All Hallows Eve, Vol. 3

Chapter 7

Seven

Spencer

Coop and I are walking into our apartment after I practically had to drag him down the sidewalk after we heard Walker and Violet through the trees. Her cries of pleasure were barely audible over the sounds of the party, but we heard it. And fucking hell, do I want to hear it over and over again. But as much as I wanted to sneak through the treeline so we could get a front row seat, we have a plan for the rest of the night that doesn’t involve hiding out in the woods.

“We’re gonna have to head to my room. She’s obviously going to be looking for me after Walker is done with her. You think she’ll believe this,” Cooper asks, setting his keys on the kitchen counter instead of the bowl they’re supposed to go in.

Grabbing his keys and putting them where they belong, I answer, “As long as I have my briefs on, she won’t know a thing.”

I regret the words as soon as they’re out of my mouth, but I know it’s too late to take them back now.

He crosses his arms over his chest, tips his head back, and groans dramatically. “Please tell me you don’t have your cock pierced too. I’m gonna be the only one out of us three without any dick jewelry. How did you both ge?—”

Fuck me.

Cutting him off, I sigh softly and pull down my pants a little. “Cute. Right?” Cooper’s eyes laser in on the small tattoo on the right side of my lower stomach. But, despite my upbeat question, there’s not a hint of a smile.

Double fuck.

However, just when I think I’ve pissed him off and ruined the whole night, I notice it’s not anger that takes over his expression. It’s… sadness.

“Spence…” I look deep into the eyes that mirror my own. “Why didn’t you say something? When—when did you get this?”

I run my finger over the small, fine-lined violet tattoo. “Beginning of sophomore year. Spending the summer away from her was so fucking hard… I missed her so much. Right when I got back to campus, I booked my appointment. She was already etched onto my soul, so I figured, why not onto my body too?” I know part of me could try to play this off like some kind of mistake, but Cooper would see right through my bullshit, and I’m tired of making my feelings for her seem smaller than they are.

So fucking tired.

Cooper runs his hand across his jaw, and with sorrow lacing his voice, he says, “If I had known that you felt that way about her, I—I never would’ve asked her out, Spence. Never. ”

I shake my head. “Guys like me don’t end up with girls like Violet. They end up with guys like you, Cooper.”

“We all bring something different into this situation, Spence. Who says she has to choose?”

He has lost his ever-loving mind. There’s no way we can all be with her. “One night is way different than a relationship, Cooper. It wouldn’t work, and even if we did it, people would judge the fuck out of all of us. What about our family? Or hers?”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. Not everything has to be planned out to a T, Spence. Take a breath and live a little.” He smirks, but it’s short lived as we hear the front door open. “We’ll talk about this after, okay?” I shake my head, and he claps me on the shoulder. “I’ll be in the closet. Sell this performance, brother.”

Cooper sneaks into his closet, leaving it open just a crack so he can see what’s about to happen, just as Violet’s voice echoes through our apartment. “Coop, Baby, are you in here?”

Channeling my inner Cooper, I drape myself across his bed and yell through the apartment, “In here, Baby Girl.”

She struts into Coop’s room, and I can’t hold my gasp in at the sight of her.

“What?” she gasps back at me, looking over her shoulder like there’s a killer or something behind her.

“Baby… You’re covered in mud. What happened?” Standing from the end of the bed, I walk up to her as if she’s a wounded animal and brush the matted hair off her shoulder to really look at the state of her body. “Are you hurt? Did Walker hurt you?” I can feel my anger simmering inside of me as I scan her mud-covered face and growl, “I’ll fucking kill him.”

“Coop, Baby, it’s okay. I—I wanted it.” She holds my face in her soft hands and I can instantly feel my body relax. “Please don’t be upset with him… or me.”

Turning my head, I kiss her palm softly. “Never, Baby.” Her entire face lights up, likely relieved at the fact that I’m not upset. And even though I’m pretending to be Cooper, I know without a doubt that he isn’t either. We wanted this for her… for us. “Let’s get you in the shower.”

I pull her by the arm to the attached bathroom. We’re lucky enough to be in a three-bedroom apartment, each one equipped with its own bathroom.. But the cherry on top of the cake is that each bathroom has a lock that came with its own specific key. And since I have two beyond nosy brothers, I’m eternally grateful for the extra level of privacy.

Once we’re in the bathroom, I reach in and turn the shower on before spinning around to find that Violet’s already pulled her corset off. I have to force the shock from my face as I watch it fall to the floor, leaving her perfect tits on full display. Because I’m Cooper, and Cooper has seen them a hundred times.

I’m Cooper, I’m Cooper, I’m Cooper.

But it’s nearly impossible not to stare in awe when her rosy buds are practically calling out to me to touch them, to run them between my fingers, truly appreciating them. And when her short skirt pools around her ankles, followed by her torn-up, mud-stained tights, leaving her completely bare in front of me, I can no longer stop my jaw from hanging open.

Noticing my gawking, she winks and says, “Strip, Coop. You’re getting in with me.” Then she does a one-eighty, shakes her ass, and steps into the shower.

I’m nearly busting the buttons off my shirt, trying to get it off as fast as possible. I fling my belt open, pull the button and zipper loose, and my briefs and pants hit the ground as I pull my feet out of them. Stepping into the shower, I immediately press my body flush against hers, and she lets out a whimper.

“What has gotten into you, Baby? Was the bathroom at the party not enough for you?” She doesn’t give me time to answer before she hits her knees and runs her hands down my stomach. “Or does the thought of me fucking your brother turn you—” Violet’s words stall in her throat, and her hands freeze on my hips, and when she rubs the pad of her thumb over where I know my tattoo is, I know I completely forgot about the rule I just told Cooper about not more than five minutes ago.

Looking up at me, she whispers softly, “What is this?” Right as those words leave her lips, our eyes lock, and it hits her. “Spence?”