All Hallows Eve, Vol. 3

Chapter 8

Eight

Violet

Spencer smiles softly down at me as the warm water cascades down his back. “Surprise.”

“Why were you pretending to be Coop?”

“Just wanted to see how long it would take you to figure it out,” he says with a shrug. My finger grazes over the delicate violet on his skin. “Yeah, I even reminded myself about that. Turns out you’re pretty distracting.” My smile now mirrors his. “Should have seen that one coming.”

I’m fully aware that I’m currently completely naked in the shower with Spencer Lewis, the brother of my boyfriend as well as the man that just fucked me mercilessly on the forest floor, but the only thing I can focus on isn’t the nakedness of our bodies or the fact that he’s my best friend. No… it’s this damn flower. “Spence, why do you have this?”

“Should be pretty self-explanatory, Vi.”

“Explain it to me anyway,” I demand.

He hooks his finger under my chin. “Come here.” Despite my undefinable need to keep my eyes on his tattoo, I stand from my kneeling position. Spencer holds my face in his hands, slowly stroking the pads of his thumbs along my cheekbones while I do the same along his waist. “Cooper is… well, he’s my best friend.” I gasp in mock offense, and he chuckles. “Just listen. Cooper’s my best friend. Has been for as long as I can remember. On my worst days, he’s been there for me without a second thought. He’s my safe place to land. And Walker… well, as much as I want to literally punch him square in the dick eighty percent of the time, I couldn’t imagine my life without him, either. He pushes me to be better. To do better. And he’s always right there to defend me whenever I need it.” Noticing the goosebumps covering my skin, Spencer quickly spins us so my back is underneath the warm water. “But you, Sweetheart… you’re my person. Since the day I met you, I couldn’t imagine my life without you. You have ingrained yourself into the very fabric of my being. Your laugh, your passion for the people you love, your drive, your beauty, and these eyes… god these fucking eyes. You’re part of me, Violet Cook, and that’s why I got the tattoo.”

My heart feels like it’s literally going to burst inside of my chest. This man, who has been my best friend since I met him, has been harboring these feelings for me all these years, and I missed it. I fucking missed it. “Spencer…” I say as I gently reach up to brush a strand of dark hair out of his face. And as I look into his blue eyes, I see how true his words really are. He’s staring down at me like if I was the last person he will ever see, he’d die a happy man. And I know now, without a shadow of a doubt, I’m happy he’s the one in this shower with me.

Threading my hand through his wet hair, I grip the back of his head and crash his mouth against mine. Spencer groans into my mouth and I swallow the sound. The two of us fight for dominance as we kiss, but much to my surprise, he finally relents. I explore his mouth with my tongue while his hands roam my body. And when I feel his erection against me, I officially no longer give a shit about anything except feeling him inside of me.

“Spence,” I moan breathlessly against his lips.

“Yeah?”

“Fuck me.”

Spencer smiles, drops his hands to my ass, and lifts me off the ground. I wrap my legs around his lean waist as he reaches around and turns off the shower. Quickly but carefully, he carries me back into the bedroom, not bothering to dry either of us off, and sets me onto Cooper’s bed.

“That is something you will never have to tell me twice.”

Leaning down, Spencer takes my nipple in his mouth before sliding his hand down my stomach and dipping it between my thighs.

In slow circles, he starts rubbing my clit. Removing his mouth from my breast, he looks up at me and says, “You were made for me, Sweetheart.” Our stares are locked on one another as he increases his pressure on my clit. “For us. ”

Spencer presses soft kisses across my chest, breasts, and shoulders. Dipping his fingers down, he plunges them into my throbbing pussy and uses the heel of his hand to keep just the right amount of pressure on my clit. “Come for me, Sweetheart. Come all over my hand.”

My hips start moving on their own accord, and Spencer continues to pepper my body with kisses. “Just like that,” he encourages. Needing something to hold onto as my walls tighten around him, I thread my fingers through his wet hair. Fisting it tightly in my grasp, I pull his head back and keep my eyes locked on his.

“Spence,” I moan as I pull his hair tighter. He hisses in pain but doesn’t tell me to let go, and when he curls his fingers at just the right angle, I shatter apart beneath him.

“Jesus fucking christ,” he groans as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of me. I haven’t even started to come down from my high when he slides his fingers out, brings them to his mouth, and slides them inside. And when his eyes roll back into his head and he lets out a wanton moan, I quite literally can’t take it anymore.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I quickly flip us over so he’s on the bed, and I’m straddling his waist. His hands tightly grip my waist as I slant my mouth over his, tasting my release on his tongue. Panting, he pulls his lips from mine and murmurs, “Taste that, Vi? So fucking delicious.”

I smile against his mouth. “You think that’s good? Wait until you fuck me.”

Spence laughs playfully. “Put your money where your mouth is, Sweetheart.”

Not wanting to waste another precious moment, I reach between my legs. “Violet…” he groans the second my hand makes contact with his hard cock. I notch the head at my entrance and, already being more than wet enough from the night’s activities , I slowly sink myself down his length, staring at the way his nostrils flare and his jaw clenches as I go.

It takes everything in me not to fall apart the moment he’s fully seated inside of me, and based on the pained expression on his face, it is for Spencer, too. But I’ll be damned if I don’t make the most out of this night.

“Violet, Sweetheart. If you don’t start moving right now, I swear to?—”

With one hand braced on the center of his damp chest and the other gently wrapped around the base of his neck, I quickly raise my hips and slam them back down. “What was that?”

“Shit, Vi. Fuck me. Please, just fuck me. ”

I start rocking my hips back and forth at just the perfect pace, fucking Spencer sweet and slow, just like I know we both need. Don’t get me wrong, there are times when I want to be absolutely ravaged, but there are just as many moments where tenderness wins out. And right now, with Spencer… my best friend… this just feels right.

“Spence… you feel… so fucking good,” I say, tipping my head back as I moan.

“I could watch you like this for an eternity. So goddamn beautiful.”

Unknowingly, my hand around the base of his throat tightens, and I watch his pupils blow wide. “Fuck, Vi. Squeeze harder.” It takes my brain a moment to catch up with his words, but when it does my hips still. My fingers flex on his throat, testing to see if that’s what he really meant. He nods and I tighten my grip ever-so-slightly, and the moan that rumbles deep inside his chest sends a wave of heat straight to my pussy. “Yessssss. More.”

Tightening my hold on his throat, I start rocking my hips back and forth once again. Without me even needing to ask, Spencer reaches up and pinches one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “Oh, Spence. Just like that.”

He pulls at it harder, and I know it won’t be long before my orgasm crashes into me. “Take it, Sweetheart,” he says, his voice slightly raspy from my hold on his throat. “Take what you need. I want to feel you come on my cock.” All it takes is one more pull of my nipple, one more flex of his hand on my waist, one more moan falling from his lips as I grind on top of him, and my orgasm rages through my entire body. It wreaks havoc on everything I thought he and I were. It crumbles it all to the ground, and in its place stands something so much better.

I faintly hear Spencer moan out a handful of curse words before he grips my waist in both his hands, stills my hips, and comes deep inside of me. Releasing my hold on his throat, I fall forward and rest my body on top of his. The two of us lay there for a minute, each of us gasping for breath, and with his cock still buried inside of me, he reaches up and starts stroking the the back of my head.

“I can’t believe this night is actually real,” I mutter against his chest.

He pauses for a moment before he asks, “Would you want this to all be real? Coop… Walk… Me? ”

Would I?

I mean… the fact that Cooper has put this all in motion, the fact that he pays attention enough to notice all of the things that I want, even when I was too afraid to admit them to myself—with his brothers nonetheless—is something so incredibly beautiful and selfless I’ll never be able to put it into words. But… is this something that’s sustainable long term? Could the four of us make this work?

I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t a part of me that’s dying for the answer to be yes. Because if the answer is no… I don’t think we will ever be able to go back to the way we all were. Not after tonight.

“I—”

Ding.

Spencer’s eyes go wide.

Ding. Ding.

My eyes dart to the other side of Cooper’s room where it sounds like the noise is coming from, and I see the closet slightly cracked open.

Ding.

Slowly, I turn my head and look back at Spencer. And as much as I don’t want it to be there, I can’t help the shit eating grin that takes over my face. “Oh, you guys are really in trouble now.”