*****Violet’s POV******

My aftershocks were still hitting me, my heels firmly planted in his asscheeks, when he broke down over me. Zacky held me tight, clutching with need as huge sobs wracked his sexy body. It took me a second to even understand what was happening. He was mostly quiet--I wouldn’t have known he was crying except for his shaking shoulders that my hands started soothing over. Tears sprang to my own eyes at the heartbreaking sound as I held him tighter, one hand caressing over his hair, one his back. Just the way his hands dug vehemently into my body told me how destitute he really was over what I had a guess, but didn’t know for sure.
I wanted to give him as much time as he needed, but I had to know.

“Zack...what happened?” My voice cracked in his ear. When he answered, voice thick with emotion, I had to bite back a sob myself.

“She lost the baby.”

Even though I had figured that’s what had gone down, I wasn’t ready to hear it fall from his lips in such a hopeless, lost way. I shed a few tears quietly as I continued to console him. After a few minutes, he was done and climbed off of me. Wiping at his face first, he pulled his swim trunks back on and grabbed his smokes.

I tried not to feel left alone and leave him be when he quietly went out to the tiny patio. He was going through stuff and I had no idea what...but holy ever living fuck, what the hell just happened???

I’d never had sex that intimate in my life, nowhere close. That was some other level, other dimension kind of shit. No amount of Disney movies or chic flicks could have prepared me for it.
I fell back into the sheets as I tried to wrap my mind around all of it. To say we were way too deep in now would be a laughable understatement. While I was really sad he was hurting, I couldn’t help the tingly, good feelings that still rushed through my body to my very being. He satisfied me to a point that I couldn’t even comprehend, unlike I’d ever been satisfied by anyone before.
He was most definitely leading me on at this point, but I didn’t care. It’s not like I expected anything of him.

When he came back in the room, I was still lying there blissfully. I quickly pulled the sheet up to cover myself and sat up, looking over his stressed-out features. He was so sad and it broke my heart. Zacky sat close to me and touched my cheek softly. That way his viridian gaze locked onto mine and made me speechless…..

“Violet…” His chest heaved with a large sigh, “I went in to comfort my wife...and she didn’t even want to talk to me. She was faced away from me and when I tried to talk to her again, her whole body turned away from me. I gave her a third chance and she couldn’t even look at me or say a word. So I left,” I grabbed his hand and laced our fingers together, but he continued before I could offer any of my condolences, “I don’t want to talk about it, I just thought you deserved some sort of an explanation. I apologize, I shouldn’t have put all that on you. But it does mean the world to me that you were there for me…”

“Don’t apologize, Zack...whatever it is we have, I’m happy we can have these moments, however few and far between they may be. I don’t expect anything from you, I’m glad I could be there for you, I want to make that clear.”

He ran a hand over his face, finally raising his eyes again, “I don’t want to be sad right now. I want to spend time with you. If that’s okay.”

My jaw dropped open, “You...you wanna stay?” My heart thundered away in my chest again. We’d never spent any real time together before. While we clearly had some sort of intimate bond, I just figured that’s all it would ever be--random passionate moments that left the heart begging for more.
“I’d love to. If you’re sure.”
I grinned wide and he kissed my cheek, “I gotta make a call then. I’ll be right back,” He stood up and looked down at me, “You better put some clothes on. We’re outta condoms.”



My body flushed as he looked at me over a shoulder before he disappeared through the doorway. Jesus that guy.

As I cleaned up and got dressed, I could hear him calling someone from the other room. I couldn’t hear the words, but it seemed to be getting more heated. His voice raised and I wondered who he’d be talking to. Eventually I figured out, to my own mortification, it was him telling Meaghan's parents he wouldn’t be coming home. The realization hit me and guilt and shame started creeping into the moment. Just when I was trying to figure out if I really wanted to do this, he ended the call and poked his head back in--all frustration gone from his now playful eyes.

“So...movie? Pizza? What do we do here?” He walked in and finally picked up his shirt to put it on. Oh, who was I kidding, he looked just as good in a shirt as he did without one.

“Go through my movies and pick something. I’ll go grab more...supplies,” I boldly winked, mentally high-fiving myself, and headed towards the door. Giggling when I got a light pat on the ass out the door, I hurried even more--wanting to get back as soon as possible.

I called the pizza place, went to the drug store for condoms and some cheap wine, and sped back. I couldn’t help but giggle when I found Zacky sitting on the floor staring at my BluRay/DVD collection. Setting my supplies on the table, I sat next to him only to be tackled to the ground and kissed.

“This is ridiculous.” He sat back up and shook his head, “You have Star Wars, Stark Trek, and like the entire Marvel Universe.”
I shrugged, trying to contain my excitement that he liked this about me, “It’s what I like,” I got up, offering him a hand, “So which is it, sexy?”



He smiled and blushed lightly, “I’ve been so busy I still haven’t seen Civil War.” When he was up, he put his hands on my hips and suddenly I was all nervous and tingly again, “Although I don’t like the idea of sharing your attention with Chris Evans.”
I raised a brow up at him and flicked his nose, my eyes sparking when I remembered him smacking my ass earlier when I had told him I wanted to ride him, “'Too bad'.”

When I pulled away towards the couch, Zack narrowed his eyes but opened the case before walking over to my TV setup to pop in the movie. When he laid down on the couch and looked at me expectantly, I cuddled into him tentatively. Wow, that felt nice. Being in his arms in this context was an entirely different thing. I could feel his slight breath intake and his fingers tighten at my hips. My cheeks flushing, I started the movie, mentioning that the pizza was on the way.

“I’m curious, what did you do with the ring?” Zack mumbled as the credits began.
“I threw it out the window when I crossed that first cold state line,” I chuckled dorkily at myself, “You? Ya know, with your first.”

Zacky laughed at the memory, “Me and Gena’s breakup was a little messy. We were having a knock-down, drag-out fight towards the end and I took it off and threw it at her.”

My hands went to my mouth as I looked back at him, scoffing and laughing, “So dramatic.” I teased. He shrugged and agreed. After a moment, I had to ask, “What happened with Gena anyway?”
A long sigh escaped his lips as his face got a little more serious, “Same thing that’s happening with Megs now, sort of. Once we got married, she toured a lot less and the distance got to us. Looking back now, I’m pretty sure she was mostly in it for the fame. To be fair, I think it was the Vengeance in me that dated her. Ya know, proving that I could get the stereotypical hot trophy wife.”

The doorbell interrupted us and I got up to pay for the pizza, making sure the door stayed closed enough so Zack wasn’t seen. We ate and drank some of the cheap wine, trying to pay attention somewhat to the movie. Putting his plate down, Zacky picked his glass up, placing his other arm around my shoulders. After he took another sip, he laughed at me, “This is really shitty wine.”

I slapped his chest as we both giggled, “I’m poor, gimme a break!!”
“Megs told me you’ve been full time at the salon for awhile now. Surely you make enough to buy at least $8 wine instead of this shit.” He joked.
Nervously playing with my glass, I looked back at the tv, “I’ve got a decent amount of credit card debt that I’d like to get rid of, or at least pay most of, before I start spending more money on really anything. Part of my split was splitting the debt--I agreed to take half and he’d take half. It was pretty fair really. All my tattoos weren’t cheap, and somebody’s merchandise isn’t either,” I looked at the ceiling innocently as he pinched me. When I looked back at him, he had a smile pulling at his lips and a soft look in his eyes.

“What?” I cowered a little under his gaze.
His tatted fingers moved some of my hair away from my face, “I really admire you for doing what you did, Vi. That must’ve been really scary. You ever been on your own before?”
I shook my head.
“Well, you’re certainly proving you don’t need him, or anyone,” He touched my hair again,

“Can I take you out tomorrow?”

My eyes no doubt had that deer-in-the-headlights look again, “What? I mean, where? You sure that’s, um, a good idea??” What was he thinking? He couldn’t take me out! What are we, dating now?!

His easy smile, though, kicked away all my questions. The effects this guy had on me never stopped amazing me. I was trying to get a handle on myself, but man, did he make that impossible, “Violet, frankly I don’t really give a shit about any of that right now. But if it makes you feel better, it’s not like we’re gonna be making out in public. So if something wound up on social media, I can easily say you’re a friend because you are, and you model my stuff.” His hand that was around me and holding my shoulder tightened, moving me closer to him, “If you haven’t been to Kokomo’s, you can’t say you live here.”
“I haven’t…” Fuck, he smelled so good. I couldn’t help but settle into him and put my head on his shoulder.
“Well it’s settled then. It’s right on the waterfront, so we can take a walk on the beach, too.”

A walk on the beach? My heart swelled at the idea, and as much as I knew that we were heading fast down a very dangerous highway, I slammed my foot on the gas.

“That sounds nice.”



His honest smile turned into a smirk as he leaned over to my ear. As he softly kissed just below it and the room instantly caught on fire, he hooked a finger in the neckline of my somewhat low tank top. Zack’s voice was low and gravelly, making me shiver, “I hope this isn’t out of line, but I gotta know. When did you get these?” Suddenly he palmed one of my breasts and my breath hitched.

Frankly, he could’ve gotten away with saying probably just about anything right now. He sat back up, sideways smile on as his green eyes danced with toying amusement and mine got wide again.
Clearing my throat, my whole body flushed. Forcing myself to be confident, I fixed my stare back at him, “They’ll be ten in November.” I guess he didn’t expect this answer, because it was followed by a coughed out laugh.

“Absolutely not. I mean, I’ve seen enough tits to know there’s no way those are a decade old,” He raised both eyebrows haughtily. I cocked one back with attitude, “Well, that was until you saw mine, then. They were my birthday present, sort of to myself, in 2007.” I crossed my arms, moving his hand that had still rested there. Zack accepted this and moved on, keeping his hand to himself.
“Why’d ya get ‘em? You don’t need them, you’re beautiful without boobs.”

He was just too much. Line or not, it was something the 26 year old me would’ve died to hear. I tried to hide how much that one little comment mattered to me, casting my eyes down, “Yeah, well...26 year old me didn’t think so….” I tossed my hair to the side and looked back up at him, our conversation suddenly turning a little more serious, “They’re a part of me now, so I wouldn’t say I regret them, but….I definitely never would’ve gotten them if it wasn’t for...him.”

Zacky’s mouth dropped, “He made you get them?”



I shook my head, “No, and it’s not really like that….he just...he was a breast guy and like…he’s kind of obsessed with really big ones. I insisted I wanted C’s, or whatever you call what I wound up with, but he kept hinting I should go bigger, which I stood my ground on. Looking back…” I lowered my gaze again, shaking my head at myself, “I can’t believe I stayed for so long…” I almost whispered before I snapped back into my point, “Basically he created this atmosphere where I felt worse about myself because I had super tiny boobs. Not even really A cups. He didn’t do it on purpose, it’s just what he likes. I already had issues with it. I got teased all the time in high school, for a ton of reasons but including that one. I was tired of never fitting into anything and not liking the way I looked naked. So I kind of did it for myself, but partly for him, too. Which I hate.”

“That’s hard to believe you did that, honestly, Violet.” My head snapped up to find the look in his eyes serious and bare.
“Yeah, well...I was a different person then. She was a pathetic mess.” My lips pulled up into almost a smile, “I'm not.”

This made him smile wide, which brought out those adorable cheeks. Zacky chuckled lightly, “I’d tell you how bangin’ you would look without them, but something tells me you know that already, and don’t even need my compliments.”

I grinned wide, too, and just looked back at him for a moment, loving how much he seemed to understand me. He could tell the moment was getting too real and awkwardly looked away and back, clearing his throat, “So why’d you get teased in high school?”

I laughed so loud instantly that I blushed and quieted immediately before going on, “Oh man...so many reasons…” I knew that this was my in, this was it. If there were anything in the universe that connected me more to Zacky this was it… “I was...kind of a loud brat in high school, at least when it came to some things. I dressed outlandishly to make a statement, same with makeup and hair and stuff. This got me made fun of, which would only make me do it more, so on and on it went--”
“Outlandish? Like what?” He turned fully towards me like it was fascinating.

“Lets see...I cut all my hair off my junior year and died it Gwen Stefani blonde. She was like, my idol. People called me a dike just for having short hair. I had red white and blue plaid bellbottoms that were my mom’s in the ‘70’s--”

“What?!” He giggled, his head falling back with laughter.
“I know! They were awesome! I also had like five pairs of Jnco’s.”
Zack covered his mouth, he was laughing so hard, “That’s about how many I had, at least.”

“So why’d you get made fun of?” I knew the answer, but I wanted to hear what he’d say. This only got me a sly look sideways.



“C’mon. You’ve seen the pictures,” His demeanor changed again, becoming more serious as his eyes searched my face, “Ya know...the guys have been teasing me a lot when it comes to you.”
“Me? Why?” I perked up.

Vengeance picked at his shorts, looking at the tv for a moment, “At first it was because of the pictures my wife sent me--” Wait, what? I wondered, but let him finish first, “Basically, because you’re hot and my model now. But then after that night at the bar…” His face kinda fell and I my curiosity piqued, “ Brooks looked to me and was like, ‘dude, she’s you.’” Zack knew better than to look back at me at that moment and part of me was glad he didn’t, because I could see how much it was eating at him...I needed to change the mood before this got even more serious than it already was.

“W-what pictures did she send you?” My voice wavered softly.
That’s when he finally looked at me. The green orbs changed to seduction and I literally felt myself get wetter. His voice got lower and I my heart rate skyrocketed.

“She sent me the proofs of what wound up on the website…” He rested one arm on the back of the couch behind me again, slowly leaning towards me until he was speaking right up against my ear, his fingers dancing along my jawline, “I started masturbating when she sent me the first ones...and when I got that one with the swimsuit...I came instantly.”

This definitely had the effect he was going for, my skin on fire for his touch and my mind going nuts at the thought of him touching himself with me in mind. A whimper-moan sounded in my chest and all at once our bodies collided. Pushing me back on the couch, Zack’s lips went to my neck, kissing and biting and licking and driving me crazy. My hands clutched at his back, my legs instantly wrapping around him. Our hips were already pressed together, so when he fully hardened--it was right up against me. When I whispered his name, he pressed it harder up against me and I mewled softly. He grabbed at the box of condoms over on the table next to the couch, scrambling to get one out before his mouth owned mine again. I quickly shimmied out of my shorts and underwear and he didn’t even bother with his. We were like two hormone driven teenagers, rushing to it so fast I could hardly see straight.

“This is gonna be quick, baby--” He husked in my ear so low and needy I almost couldn’t hear it. The tone made me tighten with want as my body readied itself. Zacky pulled himself out of his board shorts and spread me apart on one deep thrust.
“Jesus--”
“Zacky--god, I want you so bad--” It slipped out and I barely even knew what I’d said. This made him smile sideways down at me as our eyes momentarily met, our hips slapping away. I pulled my knees up and out to accept his full length and we both groaned at how much deeper he got. He felt so incredible, it made me so crazily responsive. Pressing my hands to his chest in desperation, my toes curled as I bit my lip.

“Fucking christ, Violet--” Vengeance growled, which only made my orgasm more final, “That pussy for the love of all this is--” He slammed into me and came with a shout. It was so hot, my body shook and clamped down around him--although it was so close to my first I wasn’t sure whether it was really two orgasms or one drawn out one.

I sighed in the afterglow, my eyes closed as I tried to enjoy the last moments before he pulled out. Smiling when if felt little kisses across my cheek, I barely opened my eyes to satisfied green looking at me. He ran a hand across my hair, pecking my lips softly, “The things you do to me…”

I hummed in agreement and we pulled apart. As I got dressed, I realized he probably wasn’t extremely comfortable in his swim trunks and shirt he’d worn all day, “I think I might have something you could wear…” He gave me a weird look as I walked off. Digging around in a box in the closet, I found exactly what I was looking for.

“These aren’t your ex’s I hope.” The guitarist started changing in the bedroom he’d followed me into.
“Um, no. They’re promotional things they always gave us in college band. It seemed like they never had smalls, but I kept the stuff for nostaligia’s sake.”
“You were in college band?” He raised both brows at me.

“Yeah. Time of my life, dude,” Did I just call him dude? “That shirt’s from when Carta Blanca paid for all 200 of us to go to Monterrey, Mexico and play at a professional soccer game. It was pretty cool. Technically, I’ve played in front of as many people as you have.” I stuck my nose in the air sassily as he pulled on the boxers I had gotten from something similar. After I put the box away, he was still laughing at me and put his arms around my waist from behind, mumbling into my ear.

“You are something else, Violet…”

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Notes

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