******Zacky’s POV*******

I somehow slept in a bed. Brian must’ve been a sweetheart and put me there because I certainly didn’t remember getting there myself. We had both gotten a little drunk, but I’m sure I drank way more, obviously given the situation.

There was a soft knock on the door, “How ya doin’, bud?” Brian walked in and I rolled over with a groan, putting my arm over my eyes.
“Oh my god what the ever living fuck, Syn…”
“C’mon,” He nudged me as he sat on the bed. I opened my eyes to find he had coffee, “Matt just called me. He knows, which apparently means everyone does. All the guys are going to his place and we’re going.”
I narrowed my eyes at him over the coffee mug.
“Ness’ll be there.”
“Yeah?” I stood up and headed for the shower with the sudden motivation of getting to see my little guy.
“Zacky?”
I turned, stopped in my tracks by the dead serious, very concerned look in my best friend’s eyes, “Yeah?”
“You alright?”

Our late night, a little drunk, intense, very personal talk came to mind and I smiled a little, “Yeah. Thanks.”

*

Shadz opened the door, a miffed look on his face. I blushed, but didn’t say anything about it.
“I hear you’re holding my son captive?” I put my hands in my pockets.
He let us in, “They’re all playing outside.” As I headed that way, I felt the back of my shirt being grabbed, “But you’re not going out there just yet.” I was shoved towards their living room as I gave Matt a humorless look.

Straightening myself, I realized they were all already there. Next, Brian grabbed my shoulders and sat me in one of the chairs. Brooks put a cup of coffee in my hand, and Christ poured some whiskey in it. And they all sat, staring at me. What was this, an intervention?

I sheepishly cleared my throat, “So, uh, what do you guys know?”
Matt put a foot on his other knee, drinking what I assumed was also Irish coffee, “Val tells me to watch our kids, and Ness, while they go comfort Megs. Because she kicked you out.”

I lowered my lashes, “Yeah...we had a fight last night.”

“Because you cheated on her?” Brooks came straight out and asked, the tone of his voice just barely insinuating that he didn’t actually know the answer.

I sunk down into the chair, drinking my coffee in answer.

“Fucking really, Vengeance?!” Johnny stood up abruptly, “With Violet, we all assume?!?” Short shit gestured wildly.
I sat up, clearing my throat, trying to deny it, “It was, a, um, stranger--I met at the bar--”
They all rolled their eyes, not buying it in the least, but when I looked around at my brothers, they didn’t say anything else for the moment.

Matt leaned forward on his knees, “You know the girls are having a day of whatever girls do, and she invited Violet.”

I hid the wince that threatened because she deserved better than to have to go through that, and just lowered my gaze again instead.

Shadz cleared his throat so I’d look at him and he straight out asked, so evenly, “So is it over?”

I looked back into my coffee and took a deep breath and a very long pause, “I think so.” I even sniffled a little.
“You sad because it’s over, or because you got caught?”
My head snapped up and I looked at Christ with an angry look. He met my gaze head on, his caramel eyes blaming me.

My brow furrowed, I knew I was angry at myself and not him, “Look, I shouldn’t have stepped out on Megs. I feel awful. While I’m the one that cheated, it doesn’t mean I’m not going to be sad over my marriage ending. Meaghan’s a wonderful woman, but we just don’t have that much in common. We lost the baby and I think that was the only thing holding us together. It sucks, but that was probably for the best, because that never works in the end…” I kind of assumed they all knew about the miscarriage, but the looks on their faces said Johnny and Brooks hadn’t.

“Dude.” The look on Christ’s face completely changed, “I’m sorry, man. That sucks.”
Brooks nodded as if to agree with the bassist and looked away. Matt wasn’t about to let it go, though.

“So she miscarries and you get comforted by your newest model?” His voice had bite to it and I had to look away from those firing hazel eyes, my own holding so many different emotions I had no idea how to even filter them right now. That was a low blow, but I deserved it.

Brian, knowing more of the story, stepped up to bat for me, “Dude. Calm the fuck down, Shadz. I’m not defending Zack, but Megs wouldn’t even look at him after it happened, and so yeah, he found comfort in the arms of the latest gold digger.”

“Gates!!” I sprang up out of my chair a little too defensively, “Don’t you dare call her that!!” And the second I said it, I realized I had outed myself, “Fuck.”

“Oh, like they didn’t know.” Brian glanced calmly up at me with a daring look, trying to see how far he could push me.
Pointing a finger down at him, I narrowed my eyes, “She’s not like that and you know it.”

Brooks scoffed from across from me, “How would you know? You just met her!”
Johnny shrugged, “Yeah, man. I mean, look at her situation. I’m not saying she only likes you for your money, but it could be a factor and you can’t--”

“I highly suggest all of you shut the fuck up,” I seethed, not doing a good job of controlling myself at the moment.

The realization clicked for the drummer, “You’ve been fucking her haven’t you? I mean, we were all teasing you this whole time, but something’s actually going on between you two??”

I plopped back down in my chair, leaning on my knees and staring at the floor, “First time I met her.”

This got me a bunch of hands thrown in the air exasperatedly. Before any of them could make anymore comments though, I elaborated, “But after that, we hadn’t slept together until this weekend.” I slowly raised my eyes to look around the room, finding mostly shock and not much else.

Shadz raised an eyebrow and got that stupid smirk on his face, “And???”

So much for judging me once the smut comes out, hey Shadz?? I narrowed my eyes at the singer and sat up straighter, “I lost count.”

I tried to hide the smile that threatened when they all started giggling like schoolgirls.
“Jesus, how long were you with her?” The blonde chipped in again.

Brian butted in before I could answer, “His parents call me Sunday afternoon, since he had disappeared Saturday. I know where she lives because I drove him over there when he had formerly told her he couldn’t see her anymore. So I show up to get him the fuck out of there, and right as I'm about to knock, I can hear her through the fucking door--coming like the fuckin’ world’s ending or some shit.” He raised both eyebrows, quite proud of his story and taking away all my abilities to play this down.

Now they all looked at me, mouths open, and I had to cover my eyes as my cheeks flushed, “Jesus christ, Bri. Thanks.”
“Ha! So Bri cock-blocked you?!” Matt laughed.
“Boy did he ever...I got her off and we were about to have a very nice time on the couch--again--but this fucker--”

“You banged her for a whole night and the next day?!?” The bassist cackled, “Dude, she can take it.”
“How dare you judge her?!” I fired, “She likes to have fun and right now that happens to be me. And that’s what I needed this weekend. Fun. Distraction. Comfort. And she was alllll of those things. And it wasn’t just fucking thank you very much! We watched a movie, we had dinner, I made her breakfast, I took her to Kokomo’s and walked on the beach--yeah we fucked a hellofa lot, but it’s more than that.” Little did I know I was now standing and pointing at the ground, my chest all puffed up as I rambled on.

Brooks stared at me and scoffed, “Dude. You’re in love with her. Or...whatever your version is.”

The rest of my brothers looked at him and then at me as I calmed down, “No, man...it’s not….like that, jeez, I just….like her. A lot.” I rolled my eyes at myself as once again I sat back down, pulling a hand over my face.

“Zack, we all know that great sex does funny things to the mind. You sure this ain’t just your dick talkin’?” Matt’s voice softened as he folded his arms and leaned back into the couch.

I tapped my fingers on the coffee cup in thought, “Look, what I do know is this. Violet and I have holy shit tons of things in common. And Megs and I don’t. We fell in love because she’s pretty and nice and giving. But that’s not enough to make it in the long haul I guess. I have no idea where things are with Vi, I just know with Megs that they’re over. It fucking sucks, but it is what it is.”

Just then MB walked through the sliding glass door with my son in his arms.
“Daddy!!!” He giggled happily when he was set in my arms and I hugged him close, a wide smile spreading across my face when I watched him laugh.

“I tried to keep them outside for as long as I could, but I think he saw you through the glass,” Matt clapped my shoulder, “Hear you’ve had better days. Sorry, man.”

I didn’t look away from Ness, “Thanks, MB. Yeah, I’ve definitely had better days. But I brought them on myself. It’ll all work out, though….” I drifted off as I started to think about the amazing kid in my lap and what we were about to put him through. Unfortunately, he was already used to me being gone a lot.

*****Vi’s POV*****

I somehow got up and snuck out in enough time to rush home and shower before work. After enough alcohol, the rest of the previous day and evening had been actually….fun? It had its moments anyway. The bitch sessions continued as the “Magic Mike” movies played in the background and the mimosas changed to wine. The conversations were definitely interesting. I hadn’t had any time to myself to think about Zack, though, so it hit me all the next morning as I attempted to drive, get ready, and then work all day.

I did my best to fake it at work, but man it was tough. When asked enough times by Erin, I figured I could give some of it away, so I told her I’d been drinking all day at Meaghan’s with the girls because her and Zacky were fighting. She let me leave it at that, but I could tell by the look she gave me that this wasn’t the end of this conversation.

Busying myself only seemed to work so much. I had so many questions. Was Zack gay? Had our time together meant nothing and was just a cover up? No. It couldn’t be. How could he use Meaghan like she claimed he did? And...with her he’d been keeping it to once at a time? He’d finished so many times during our times together...then my mind would think back to those times together. We’d known that we were electric between the sheets, but...then we’d actually gotten to spend time together and it was nothing short of….magical. I never knew I could have so much fun discussing Marvel’s plot holes…

The tears came and l let them, welcomed them now that I was at my place. But then they wouldn’t stop. I was struggling to breathe when I heard a knock at the door.

“Oh, honey,” Erin wrapped her arms quickly and tightly around me when she saw my state, “I had my suspicions, but….” She pulled me inside and sat me down on my couch, “How bad is this? You have a crush on Zack?”

I couldn’t take it anymore. Someone had to know, I had to tell someone.
I bit my lip and blushed darkly, “Meaghan kicked him out when...when she found out he cheated.”
Erin froze and slowly raised a brow at me, “Vi...I could tell he was interested, but...when did this happen? Was it once or are you guys, like...having an affair?”

I blew my nose before wiping more at my tears, “Neither. The first time was when I took those promo shots for Johnny’s. Months ago. We both understood that it would be a one time thing. It wasn’t the best situation, but I was dealing with it. Then...then Megs miscarried and--”
“She lost the baby?” The pretty brunette covered her mouth with both hands.

I could only nod, starting to cry again, “And I guess he got mad because she wouldn’t talk to him, so….he came over and we had this...incredibly weekend together. Then he went home to her, she kicked him out, and it sounds like it’s really over! Because of me!” I buried my face in my hands, yammering on pathetically, “Now I have no idea what he wants! What I want! I can’t date him! But if he comes over here...god, Erin, I have no idea what to do!”

She held me close and I knew I must’ve looked so ridiculous, clinging to her as I calmed. But she was so nice--petting my hair and kissing it. It seemed like she held me forever while I curled up to her, mostly retreating into my old self.

“Seems like you’ve really stuck your foot in it,” Erin used a finger to raise my chin so I met her light blue eyes, “I bet I know how to make you feel better, even if it’s just temporary.”



My eyes lit up, lips curling into a small smile for probably the first time all day. I let her gently lean down to kiss me, pulling me in closer as her tongue licked over my bottom lip. The movement had me falling into her lap, leaning over her as she leaned back on the couch. As her hand went to my cheek and the kiss deepened, I felt Violet start to peek out from around the corner.

As I kissed down her neck and my hand went up her shirt, I groaned, “You know it drives me nuts when you don’t wear a bra.” She laughed, which put me in an even better mood. When I kept going and yanked up her shirt, she attempted to stop me.
“I want to make you feel better, Vi…”
“This is making me feel better,” I chuckled and licked at one of her nipples. When my lips closed around it, her fingers tightened in my hair and my name fell from her lips. I moistened at the sound and kept going when she pebbled under my touch. Nipping a little harder, one of my hands held her close between her shoulders, the other one drifting down between her legs. Not wanting to make a mess out of her shorts, I got up and yanked them off. Settling back over her, I opened my lips to envelop hers as I slipped a finger into her. She was already wet and moaned into my mouth, her hand now under my shirt. I let her drag it over my head, my bra soon joining it on the ground.

“Erin--” I tried to focus as my nipple hardened in her eager mouth. When I added a finger, she collapsed back, her eyes closing as she whimpered. I could tell she was close, so I pinched a nipple between my fingers and she yelped--clenching hard around my fingers.
Before I could even start south, she grabbed my chin in her hand and forced me to look at her. My breath caught at the look in her beautiful eyes, an eyebrow raised at me, “Sit on my face, sexy.”

Jesus.

We were a lot alike, so every time we were together was a little bit of cat and mouse fight for dominance that I adored. Grinning, I obeyed. It was kind of awkward on the furniture, but I found a position that worked and immediately had her tongue on my clit.

“Fuck, Erin--” My thighs were already shaking as her tongue drove me wild, moving over my opening and back under my hood. Whenever she went down on me, I was completely at her mercy--her light eyes taunting me from between my knees, reminding me she was in control. I moved my hips a little to basically ride her face, and she spanked me--pointing a finger up at me in warning as my jaw dropped. Her eyes flashed and she didn’t even stop. Fuck, she knew me too well. That was all I needed, so when she kept going I threw my head back and came on her skilled tongue.

I stood up and she made to follow me. Smirking, I pushed her back into the couch, now pointing my finger down at her and winking, “Don’t go anywhere.”

Hurrying to my bedside drawer, I got out my new toy I’d so far been too nervous to try. Tonight was the night, though. I felt just dominant enough and knew the confidence boost of having my own fake appendage was just what I needed.

Hiding around the corner I told her to close her eyes, that I had a surprise for her. She giggled and said something smart and I walked to where she sat. Opening her legs for me as I knelt in between them, I rubbed the fake head over her wetness, “No peeking, now.”

She leaned back against the couch, biting her bottom lip as I pushed just the head in and pulled it out.
“Alright, baby, open ‘em.”

Her baby blues opened to me smirking down at her, my strap on in my hand until it slid all the way inside her.
The deep inhale in shock followed by the loud moan was all I wanted to hear right then. Jesus, I was going to fucking come just doing this to her.
“Violet--”
I had no idea how to use this thing, but I did my best to learn and she sure seemed to like it, “You want more, Erin?” I sneered.
“Yes, faster, Vi--”

I carefully went faster, not knowing how guys survived this when they could feel anything. I’d made her come plenty of times, but this was completely different. I watched the shaft disappear into her again and again and my own walls began to clench.
Erin arched and I could feel she was getting close by how much harder I had to work to thrust in and out. Goddamn. She was going to come and I was going to come with her. Talk about fun.

As I leaned slightly over her on the couch, just about to get us there, a knock on my door rudely interrupted us.

Furrowing my brow, my eyes met hers and I clamped a hand over her mouth. I wasn’t about to stop. Wincing, I bit down so hard on my lip as I came that I drew blood. Erin’s eyes rolled back and her lashes fluttered shut as her body shook into orgasm, quietly.

“Violet? Can we just talk? I swear I just wanna talk to you.”
Fuck. Me and Erin’s eyes met in wide surprise. It was Zacky.

I fumbled to get the toy off and we both scrambled to get dressed. I didn’t want her to go, but I had to answer the door, so I gave her a look.
“Don’t leave, Erin, I’ll just tell him to go,” I whispered, but she didn’t listen.

Giving me a teasing look as she kept getting dressed, I huffed at her. Just in case, I put the toy in the bathroom as I pulled my shirt on and ran around, almost tripping, “Just a minute!”

As we both were almost at the door, I stood toe to toe with her, “Erin, will you please go get on my bed?! You want him to know that you know?” I hissed. Her eyes only held mischief as she shrugged and opened the door for me, causing me to go into a state of pure shock.
“That was fucking hot, Vi.” She grinned wide and winked at me before turning to an absolutely horrified Zacky. Waving me goodbye, she scampered off, “Don’t call me!!”

I facepalmed myself, turning so many shades of red. Clearing my throat, I steadied myself on the door, “Can I help you?” I'm sure I looked interesting: blushing, hair and clothes a mess.

Both those gorgeous eyebrows were raised high and guaranteeing that I wasn’t thinking straight. He stumbled over some words, I watched as his eyes went to where my nipples showed through my shirt, and I noticed he had totally pitched a tent right in my doorway.

“Look can you give me, like, two minutes?” I was so flustered. Vengeance nodded and I let him in.

Quickly shutting myself in my bathroom, I cleaned myself up, cleaned the toy and hid it, tried to calm down, gave myself one last look in the mirror, and emerged.

Stick to your fucking guns, Violet.

There he was, on my couch again. Where I’d just fucked, where we’d fucked before, where I wanted to fuck him right now. I thanked god when I noticed he’d adjusted himself so his boner was less obvious.

When I sat, as far away from him as I could get on the small piece of furniture, that adorable, blushing grin creased his cheeks and now I was blushing again. I’d never been this absolutely out of control for someone before, it was still a little disarming.

“Fucking christ, Violet,” He shook his head, “I mean...I did just come here to talk, but...I’m not really sure how to handle this,” Those amazing green eyes raked over me, “You sure don’t make things easy….”
“You don’t either, Zacky--”
“Did I interrupt you, or did you guys already--??” He was getting bolder, teasing as I hid my face.

Forcing Violet more out of her shell, I cleared my throat and answered calmly, “We probably would have kept going, but...we had both been satisfied more than once a piece, so I’ll take it.”
“Jesus christ.”
“You asked,” I huffed, a flat look on my face. While he did look amazing, I wasn’t up for games or flirting right now. He caught on and cleared his throat again. I couldn’t even look at him. Dammit, I was just starting to have fun and now all my feelings were coming back again.

I could feel his eyes on me, “Have you been crying?”
Fuck.
“Of course I’ve been crying, Zack.” I didn’t look back at him, nervously biting my fingernails, “I broke up your marriage.”
“Violet…” He sighed and pinched his nose, “That’s kinda what I came by to talk to you about….you--we, didn’t break up my marriage. It was already over. Please know that.”

I did know that actually, Megs had said as much, but it didn’t stop the guilt. He tried to scoot closer and I flicked my eyes to his with a warning look, so he stayed in place.

“I’ve given this alot of thought, Vi...I originally told Megs that I wanted to work it out, but...I had a long talk with Brian and he...helped me see some things. I don’t want to work on things with her. I want to...maybe work on things with you, though.”

I scoffed out a sarcastic laugh, “Zack…” I ran both hands over my face, getting more infuriated the more moments ticked by. It was my place, I could do what I wanted. So I grabbed the glass on the coffee table and threw it acroos the room. Zacky jumped as it shattered, “You can’t just do this to me, Zacky!!” I had jumped up and now paced, my fingers running through my already disheveled hair, “You realize how this looks?! This weekend was amazing, but I could just be your next model, it seems to be your M.O.! Meaghan is my friend, and we can’t just...just start dating! What even is this?!” I was rambling and tears were starting again. I knew I didn’t make much sense, “You have a son! And I don’t date! Jesus….”

“Violet…” Vengeance tentatively approached me and I didn’t stop him when he put his arms around me and pulled my head against his chest. He smelled so good…. “Where is this stuff coming from? Baby, you’re not making any sense.”
Once I had settled down a little, he held my face in his hands, wiping at my tears.

I caught myself falling into those green abysses and pulled away, trying to collect my thoughts rationally. Sitting back against the arm of the couch, I held my arms, “You realize how this would look? To me? To others? To Meaghan?”

The way his eyes fell to the floor as he stood there with his hands in his pockets gave me my answer.

“You’re more to me than that, you have to know that.”
“No, I don’t. You need some time to yourself, to figure out what you want--”
“I want you.”
I chewed on my lip. Val had made us all promise, and I really didn’t want to break that promise. It was eating me alive, though.

“What aren’t you telling me, Vi?” He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes a little. Zacky got a little closer and I stared up at him.
“You ever...find yourself...attracted to the same sex?” That was the best you could come up with? So smooth, Vi.
His green eyes narrowed further suspiciously, “Noooo. Why do you ask?”
I blushed and he cocked his head to the side.
“Violet.”
“I know you’ve had sex with Matt.”

His gaze widened before his eyes darted away and he backed up, running a hand down his face, “Fuck. How do you know about that!? And what does it matter anyway, it was like almost twenty fucking years ago!!” He was getting a little angry and I couldn’t help but think it was a little cute. I did my best to keep the giggling to myself.
“How do you know, Vi?!”
“I, um, can’t tell you.”

When I saw him realize it, he had to sit down, “Holyfuckingshit, this came out during your girls day, didn’t it?!?” I sat next to him, probably a little closer than I needed to, “They all know about this?” He sat back and looked up at the ceiling, leaning his head back, “Megs never knew. Fuck…”

“Zack...after...two failed marriages..don’t you think you should ask yourself--”
His eyes snapped back to mine and halted my sentence. He sat back up, much closer to me now. The seriously hurt look in his viridian orbs made me swallow hard, “You think after this past weekend with you I could possibly be gay...that really stings, Violet.” He shook his head, “I guess I don’t know what I’m doing here, then. If it didn’t mean anything to you--”

I quickly grabbed his hand in mine, “No, Zacky! It did! I just…after yesterday, hearing all these things about you, fully realizing that yes, you apparently like to hook up with your own models, and I’m not looking for a relationship, just fun, and then you come along and you’re all amazing and shit, but I can’t date you Zack! They would all hate me! All the girls, all the guys!! But how can I just sit by and not be with you--” I had stood up again and was pacing and gesturing wildly until he stopped me.

Vengeance spun me into his arms, pulling my lips to his into a wildly passionate kiss. I melted up against him at first, but then pulled away, wanting to be angry at him but finding it impossible. Like I needed a reminder of how amazing we were together.

“The guys, and their girls, would get used to you. They already like you. As far as relationships go, I don’t really want to be in one, either. Apparently they don’t work well for me. I guess...I’m looking for fun, too, Vi, just...fun with you.” He still held me close and now he was touching my hair.
I made myself look away as well as pull away, “I dunno, Zack...I think we just need time.”

Now his eyes fell, “Okay. I can wait. Can I at least have your number?” He smirked adorably and it worked. We exchanged numbers and he kissed my cheek before once again leaving my life for the time being.

*****

Notes

Soooo much happening!! Hopefully you guys enjoyed this update! Thanks again to Larisa for helping me add a little here and there to the discussions/fighting.

The guys in this story! Ha! The Synacky even though it's completely platonic is driving me nuts, they are SOOO CUUUUUTE!!!