by Lauren Rowe
“I get it. Standing offer, though.”
“Thanks.”
Reed puts his arm out to Violet, who’s right now shooting me yet another chastising look in reaction to Reed’s offer of a place to stay.
“Bye, guys,” Violet says, taking her brother’s arm. She looks at me. “I’ll see you all on the dance floor after dinner.” With that, she sashays away with Reed, swinging her ass like she knows full well I’m staring at it as she retreats... while thinking about the fact that it’s bare underneath that dress of hers, because her fire-red undies are burning a hole inside my pocket.
Lyrics.
Oh my God.
I pull out my phone and begin furiously jotting them down.
Keane watches me for a moment. “Lyrics?” he says.
“Mmm hmm.”
“About Violet?”
“Uh huh. Shh, Peenie.”
“Oh, man, you’re a goner, aren’t you? In your world, a girl who inspires lyrics is even hotter than a girl who can suck an orange through a garden hose.”
“Shut up, dude. I need to listen.”
“To what?”
“The song in my head.”
Oh, God, I’m euphoric. The muse is back! Finally, after months of writer’s block, I’m officially cured.
When I’ve got all the words down, I look up from my phone and discover Keane and Maddy smirking at me.
“Oh, Daxy,” Maddy says. “Someone’s falling fast and hard.”
I shove my phone into my pocket. “It’s way too soon to be making proclamations like that, Mad Dog. One day at a time.” But even as I say the words, I know I’m full of shit. Maddy’s right. I’m falling fast and hard. Faster and harder than I’ve fallen for any girl in my life. “Come on, guys. Mom is giving us the stink-eye over there. Let’s bounce.”
“Giving you the stink-eye,” Keane corrects. “Maddy’s the maid of honor, remember? We’re sitting at the bride and groom’s table with the cool kids. Have fun at the ghetto table, sucka.”
“Aw, man. I’m jealous you’re sitting with Violet. Don’t forget to keep mum about Vi and me.”
“We gotchu, Rock Star,” Keane says with a wink. “Kat activated the Morgan Mafia.”
With a grateful smile, I begin walking toward my assigned table, but Keane’s voice calling my name stops me. I turn around, a question on my face.
“When was the last time a girl inspired lyrics the way Violet does, brother?”
I look at Violet across the room for a long moment. She’s shaking hands around her table, flashing radiant smiles. Winning hearts. Lighting people up the way only she does. And I feel like a sunflower stretching, bending, twisting to bask in her beautiful, golden light. “The way Violet does?” I say, my eyes fixed on my glorious muse. “It’s never happened before. She’s my first.” My heart skips a beat. “My only.”
Chapter 32
Dax
Every member of my family—including Colby and me, believe it or not—are out here on the dance floor, cutting loose, right alongside the bride and groom and Violet and Reed and every other person at this awesome wedding. I’m completely sober, of course, thanks to my promise to Colby. Which is more than I can say for Colby. The boy is definitely tying one on tonight. But Violet’s drinking nothing but water, in solidarity with me, so that’s made it easier for me to stay the course.
And yet, sober as I am among a room full of drunkards, I feel shitfaced. High as a kite, in fact. Like I’m dancing ten feet above the ground. Because tonight, I’m not Dax Morgan of 22 Goats. I’m just Dax, the fifth Morgan kid. The guy whose dad didn’t give a shit what the hell he was called. I’m not the guy who gets offered blowjobs at every turn, or the world’s “fantasy boyfriend” or “celebrity crush.” I’m not the guy with the ass from that music video that went viral. I’m just a dude who’s having a good time with his family and friends while trying his damnedest to impress the most electrifying girl he’s ever met.
When the current song ends, everyone exchanges “let’s take a break” gestures all around me. And off my core group goes, exiting the dance floor in a slow-moving herd that wordlessly sweeps Violet along with us, like it’s already understood at a cellular level among my people: this girl is one of us now.
Our group takes seats around two tables shoved together, with Violet plopping herself down next to me, with Maddy on her other side. A roving cocktail server comes by and takes orders. I’m a bit annoyed to have to order water from this woman again, as opposed to the whiskey or tequila I’d much rather be drinking. But it’s not the end of the world, especially with Violet ordering water, too. I told Violet she doesn’t have to abstain from drinking tonight on my account, but when she heard what I was doing, and why, she said she was excited to do it with me, for however long. Not gonna lie, it made me like her even more, if that’s even possible.
When the server leaves, Kat says, “I can’t believe all four notorious ‘non-dancers’ in my family have been dancing like fools tonight, Lionel Richie Style.” She’s referring to Colby, me, Dad, and her brother-in-law, Jonas. Kat adds, “Is there something in the water tonight? You four didn’t dance this much at my wedding.” She winks at me, letting me know she’s well aware what’s brought me onto the dance floor tonight, and I respond by winking back like a thief with a pocketful of stolen cookies. Or, more accurately, a pocketful of stolen undies. Fire-red, stolen undies that smell like heaven. Just knowing they’re in my pocket, I’ve been popping random boners all night.
Maddy says, “Whatever’s gotten everyone out there dancing, Keane and I want to duplicate it at our wedding. This is so much fun.”
Mom’s eyes light up. “Does that mean you and Keaney have started making wedding plans? Is there a proposed date? A location?”
“Take a chill pill, Momma Lou,” Keane says. “There are lots of moving parts here, with everyone’s crazy schedules.”
“Well, while we’re all sitting here, let’s nail down a date,” Mom says.
The entire table starts talking about possible dates for Keane and Maddy’s wedding, but I tune them out, opting instead to focus on my hand—which, at the moment, is resting on Violet’s bare thigh underneath the table.
I pull up Violet’s dress even more and slide my palm higher onto Violet’s bare thigh, making my intentions abundantly clear. I’m going in. And to my thrill, Violet widens her legs at my touch, inviting me to go all the way. Just to be sure I’m understanding her signals, though, I look at Violet pointedly, my eyebrows raised, and, hot damn, my sexy girl glances away nonchalantly and yawns... while spreading her creamy thighs even wider and jerking her pelvis slightly forward, as if to say, Come and get it, baby.
She doesn’t have to ask me twice.
As everyone around me starts talking about the possibility of a destination wedding for Keane and Maddy, I slowly graze my fingertips up Violet’s soft inner thigh toward The Promised Land. Up, up, up, my greedy hand goes, sending blood whooshing straight into my cock.
Just before my fingers reach their warm, wet destination, my eyes happen to meet Reed’s across the table. He juts his chin at me, acknowledging my gaze, and I smile at him brightly in return, just as I sink two fingers inside his little sister.
“A destination wedding would be a dream come true,” Maddy says. “But maybe a one-night party, like tonight, would be easier for everyone?”
When Reed’s dark eyes leave mine, I begin finger-fucking Violet in earnest.
Reed says to Maddy, “You can have the wedding here, if you’d like.”
“Oh, that’s such a sweet offer,” Maddy says. “But I think doing it here would feel like a redo of my sister’s wedding—a bit like Groundhog Day.”
I nod like I’m listening to Maddy’s comment. But, oh fuck, I’m hard as steel and dripping with arousal underneath this table. Getting more and more turned on as Violet gets wetter and wetter around my thrusting, hungry fingers.
Violet shifts in her seat as her arousal becomes palpable. Wh
en she lifts her water glass to her lips, her hand is trembling, ever so slightly.
I look away from Violet’s shaking water glass, my fingers still working her, and shift in my seat, trying to relieve my straining hard-on. But moving around in my seat isn’t doing the trick. I’m throbbing down there. About to explode.
My cock aching, I begin sliding my fingers from Violet’s wetness to her hard, swollen tip, and then back again. Back and forth, my fingers go, as I coat that magical bundle of nerves with her slickness—the sweet wetness that tells me she’s aching and ready for me.
When Violet lets out a long, soft moan, I zero in on her tip in earnest. Around and around I massage that hard bud, in firm, confident, unrelenting circles. After a minute, Violet lets out a little squeak and abruptly bows her head. Her chest heaves. She presses her pelvis fervently into my fingers underneath the table and quivers at my touch.
I glance around, worried we’re going to get caught, but nobody’s paying attention to Violet or me, not with the DJ playing music behind us and animated conversation dominating the table.
“Okay, here’s the plan,” Josh says. “We’re going to do a destination wedding, all expenses paid by me. It’ll be my wedding present to you two and my Christmas present to the family.”
Everyone gasps and expresses amazement at Josh’s generous pronouncement, and I use their excitement as cover to go in for the kill. I increase the speed and intensity of my assault on Violet’s clit and, in response, she grips the tablecloth and moans again, this time a little bit more loudly, and I know she’s right on the bitter edge.
Keane and Maddy are saying all the right things to Josh about his offer. Things like “We couldn’t possibly accept.” And Josh keeps insisting. Around and around they go, just like my fingers on Violet’s clit. And finally, just as Josh’s gift is accepted with gratitude and excitement, Violet comes like a rumbling freight train against my hand. She’s rippling. Clenching. And it’s glorious.
Timing. That’s what they’re talking about at the table now. Trying to nail it down.
But I’m too turned on, too hard and dripping, to focus on anything being said. I’m not done with Violet yet. I want more. I want to make her mine. Did Caleb get her off the way I do? What about that guy she dated while I was gone? Has anyone ever made Violet’s eyes roll back into her head, over and over again? I feel desperate to be the top of the heap to her. The best she’s ever had. In my song last night, I told Violet she’s like nobody else to me. Never before or since. I feel ravenous to be her one and only, too.
When Violet realizes I’m not letting up, despite her climax, her breathing hitches sharply. She visibly digs in, preparing herself for what’s sure to be an even more intense orgasm the second time around.
Scheduling.
That’s what everyone at the table is talking about. Keane’s upcoming shooting schedule for his TV show. The documentary Maddy is gearing up to make about Aloha. The grand opening for the next Captain’s location—the chain of bars Ryan and his wife run together with Josh and his brother. As the people around me talk and talk, I buckle down, determined to pull lucky number two out of Violet within the next minute.
I try a new motion with my fingers. A new rhythm. And by the way Violet reacts to it, it’s clear I’m on to something.
The Bahamas.
Josh just suggested it as the location for Keane and Maddy’s destination wedding, and everyone is expressing enthusiasm.
I shift to using the pad of my thumb. I press it against Violet’s clit, in firm pulsing motions, and... yes. There we go. Violet digs her fingernails into the top of my hand underneath the table, bows her head, shifts in her seat... and comes hard against my fingers. Harder than the last time, I can plainly tell. It’s an incredible sensation, feeling those muscles ripple and grip so forcefully. Knowing Violet’s got to be desperate by now to get fucked—every bit as desperate as I am to fuck her.
“...next tour, Dax?”
I jerk my head up at the sound of my name.
Keane repeats, “When’s your next tour, brah?”
“Reed?” I say, doing my best to sound calm and collected. But even as I say it, my fingertips are gently brushing up and down Violet’s slit, making sure she stays aroused and ready for me. “You wanna tell ’em about my touring schedule?”
Reed tells everyone that 22 Goats will be back on the road again, this time as the headliner, in six to eight months. “But we can carve out a week from the tour for Dax and the boys to go to the wedding, just as long as we have the dates in advance.”
My sister-in-law, Tessa, volunteers to start scouting locations and nailing down the dates. Everyone around me agrees Tessa’s the right woman for the job.
I slowly pull Violet’s dress down to cover her thighs and lean into her ear. “Meet me in the bathroom in five. The one down that hall.” I indicate with my chin.
Violet glances across the table—at her brother—and it’s instantly clear she’s worried he’ll notice both of us leaving at the same time.
“I’ll create a distraction,” I whisper. “Just go. If I don’t fuck you, I’m gonna come in my pants.”
Violet rises and excuses herself—but nobody bats an eyelash, since they’re now enthusiastically talking about the size of Keane and Maddy’s guest list.
Casually, I pull out my phone and tap out a text to Keane.
You got weed?
When Keane doesn’t immediately pull out his phone, I catch his eye and hold up mine, telling him that buzzing in his pocket was me. Thankfully, Keane and I have had secret text conversations in groups many times, so he knows what’s up. He pulls out his phone and glances down, and immediately pulls a face. Two seconds later, I get his reply text:
If you smoke tonight, Colby’s gonna drag your ass to rehab tomorrow.
Rolling my eyes, I tap out my reply and press send:
Not for me. I wanna meet Vi in the bathroom and I need you to distract her bro. I’m thinking a celebratory joint with the groom and his buddies on the patio...
Keane’s gaze flickers to Violet’s vacant chair. A half-second later, I receive a single-word reply from him: Roger.
Of course, I reply as Morgan law requires me to do: Rabbit. And then I look around casually, like I’m thoroughly engaged in the conversation.
I watch Keane lean over to Henn and whisper to him, and then grin as word of Keane’s invitation visibly spreads among Henn and his closest crew. In short order, the precise group of softcore tokers I would have predicted—Reed, Henn, Josh, and Ryan—rise from the table with Keane and follow him to the patio.
Colby catches my eye and winks at me as the guys depart, acknowledging I didn’t join the party, like I normally would, and I raise my empty water bottle to him like, Yeah, fucker, a promise is a promise.
My path now cleared to join Violet in the bathroom, I begin rising from my chair. But when my eyes happen to catch my mother’s blue gaze, I freeze. I can’t tell if it’s sheer coincidence she’s staring at me right now, or if she knows she’s catching me with my hand in the cookie jar. Either way, I slide my ass back down into my seat.
She smiles sweetly, glances at Violet’s vacant chair, and looks at Keane and Maddy.
Well, fuck. I don’t need my mother’s eyes on me as I disappear into a hallway to bang Violet. I mean, yeah, my mother knows generally that I’m hot for Violet. And she knows generally I’m a horny dude. But does my darling mother really need to know, for a fact, I’m disappearing to bang Violet for a second time tonight?
Okay, obviously, I need a distraction. I need my Wonder Twin. I pull out my phone again, but before I’ve begun tapping out a text to Kat, it buzzes with an incoming text from... Kat.
Wonder Twin powers, activate. I’ll distract Mom. Wait for my signal.
When I look up from my phone, Kat is smiling devilishly at me. With a cute little wink, she gets up from the table and strides to the DJ across the room. Two seconds later, the guy announces, “I’ve had a request fo
r the bride and all the ladies to come the dance floor! Come on, ladies, show the fellas how you shake it!”
The song switches to “Dancing Queen,” and pretty much every woman in attendance at the wedding, including my beloved mother, leaps up and giddily gallops onto the dance floor, as requested.
A huge smile on my face, and my heart thumping wildly, I shoot a grateful text to Kat: Best. Sister. Ever. And then I get up, my hard cock throbbing and my body on fire, and walk briskly toward the bathroom.
Chapter 33
Violet
When Dax turns around from locking the bathroom door, he grimaces. “I just realized I don’t have a condom.”
I hold up a foil packet, a naughty smile on my face. “I pilfered one from Reed’s nightstand. He’s got a huge box of them. He’ll never miss it.”
“You’re a goddess.” He lurches at me. His breathing ragged, he turns me around. Hikes up my dress. He unzips his pants and gets himself covered, pins my belly against the sink, and plunges himself inside me from behind.
Heaven.
I groan at the invasion of Dax’s body and sigh as my body molds to his—as my soul molds to his. He unzips me and slides his hand inside my dress. He cups my breast as he fucks me. Pinches my nipple. And, all the while, he stares over my shoulder at my eyes in the mirror as he fucks me. Intense energy courses between us. This connection is like nothing I’ve felt before.
I grip the sink as Dax thrusts in and out of me, his blue eyes locked with mine.
“You feel so good,” he whispers, moving in and out of me, fondling my breast under my dress. “I’m addicted to you, Violet.” He begins working my clit as he fucks me. He kisses my neck and bites at my ear. “I want you.”
“You’ve got me.”
“I want more.”
I shudder with pleasure. I don’t know what that means, exactly. But the way he said it sent shivers zapping across my nerve endings.
Dax is growling now. Grunting like he’s in the zone. Our hips are rocking together in perfect rhythm. We’re spiraling into a frenzy, the two of us. Turning into wild animals.