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Saturday night was quickly becoming an addiction I had. I looked forward to it all week--drinking and dancing and fun with girls at either Johnny’s or wherever else around town. Once VU’s new line had gone up on the site, I became slightly recognized by a few more people. Erin wanted to try this new bar in town, so we went there and grabbed dinner. We even met a few people that saw my hair and wanted to say hi, but by the time we were done eating, we were bored with the place--so we went to Johnny’s as usual.

Suddenly a whirl of blonde ran up to us, followed by a smiling Lacey.
“Hey, Vi! Good to see you, girl! It’s been too long. Congrats on the VU gig! Those pictures are smokin’ hot!!”
Before I could even blush, there was an arm across my shoulders and a British accent next to me, “Thanks, Val. You know I’m skilled at what I do, but with that face, there isn’t much work to do.” He smiled and cutely flicked my nose and I scrunched it back at him.

Oh, fuck, if I didn’t play this off right they would all know and I’d most likely not be a VU model anymore. As I tried to figure something out, Lacey grabbed my hand and Val grabbed Erin’s and we were hauled off towards the bar. When I peeked over my shoulder at Ben, he winked and smiled at me as butterflies fluttered in my stomach.



“Is that VU’s photographer?!” Erin fanned herself.
“Yeah, Ben’s an absolute cutie pie. He’s pretty harmless, though,” Val shrugged and motioned for the bartender, “Round of tequila shots, please!!” She motioned to us, but then also over at their table.

Oh, shit.

Looking in that direction, I immediately locked onto a curious green gaze that looked away quickly, his arm around his pregnant wife as he talked with the others.

The others. Fuck--they were all here.
Thank god for the shots.

We all carried a ton of shots to their table and Val led everyone in the shooting.
“To VU’s new model!”
Oh my god. I took my shot and tried to ready myself.

“Guys, this is Violet, as I’m sure you know. Check out her badass tattoo. Vi, this is the guys!”
Shadows put out his hand first, so I shook his hand and he immediately yanked me closer to get a look at my arm.

“Nice to meet you, finally…” He snickered, his hazel eyes dancing, before he checked out my ink, “That’s awesome. The detail is incredible. Musta been some artist.”
“Well, definitely the best I was going to do in bumfuck North Dakota.” I tried to laugh and hide my bright red cheeks.
“Nice stars.”

Did he just wink at me? Jesus.



Johnny and Brooks were both farther into the booth so they just waved. As I tried to get out of the spotlight, Syn pointed my way,
“She's a drummer.”

I literally hid my eyes behind a hand for a moment, before dropping it and looking at Brooks, sighing. I may as well just say it.
“You and Portnoy are like, the best drummers in metal. I love your work on the Stage.”

“You can't possibly put me in that category, but thank you.” He nodded, “How long you been playing?”

Matt and Johnny got up to get more drinks and the bassist motioned for me to sit down next to the drummer. Shyly, I sat down, ruffling my hair.

“I've been a percussionist for about 16 years, but until recently, I was mostly a rudimental drummer. I've owned a set since college, but didn't start playing it until around 3 years ago. I cut my teeth on Hail to the King. Pretty much learned the entire album, and some Metallica, before moving onto anything else.”

Before Brooks could ask anything else, Christ popped his head back in their little cubby hole, “Whattaya drinkin’ Violet?”

“Lagavulin, neat.”

I tried not to giggle at all the raised eyebrows.

“That ain't just any Scotch, honey. Damn.” Gates raised his glass to me, chuckling. Did I just catch Zacky glaring at him?

My green-eyed god was doing a fairly good job of not paying attention to me and talking to Megs instead. But after he glared at Syn, our eyes met quickly for a heated second. Where was that Scotch?

The drummer casually put an arm across the back of the seat, “What else can you play?” He was clearly just getting me to talk, which I was fine with,

“Um...some Maiden, couple Zeppelin songs, some other stuff of ya’lls like Eternal Rest, Buried Alive, and A Little Piece of Heaven are my favorites,” I grinned wide, thinking of how blissed out I would get when I played those, “I need to branch out. I'd like to learn jazz technique stuff, but right now I just wanna play loud and fast.”

This made them all laugh and nod knowingly as we all got drinks sat in front of us, Matt and Johnny joining us again. I welcomed the sting of the peaty goodness down my throat, trying not to let the situation overcome me.

Their just dudes, like any other dudes......But they're so not….

I noticed they were all kind of looking at me, and I ignored the fact that they were watching me drink the Scotch, “So I heard you guys were in the studio recently.” I gave Zacky a quick look right after I said it.

“Violet!” He furrowed his brow at me as all his brothers shot him looks.
“Zack, what the fuck?” Shadows shook his head, but wasn't very serious as he looked at me, “That was supposed to be a secret, Violet.” Then the dimples came out.

“What? She asked.” Vengeance shrugged, trying to stay nonchalant.
“Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. And he didn't even tell me what you guys were doing. So.....?” I looked at each of them expectantly, hoping they'd give me something.

Brian, a little drunk, giggled, “Zacky recorded ‘Runaway’.”

I froze as wide, apologetic green eyes met mine. My chest tightened and I couldn't stop staring back as I realized I couldn't even breathe.

“Now what about you, my little runaway?”

Fuck, I almost choked back a cry, my heart being squeezed hard by an invisible fist. Thank fuck Meaghan was looking elsewhere, but I was pretty sure they all caught the moment between us, despite the fact they were all razzing Syn for spilling.

Gates winked at me and put a finger to his lips, signaling me to keep this tidbit to myself. Figuring I should say something, I was probably about to out myself, when Ben walked up to the table.

“Excuse me gentlemen. Violet, may I have this dance?” He bowed and gestured dramatically and I exhaled in relief.

“Uh, sure.” I downed the rest of the Lagavulin despite the fact no 16 year old Scotch should be treated in such rude fashion, and the guys let me out, “Thanks for the drink!”
I waved as I got pulled onto the dance floor by the hot photographer with the cute backwards hat.

****ZV's POV******

Thank all the gods Meaghan was looking the other way right now. Those heartbreakingly sad purple eyes met mine and my whole being flushed.

Oh. Fuck.

Despite the fact that the guys were all my best friends and basically covering for me right now by getting onto Gates, I could feel their side glances as Violet and I stared helplessly at one another. She knew. She fucking knew.
While I of course realized she'd figure it the fuck out when it was released, that was months from now.

She finally looked away to reply to Brian, and that’s when Ben showed up. The girls always liked Ben because he was British and just when I was thinking to myself “yeah, good lucky buddy” she exited the cubby hole to go dance. What the fuck?

Well, she was probably extremely uncomfortable here after what Syn had just said and I’m sure that’s all it was. Had to be.

Just as the guys were finishing their waves and ‘nice to meet you’s Meaghan turned quickly to me, suddenly a little pale, “I’ll be right back.” And she flew off.
Despite her being uncomfortable, I had to smile a little to myself. She was just now getting to that stage of morning sickness.

“Duuuuuuuude.” Christ whistled low and my eyes shot up to meet his.
“What?” I did my best innocent voice. The guys all looked back and forth between one another, agreeing to what I knew they saw.
“What the hell was that?!” Brooks stage whispered. I just looked at them.
Syn interjected and I could have kissed him, “Whatcha guys talking about??”

Matt arched a brow at Brian and then looked at me, “It’s a good thing Megs didn’t catch that look. I’m not even sure how to describe it. It was like the air caught fire and at the same time also like you guys killed each other’s puppies. You need to explain right now before your pregnant wife gets back.” Shadz was, like--pissed.

I had to defuse this now, but how?? They were there!

“Look, we have chemistry, alright? I’ve met her a few times around town--here, and at the salon. It turns out we have a lot in common and just...I dunno. You saw it. It’s just--there. But I told her in zero uncertain terms that there couldn’t be anything between us.” It wasn’t a lie. I met each of their gazes so they would know how serious I was, “Be cool with her, kay? She’s a great model and Meaghan actually seems to like her, so….I’ll work it out, just trust me?”

They all seemed to accept this, warily, just in time as Megs sat back down next to me.

“You okay, babe?” I put my arm around her and kissed her cheek. She smiled cutely at me, eyes big and blinking up as she looked up. We’d both been over the moon since we found out, and every time she looked at me like that I remembered why I fell for her in the first place.
“Yeah, I’m good.”

Val bounded off the dance floor and grabbed Meaghan’s arm, looking at me, “I’m stealing her for a little bit, we’ll be back!”

We watched all the girls rush onto the dance floor, surrounding Ben and Violet. They all started dancing with one another, my photographer more than comfortable with all the female attention.

Just then, I heard Gates beside me, “....baseball. Can you blame him?”
I furrowed my brow at Brian, who just pinched my cheek before I pinched his nipple.
“Ow!”

Before I could ask what he said, the other three just gawked at me. Our drummer took a sip of his Coke, smiling at me, “Dude, she’s you.”

I once again gave Brian a flat look, “Thanks, Bri.”
Shadz smirked at me, drinking his beer and pointing towards the floor, “Looks like she’s shook up about it.”

As we watched, Ben and Violet locked lips--before heading for the door together. My mouth dropped open and the guys all sputtered and coughed out laughs at me. Would she really?

Wait….the math finally added up in my head and I couldn’t help the shameless, hot jealousy that coursed through my veins in a quick second--
They’d already been together. That’s why he actually had those pictures he sent me. I mean, they would’ve been at the studio just the two of them. Why am I just now figuring this out? Fuck! Now all I could see was him fucking her on the couch, on those blankets, at her place.

Dammit to all the fuck, I had to calm down!

Two seconds later my wife was spilled back into my lap.
“C’mon, babe. Lets go home,” I flipped the finger at the rest of them and slung an arm over my girl, knowing she knew exactly what I meant.

*****

I was angry fucking, but she had no idea. It was hard and fast, but nothing special really. Missionary, gettin’ it done.

“Oh, Megs…” Damn, she felt incredible.

Okay….it may have helped that I was totally pretending she was Violet. Just whatever you do, don’t say her name….

Well, it did help I didn’t have to use a condom. Nothing in this world beat that beautiful natural feeling.

“Zack--I’m--I’m--” I opened my eyes to force myself back in the moment, and there my wife was, coming under me as I held myself over her and railed into her.

“Baby!!” Her clenching walls pulled me over with her and watching her helped me draw out my finish. The moments that I still got totally wrapped up in Meaghan helped me hold onto reality.
Collapsing next to her, I gathered her to my chest as she hummed quietly.

“You, um...good, Zacky?” She knew I had multiples and wanted to make sure I was satisfied, which made me smile.
“Thanks, baby, I’m good. Exhausted.”
Just as I was hoping, the orgasm put me right to sleep.

*******Violet’s POV*****

I woke with a smile on my face. Despite the insane drama of the previous night, I had gotten just drunk enough to have an incredible night with the photographer. We’d had sex twice at his place and he’d asked me to stay since we were both a little drunk.

The spot next to me was empty, but I could smell food being cooked. Just as I was stretching and about to get up, Ben ran in the room and pounced on me in just boxers.

“You must be a really good fuck, I’ve never cooked for a woman before,” He laughed and I giggled.
He settled and I smirked when I felt him hard against me. His devious, dark eyes met mine and he smiled, “I’ve been edging for about an hour now. Want a really quick fuck?”
My eyed widened, “Um, yes please.”

Kissing me, Ben shoved on a condom and sat up on his knees, pausing as he watched me stare at his great body, “Ass up, Violet.”
I grinned wide as I did as I was told, groaning as his cock filled me. The position was perfect and not thirty seconds of fast thrusting later we both came.

Instead of pulling out, he fell onto my back, kissing my shoulders as we came down, “Holy fuck that was good…”
“I would hope so,” I chuckled, a little turned on by the image of him touching himself in the kitchen, “If you’ve been teasing yourself for a full fucking hour.”

“Hmmm. Yeah, kinda my thing.” The beautiful Brit groaned as he stood up, threw away the condom, and pulled his boxers up, “C’mon, I made pancakes.”

“And you don’t typically cook breakfast?” I teased, but had to admit I wondered a little since it was making me slightly uneasy.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. The only reason I made you breakfast is because I know I don't have to worry about you getting clingy. So eat up.” He smiled and I smiled back, breathing a little easier.

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Notes

So here's some more! I'm so excited for what's in store for this story! As always, lots of help from the one and only Larisa!!!