locks from the hair tie and began to comb out her braid with his fingers, he licked and nibbled up and down her neck.
As he bent to lick over the top of her breasts, Nash went down on his knees at Violet’s side.
Wilder met her gaze and flicked the front clasp of her bra. When he noticed her chest was no longer rising and falling rapidly, he realized she was holding her breath.
“Breathe, sweetness,” he ordered in a raspy voice. “You have nothing to be worried about. You’re fucking gorgeous.”
“Sexy as sin,” Nash said as he tugged the button on her trousers open.
“Look at these beautiful breasts,” Cree said in a growly voice as he cupped Violet’s now bare breasts. “So damn gorgeous.”
“Oh,” Violet gasped when Cree began to knead her soft flesh.
Wilder brushed the bra straps from her arms and then tugged it off before dropping it to the floor.
“Lift your foot, baby.” Nash tapped on her right foot.
Wilder held her steady as his brother removed both of her shoes and socks and then he pulled her slacks down over her hips and off.
His heart was beating so fast in his chest he couldn’t catch his breath, but it was no wonder when he had all of his dreams standing in front of him in only a pair of mauve satin panties. He licked his lips as his gaze wandered over her sexy-as-sin body. Her dusky rose-hued nipples hardened further under his intent gaze, and he slowly lowered his head.
Violet gasped when he laved the flat of his tongue over first one hard nipple and then the other. When he drew one of her nubs into his mouth and began to suckle on the tip, she moaned.
Cree was skimming one hand up and down her back while he cupped and molded her other breast, alternately squeezing her ass cheeks every now and then.
When Violet fell against him as her legs gave out, Wilder knew it was time to up the ante.
He nodded to Cree and Nash. Nash rose before stepping back, and when Cree moved aside, he swept her up into his arms, carried her to the bed, and lowered her into the middle of the mattress.
She was so fucking beautiful. Wilder could have stayed where he was, eying her sexy body over for a long time, but right now he wanted to make love to her more than he wanted to take his next breath.
He knelt at the end of the bed, caressing over her soft, smooth shins before traveling higher and higher. Violet closed her eyes and moaned when he began smoothing his hands up her inner thighs, getting higher and higher, until
his fingertips brushed the edge of her panties.
“Wilder,” she gasped and opened her passion-hazed eyes to meet his.
“What is it, sweetness?”
“I want…I need…”
“We know what you need, Violet. Just relax and feel, sweetness.”
Cree and Nash got up on the mattress next to Violet after removing their uniform pants.
Violet glanced at each of his brothers in turn and gasped when she noticed they were only wearing boxers. She blinked when she glanced at their crotches and quickly squeezed her eyed closed after seeing their hard ridges outlined by the formfitting knit material.
“Lift your hips, Vi,” Wilder commanded as he hooked his thumbs into the sides of her panties.
When she arched up, he tugged her undies down. He was the one gasping when his eyes locked onto her soft, smooth folds. Her labia were a healthy blushing hue and drops of cream glistened on her lower lips.
After throwing her panties to the side, he hooked his arms under her knees, lifted and spread her legs and then dove right in.
She groaned as he growled. He licked her from bottom to top, taking a moment to swirl his tongue over her engorged nub before lapping his way back down to her creamy well and dipping his tongue inside.
“Oh, oh,” she gasped.
Wilder glanced up her body just in time to see Cree kiss her voraciously. Nash was plucking and pinching at one of her nipples while suckling on the other. Violet had her head tilted back and her eyes closed as she panted.
Each time he swirled his tongue over her clit, enticing her body to produce more cream, he quickly lowered down to lap up her sweet honey.
When she started rocking her hips, Wilder knew she was getting close to orgasm and rimmed her cunt with his finger.
As he dipped his finger into her tight, hot, wet entrance, he twirled his tongue over her pearl and then delved in further.
She was so fucking tight, he hoped that when it finally came time to make love with her, she would be able to take him without feeling any pain. Wilder set about sending her to the stars, hoping that making her come before he penetrated her would be enough to ease his way into her tight pussy.
