All Hallows Eve, Vol. 3

Chapter 1

One

Violet

My phone dings with an incoming text message just as I’m finishing applying the perfect shade of pink lip gloss to go with my costume.

Already knowing who it is, I pick it up with a wide smile.

Coop

Hey, Baby Girl. Spenc, Walk, and I are about to head to the party. I can’t wait to see you.

Jackson Baker, senior and captain of the men’s sand volleyball team here at Palm University, is hosting a huge Halloween party with his brother, Emerson, a defensemen on the hockey team, at their house just outside of campus. Being on the basketball team, Cooper and Spencer are close with a lot of athletes, which is why they got an invite to tonight’s party. I would have been Cooper’s plus one, obviously, except several other girls on the volleyball team and I got invitations of our own.

I knew I was going to meet Cooper and Spencer there, but what I did not count on was Walker tagging along too. I could count the times I’ve been around the three of them all at once on one hand.

Me

Is Walker your plus one or Spencer’s?

I set my phone back down on the counter, watching as the gray dots appear while I slide my fairy wings on.

Coop

Like Walker Lewis would ever be my date to anything when I can have you instead.

Me

Poor Spencer.

Coop

I’m sure Spence will get along just fine.

Spencer is not only Cooper’s brother but his best friend. Actually… he’s my best friend too.

He’s one of the first people I met here at Palm University. We literally walked square into one another in the courtyard. I had my face buried in my phone, and he had his shoved in a book. Which basically explains the entirety of our relationship. Where I’m chaotic and flighty, Spencer is calm and steady. He’s a straight-A student, a star forward on the basketball team, and the sounding board for all of my problems. Spencer loves and adores me for everything I’m not and all of the spaces in between. I never feel like I have to be my best self for him. I can just… be. In some ways, he’s a lot like Cooper, but in other ways, they’re worlds apart.

Like Spence, Cooper gets good grades in school, but he has to study for hours on end. However, Cooper’s athleticism is a step above the rest. Cooper is quite literally good at any sport he tries, doesn’t matter what it is. Basketball just so happens to be the one he fell in love with the most. Even though he’s a junior, he’s captain of the team. Everyone loves him, and he loves everyone.

Mine and Spencer’s friendship might not make sense to some people, but mine and Cooper’s relationship… it’s the epitome of picture-perfect. I’m the bubbly girl from an upper-middle-class family who’s the starting left-side hitter for the volleyball team. My long blonde hair contrasts perfectly with his messy black strands. His sparkling blue eyes light up when they lock with my emerald-green ones. His tall, muscular frame fits perfectly against my own. Cooper understands me better than anyone. And despite the fact that we’ve only been dating for four months, he loves me with a deepness I’ve never known. What’s more, I love him all the same.

I’ve never fallen for anyone as fast and as hard as I did for Cooper, and I wouldn’t change any of it. I can feel it in my bones that he’s the person I was meant to find. I have the life I’ve always hoped for with a man so perfect I couldn’t have dreamt him up in a thousand daydreams.

Another text comes through:

Coop

I can’t wait to fuck you in that fairy costume. I’ve always had the hots for Tinker Bell.

I tip my head back in laughter. See perfect .

But as perfect as my relationship may be with two-thirds of the Lewis brothers, my dynamic with the last member remains a little… rocky.

Walker may look exactly like them… but he’s nothing like his brothers. He doesn’t play sports, he doesn’t make friends, he doesn’t date, and he certainly doesn’t go to costume parties. However, one thing he is, is a certified genius. The man knows everything about anything, and he isn’t afraid to act like it. He walks around with a giant chip on his shoulder, acting like he’s better than everyone around him. But that’s not the thing that unnerves me the most.

No.

It’s the way he looks at me. Like he’s studying me from the inside out. Like, he quite literally wants to chew me up and spit me out. It unnerves me as much as it excites me.

With a stomach full of butterflies—ironically dressed as a sexy fairy—I slide on my strappy heels and make my way to the party just a couple blocks away. As excited as I am to see Cooper, I’m equally as nervous to see the other two.

Because while my relationship with Coop is everything I could have dreamt of and more, I can’t help but feel like something is missing. When I’m with Spencer… when I catch Walker watching me… I feel it in the depths of my being. There’s something inside of me that craves more .

But is it the kind of more that’s okay for me to want? Should I want it? Should I ask for it?

They’re all questions I ask myself day in and day out. Always right on the precipice of taking the leap but being to afraid to hurt the man I love more than anything in this world and be rejected by the men I dare to want in the dark… who happen to be mirror images of each other.

As I round the corner and the Baker’s house comes into view, the sound of the bass thumping does little to dull my anxious nerves. So, when I enter the house, smiling and waving to everyone who greets me, I make a beeline to the kitchen, where I know all of the alcohol is being served. But when my eyes lock with Cooper’s over his brother’s shoulder as the three of them huddle together by the back door, any unease I was feeling evaporates into thin air, and I’m reminded of the fact that I’m me and Cooper is Cooper.

I know without a shadow of a doubt that there is very little I could do that Coop would not accept. He is one of the most understanding and generous people I have ever met, both outside and inside the bedroom. He wouldn’t judge me if I voiced my deepest desires to him. There would be no side looks or comments, no anger, only understanding.

It’s who he is at his very core.

But judging by the way he’s eye-fucking me across the kitchen, I think it’s safe to say there’s very little he wouldn’t do for me at this moment.

Cooper may be the epitome of a golden retriever… but there’s a whole other side of him that’s for me and me only. And I fucking love it. Grabbing a bottle of beer out of the cooler and twisting the top off, I make me way over to the triplets.

Cooper grabs me by the wrist, pulling me into their little huddle, then wrapping his strong arms around me while groaning, “Jesus fuck, Vi.” Leaning down, he brushes his lips against the shell of my ear. “Please tell me you have nothing on under that skirt.”

I giggle and swat at his chest. He straightens and takes half a step back so he can fully appreciate my outfit. I’m wearing a white floral corset top, cinched so tight my tits are practically touching my chin, a short layered skirt that barely covers my ass, sequin tights, the most adorable floral crown you’ve ever seen, and iridescent wings that match my shoes and tie the entire outfit together. My bright blonde hair lays in soft curls down my back, and my makeup is done to the nines. I even added rhinestones to the corner of my eyes to complete the look.

As vapid as it sounds… I look hot as fuck.

But my god, Cooper looks sexy as sin himself. He’s wearing a black button-up shirt that’s rolled up at the sleeves with half the buttons undone, showing off his toned chest and the silver chain and pendant he has hanging from his neck. It’s a simple round pendant with an “L” on the front. All three of them have the exact same one… they never take them off. Cooper’s also wearing black slacks and dress shoes. But as hot as his outfit is, it’s what’s on his face that has me clenching my thighs the most. One half of his face is painted with an intricate skeleton design that continues down his neck. His black wavy hair is styled just right, so a few strands drape over his forehead, and his piercing blue eyes darken as they stare down at me.

“If I say there’s not, will you come upstairs with me?”

He looks over my shoulder at his brothers, and my eyes follow his. Behind me stands Spencer and Walker, dressed in the same outfit and wearing the same exact face paint. And boy, are they closer to me than I expected as I turn around. Had Cooper not pulled me to him, I genuinely would have a hard time telling the three of them apart. Even the way the two of them are staring at me right now—jaws clenched, eyes narrowed, chests heaving—has the same effect on me that Cooper’s just did.

Fuck me, this is not helping my situation.

“Hey, Vi,” Spencer says, winking at me before leaning in a little further to get closer to my face. My breath hitches as I turn to Walker, who is usually aloof to absolutely everything, but not tonight… he runs his hand up my thigh and like the greedy slut I am, I lean my head back onto Cooper’s chest. Coop takes the invite to suck on my neck, grabs my jaw, and smashes his lips to mine.

I pull away, breathless, and words spill out of my mouth before I can stop them, “Hi, guys… Nice face paint.”

Dumb. Dumb. Dumb, but I couldn’t think of anything better to say.

Cooper points to Walker. “Turns out this one’s good for something.”

I should have known that besides being a literal genius, Walker is an amazing artist. His paintings sell at the local art gallery for thousands of dollars, and he only gets better and more popular by the day.

“Looks good, Walk. Like really good.”

The three of them share a look I don’t quite understand before Cooper says, “We’ll be right back, boys.”

Grabbing my hand, Cooper drags me back through the living room and up the stairs. Pulling me into the bathroom, he slaps the door, spins me around, and pins me against the vanity. Before I can get a word out, Cooper’s crashing his lips into mine. As much as I want to sink into his kiss, I push against his kiss. “Coop your face.” Except when I look at his face, nothing seems out of place.

He grins mischievously at me and says, “You think I was going to show up to a party where you were going to be dressed like that and wear paint that was going to smear? Please, Baby Girl.”

I shake my head with a laugh. Reaching out, I fist the front of his shirt and pull him back to me.

Like I wanted to… like I always do… I sink into his kiss. I let his mouth ravish mine. He always feels so fucking good.

He thrusts his hips against mine as he groans into my mouth, and I swallow the delicious sound.

“Coop. Baby,” I pant out as he kisses down the slope of my neck. He grabs me by the waist, ready to lift me onto the bathroom vanity, but I grab him by the wrists. “Cooper.”

Pulling his mouth, he stands up straight, his chest heaving with each breath. “Yeah?”

I smile up at him. “Then take my wings off , and fuck me. ”

He chuckles softly. “Why did that just make me really fucking hard?”