All Hallows Eve, Vol. 3

Chapter 4

Four

Spencer

Walker and I are leaning against the back of the house when I hear Coop’s voice echoing through the backyard as he daps up one of the basketball team’s centers. I yell out to get his attention, “Coop, over here!”

Walker’s broody ass is the first one to say something once Cooper gets to us, “Did you get your shit sucked and fucked?”

“What do you think, Walk? She’s dressed like Tinker Bell. Fucking Tinker Bell. ” Coop puffs out his chest in pride at our brother. I would, too, if I were him.

Who wouldn’t if they had a girlfriend that looked like Vi?

Walker pats him on the shoulder—harder than needed, I might add—and praises Coop, “I’m proud of you, brother. You finally found yourself a decent toy.”

Cooper doesn’t take the bait, but I sure as fuck do. I don’t call that woman my best friend for nothing. “Walker, you’ll watch your mouth when you talk about Violet.”

I might be the nerdiest out of the crew, but I’m also the one who has taken to martial arts and become quite good at it if I do say so myself. They know not to fuck with me after the first and last time I choked Walker out on the living room floor during Christmas break freshman year.

Mom scolded me for twenty minutes over “hurting” my brother, while Dad just snuck me a wink and a high-five.

Walker scoffs and rolls his eyes. “How could I forget? She might as well be sucking your cock too.”

Cooper raises a brow. “Yeah… about that… let’s pick up where we left off in the conversation we were having earlier.”

The hairs on my body stand on end at the mention of the comment he made while Walker was painting our faces back at the apartment. The entire thing came so out of left field I literally choked on my water. Something along the lines of “this face paint on all of us is what’s going to send Vi over the edge…”

Cooper shuffles from side to side as he looks between Walker and I. The three of us might be identical triplets, but whereas Walker and I tend to be more aloof, Cooper has always worn his emotions clear as day. I can tell he’s nervous to say what he wants to say, yet… there’s also an underlying excitement as well.

“Would you just spit it the fuck out before I get bored and go find something better to do,” Walker snaps.

Cooper and I both glare at him, wholly unamused, before Cooper takes a deep breath and asks, “You’ve seen the way Vi looks at all of us when we’re all together, right? Well, you might not”—he points his finger at me then directs it toward Walker—“but I know you have.” Now it’s Walk and I who share a similar look. Each of us wondering where he could possibly be going with this. “She has a fantasy, and I’ll do whatever I can to bring that fantasy to life for her.”

Walker grits out, “Just fucking spit it out, Cooper.”

“Jesus fucking christ, I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Cooper mumbles quickly under his breath before spitting out words I never would have imagined him saying in a million years. “Do you guys want to fuck my girlfriend?”

Walker’s brows are touching his hair, which is proof of how unexpected those words are coming out of Cooper’s mouth. Because nothing surprises Walker, like… ever. “You want me to fuck your girlfriend? Dangerous game you’re playing there, Coopy.” He leans forward and whispers like an asshole, “She might think I’m a better lay than you.”

Totally ignoring Walker’s antics, I ask Coop, “Why would you want us to have sex with your girlfriend, man? Are you not pleasing her? Fuck… can you not get it up?”

He lightly shoves me. “Of course I’m pleasing her, you dickhead. She has a fantasy, and that includes three cocks… I sadly only have one. And if it’s something she wants, who am I to say no without trying it first.” Then he shrugs his shoulders as the corner of his lips turn up in a sly smile resembling Walker’s. “And… I might like to watch…”

Right as those words leave his lips, it’s like the fairy herself was summoned. Violet walks through the backdoor and heads straight toward the three of us, her full hips swaying beneath her tiny white skirt as she walks.

“I need to hear this from her,” I rush out. Not waiting for them to stop me, I walk away from my brothers in search of Vi. I grab her hand and pull her behind me to the other side of the house, where it’s much less chaotic. Once were covered by the shadows, I spin around on my heel and pin her against the stucco with my arms above her head.

“Spence, wha?—”

I cut her off and practically growl right in her ear. “Do you want to fuck me ? Or is it just the idea of having three guys that look like Cooper that sends you over the edge?”

I see the hurt flash across her face. “Spence… you are my best friend. I love you for you . I know the difference between you looking like Cooper and you being your own person. Our friendship means so much to me, and I would never jeopardize that simply because I want ‘more of Cooper.’ I want you for you .”

I draw back to look into those pools of green. “I got friend-zoned because a man that is identical to me came along, Vi. You decided he was a better fit for you than me, and no matter how hard I tried to push it down… that hurt. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t see how perfect the two of you are for one another. Our friendship means the world to me, so I put those feelings in a box and locked them away. I decided that watching you be happy with my brother was enough.”

“Was?” she asks, with a new peaked interest.

“It was, Violet. I’m not sated anymore, though.” I run my nose down her neck, inhaling her warm amber scent that has permanently ingrained itself in my brain. I ask one more time to be sure, “Tell me you want this, Vi.”

She whimpers before finally giving me the green light. “Yes, Spence. I need you. I’ve needed you.”

Grabbing the back of her head in both hands, I finally smash my lips to hers. She feels like home. Like everything I’ve needed and dreamt of. We both groan into the kiss, and I let my hands roam freely over her muscular yet soft body. My hands find purchase below her ass cheeks, and I lift them slightly, feeling the weight of her.

The two of us kiss for what feels like hours. Neither of us ever becoming sick of the way we feel against one another. But when she moans my name against my lips, I can’t help it any longer. My right hand slides to the front, where I know I’m going to find her glorious cunt, and when my fingers run over her bare lips, I’m shoving into her soaking pussy through the hole I know my brother just ripped in her pretty tights. But as much as I want to keep them buried inside of her, I know the first time I’m going to fuck Violet Cook is not going to be on the side of Jackson Baker’s house. So, I pull those fingers out and hold them between us, directly in front of her mouth. Growling, I ask, “Is that you or my brother coating my fingers?”

And when her whole body shivers against mine and her lips part, she whispers, “Both of us.”

“Then be a good girl and suck them clean for me.”