Runaway

***Zacky’s POV*****

The show that night went really well and adrenaline was still coursing through my veins by the time I schmoozed with a few fans, grabbed a beer, talked to the guys. I always left my phone on the bus during shows and when I got back to it, I almost dropped the beer at the gorgeous picture that graced the screen.

That comment should have my tires squealing so fast that the only reason you know I was leaving was the smell of burnt rubber. Yet here I am. I think Ness likes his “new mommy.”

My heart stopped as my dick twitched. I stared at the beautiful scenery of what could very soon be basically my new girlfriend with my sleeping son cuddled up to her in my hoodie. I now regretted my joke because of how much I couldn’t even begin to understand my reaction to the picture of them together. It did things to me. Weird things. How easily they got along made my heart hurt, in a good way?? What the hell was that about??? Not to mention she was smart enough to figure out an adorable way to get him to calm down. And then there was her comment on the matter. Jesus, we were going 100 miles an hour around the edge of a dangerous cliff. All I could do, though, apparently, was hold on tighter.

Brian ripped me from my thoughts as he sprang up the bus stairs. He was ghost white and ran to his bunk, grabbing some things from it as he tried to breathe.

“Bri?” I ran to him, “What’s going on? You okay?”
“Mich. Her water just broke.” He gave a shaky, sideways grin, “Larry’s chartering us a jet. C’mon, we gotta hurry.”
“Us??”
“Yeah,” He stopped and stared at me, “You’re coming with me, right? Someone’s gotta keep me from hyperventilating all the way there.”

As I threw a few things together, the rest of the guys hurried on the bus and did the same. Syn grabbed my hand and hauled me behind him, followed by the others as we all hurriedly climbed in a limo.

*

The second we rolled into the hospital, all a little tired while Brian was practically vibrating energy, he ran to the nurse’s station to ask where he should be as we all stayed behind. Smiling to each other because of how happy we were for him, we relaxed a little now that we were there. What I didn’t expect--was for her to be here. Standing there. With my son.

I’d been staring at that picture she sent me off and on the entire plane ride there. But seeing it in person was a completely different story--like a quick slap in the face.

I froze. She turned and our eyes met and that only further planted my feet. The background in my head changed to scenery of her in my house, our house, our kids, her cooking me fucking dinner. Oh jesus fuck. My eyes barely moved over her shoulder to where my brothers were all looking slyly over at me. They were very badly containing their laughter at my inability to speak or move right now. Taking a deep breath when I finally figured out I hadn’t been breathing, either, I stepped towards her.

“Heyy, Violet.” It came out an awkward whisper, and she only stared questioningly back at me. No doubt she wanted an explanation for the look on my face. Ness woke up and saw me and saved the day. He giggled and reached for me and a second later I was kissing his forehead as he climbed into my arms.

Only then did I look around with relief to find none of the girls were there. Just when I was about to whisper an apology to the poor woman, though, Val came bounding up to the guys with Meaghan and Lacey in tow.

“She’s just now going into the second stage of labor. You guys can go if you want, it might be awhile.”

My whole body buzzed with a weird fight or flight response as I stood between my wife and the woman I cheated on her with.

Matt now had his younger son in his arms, “You know we’re not going anywhere, babe. Coffee anyone?” He grinned and Johnny and Lacey agreed to get everyone some.
Vi tried not to look at me as she moved to Meaghan’s other side.

“Do you mind staying? You don’t have to work tomorrow, right?” Megs asked her and I had to walk away.

Brooks elbowed my side as he glanced at my two women, “Do you know why she’s here? Talk about awkward. Really smooth move, by the way.”

“No shit.” I sighed, giving him a flat look, “And thanks for all your help," I clipped sarcastically, "I’m sure she came because Megs asked her to, for moral support or whatever. I’m sure being the only one of the girls that’s separated from one of us is weird, so….”
“True. How long you guys going to be able to hide this, though?”

I narrowed my eyes at the drummer, “I dunno. Talking about it sure won’t help, though.” He put up his hands and I relented, realizing that came out kind of harsh, “Sorry, as you might imagine, I'm a little on edge...we just...gotta wait it out until Megs is comfortable with it.”
“You think she ever will be? Her new friend and her ex-husband?”
“All I can do is hope, I guess…” I sighed again.

Just then Matt put an arm across my shoulders, smirking, “Afraid she’s going to 'Billy Jean' you yet? She seems to be pretty comfortable with your kid.”

“Shut the fuck up, Shadz. Nobody asked you,” I fired, my eyes widening at how worked up I was. He only broke down laughing, waving his fingers in the air--indicating he felt “so” threatened.
Brooks shrugged in his cool, even keel way, “Jealous someone’ll get there before you can, Matty?” He fingered the quotation marks and said his nickname in a sing song tease before the huge guy lunged at him.

Now I was the one laughing when our drummer suddenly wound up in a headlock.


Later in the night, er well, the next morning I guess, Meaghan sat in one corner with Ness asleep in her lap while she talked to Kelly. At first she had been a social butterfly--talking to everyone, but now Violet sat on the other side of the room, awkwardly alone. I figured given the situation, it was fairly safe to talk to her. And since she was away from everyone else, we could say whatever needed to be said.

“You come here often?” I smiled tiredly as I sat next to her.

She tousled her hair and I realized she had no idea how sexy she was--no makeup, sweats and a tank top, no contacts. She attempted to smile, but I could tell she was really uncomfortable.

“Despite the incredibly awkward circumstances, it’s good to see you.”
Still silent. Crap.

My nerves were on fire and my stomach in a twist while my heart did jumping jacks, “Sorry about earlier.”
“It’s okay, Zack,” She rubbed her hands together in front of her, “Our...comments have gotten a little outta hand. I’ll back off. Maybe it’s best I don’t babysit for awhile.” She wouldn’t look at me.

“Violet, that is definitely not why I went catatonic when I saw you with him.”

Her purple head of hair whipped around as her eyes found mine curiously.
Trying to resign myself to my crazy intense feelings for her, I did my best to be honest, “Vi...seeing you with him is pretty intense, I’m not gonna lie. But...in a good way...I’m...scared of how much I like it.” My heart thundered away as she stared at me and the weight of the moment sat squarely and heavily on both our shoulders.

“Now that...I understand,” She smiled a little and my whole body slumped with relief.

“I know this isn’t the best of situations, but...you seem really uncomfortable. You hate hospitals? Lots o’ people do.” I was really just trying to steer the conversation away from babies, I didn’t think much of my actual question. I had no idea it would do the opposite.

Violet sat back in her chair, looking down at her coffee that she fiddled with in between her hands, “It’s not really hospitals...I have a weird...thing...about childbirth.”

I cocked an eyebrow at her, “Thing?”

“Yeah,” She cleared her throat nervously, still not looking at me, “Everything about it...just...makes me nervous, scares the ever living crap outta me...the very idea…” A scared laugh escaped her naturally plump lips as she shifted uncomfortably and wrung her hands. She really did hate this, “I’ve never wanted kids, partly because of that reason.”

The color drained from my face. If she didn’t want kids, then why did she fit so well with Ness?

“You don’t?” I couldn’t help the question that I wanted to stuff right back in my mouth. Her eyes finally raised to mine and my heart beat wildly at the naked look there. What had I started? It was way too early for this conversation! My first reaction had been...disappointment? What the fuck? And I could totally hear it in my own question! Oh, shit!

“No.” Her gaze held a ton of regret as she laid it out there, “Not my own, anyway.” She looked over at Ness, “Good thing, too, I guess. Single at my age? Not gonna happen.”

While she claimed she didn’t want kids, she also seemed a little sad. I scrambled to find something to say.
“There’s nothing wrong with that, ya know. Not wanting kids.” I still struggled to try and figure out why I was disappointed. Did I actually want more kids? With her?

“I know that. Wish everyone else did.”
“So, you’ve never...ever?” I’d been surrounded by women that, once we all grew up a little anyway, loved settling down and having kids. It fit her, though, so it wasn’t that surprising.

“Nope. It’s like I was born without that gene.” She shrugged, looking away again, “My biological clock is frozen on midnight.” Her wide blue eyes raised and I jumped with the look in them, “Until you.”

Um, what now?

Violet smiled sweetly and tucked some hair behind her ear, “I mean with Ness, not um, the rest. When I hold him…” Her cheeks turned pink and my jaw almost dropped.

The moment, the tension, between us thickened. Over the phone was one thing, but…

God, I wanted nothing more in my life than to kiss her but I couldn’t. Our gazes searched one another’s for what seemed like endless, drama-filled moments. I was getting hot under the collar and my palms started to sweat.
“I wanna make love to you so much right now.”

Oh my god, out of all the things to say right now??? Did I really?

Her gaze flicked over me quickly before I was once again losing myself in those baby blues, "So...that's...alright with you? That I don't want that?"

Shitfuck. As much as I'd tried to steer away from it, there it was. I swallowed hard. All I could think about was the disappointment I'd felt earlier. I still couldn't figure it out.
"Violet, I..." I licked my bottom lip and looked at my hands before looking back at her, "I can't answer that."



The former dramatic tension between us that was only slightly sexually charged vanished and suddenly the Violet I knew was gone from those beautiful eyes and someone else met my eyes for only a moment before I realized I was too late.

"I see." She stood up and the look she shot me over her shoulder through narrowed eyes turned the blood in my veins to ice, "Try and not stare at my ass as I walk away."

And with that, she walked over to Meaghan and there was nothing I could do about it.

***Vi's POV****

Did we really just have that conversation? And it had ended with that disaster? I had a hard time admitting my odd feelings towards this subject to anyone, much less a man I technically didn’t know that well--other than physically. But given our texts as of late, I guess it almost made sense. I had no right to be upset, though.

Despite the fact that we were “taking it slow” and “didn’t want relationships”--we both knew this was heading into something like one. Every time I’d seen or thought about his little boy I’d been wondering if he wanted another--and he’d been so happy when Megs had gotten pregnant. Had I led him on with my behavior? What did he mean by “I can't answer that”???

When I sat next to the blonde, her demeanor screamed that she had been watching us together. I tried to stay cool.

“You know, everyone thinks he’s all shy and awkward around strangers, but that’s him flirting.” She smiled sadly and my heart skipped a beat.

Well, we ain’t exactly strangers.

“It is??” I tried to act surprised, and then laughed, “How can you tell?” I even looked right at her to try and make it seem like I wasn’t phased.

“The smile. And the way he shifts nervously in his seat. Then he totally checked you out on your way over here. I get it, you’re a pretty girl, Vi.” She said it with such resignation. It tore at my heart. I wasn’t sure if she meant it sadly, or just...with well, nothing.

“Meaghan, I would never--”

She waved me off, “Oh, I know.” She now laughed whole-heartedly, “I was just warning you. I imagine now that he’s single for the first time in his adult life, he’s out for bachelorhood for awhile.”

We both glanced up to where he had joined the boys again. As she easily went onto another topic, I noticed a couple of the guys somewhat-inconspicuously look over at me. First Matt, who I’d already discussed the topic of my attraction to Zacky with. Then Brooks. Then Johnny. Dammit. They would all know, wouldn’t they? Of course they would. Even if the girls didn’t know, the guys would. What did they talk about? How much had Zack told them?

I think the blush reached all the way to my feet when I thought about what he could’ve told them. The four rock gods...all standing there...all knowing exactly how I was in bed. Oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK. That was so definitely the look on Shadows’ face--the slight dimple showing with a glimmer in his eye. I covered my face with a hand.

“You alright?” Megs patted my knee.
“Yeah,” I fake-yawned, “Just tired.”
“You can go if you need to. I know it must be horribly awkward for you to be here. Thank you for being here, though. It’s good to have friends you can count on.”

The last line made me look at her almost suspiciously, like was she trying to tell me she knew? No, it was only my guilty conscience. She had meant every word.

I really didn’t want to be there when they came in and announced the birth, so I stood up, “Of course. I always love hanging out with you, even in odd situations like these. Call me sometime, we need to hang out again.” I smiled as sweetly as I could at her.

“Sure! I have an appointment Friday, so I’ll at least see you then.”

I waved at her and Lacey and got the hell out of there.

*

After only a couple of hours of fitful sleep, my phone rang. What? Who the fuck?
When I picked up my phone and barely opened one eye, I saw it was Zack.

“Zack, whatdoya want at this hour?”
“I need to talk to you. What I said earlier...look, I know it’s the middle of the night, but can I please come over? The baby’s born and fine and everyone else is going home. Please just listen?”

I paused, my brain barely functioning, “Fine.”
Hanging up, I groaned as I tried to make myself get out of bed. The hospital wasn’t far, so I didn’t have long to try and look halfway decent. Not that I should’ve cared, but of course I did. I put back on what I’d worn to the hospital and stumbled to the bathroom first. Relieving myself first, I jumped when I looked in the mirror. Fuck.
Splashing some water on my face first, I went to make coffee. Maybe that would help??

Then I looked around at my place. Ugh.

Fortunately, I had most of it picked up by the time he got there. I’d also inhaled some coffee, which helped a surprising amount despite the hour. I tried to tell myself it wasn’t the fact that Zacky coming over was making me all giddy inside.

As I opened the door, I steeled myself. Yes, he’s cute. Get over it.

“Hi.”
I only nodded him in, offering him coffee, to which he agreed he needed. Handing him a cup, I walked to my couch and sat next to him.

Catching me off guard, the cup was put down and suddenly my hands were in his and those bright green orbs had my entire attention span.

“That conversation just caught me off guard, Vi. When you first told me you didn’t want kids, the first thing I felt was disappointment--”
My eyes saddened and fell, only to be raised again by a firm hand to my cheek.
“Just listen to me. I had no idea why I felt that way. It confused the fuck outta me. But then I got to meet Brian’s son and I realized, I don’t need that. What I was feeling was a transference of me seeing you with Tennessee. That’s all I want, Violet.” My breath caught in throat along with my racing heart as he threaded his fingers through mine. The look in his eyes was so deep the entire universe melted away, “Is that okay?”

Good god fuck, I was so nervous. That’s all it was? He wanted….that? All coherent thoughts were impossible to string together, though, so I just nodded.

His hand went back to my cheek, his thumb brushing over it as he pulled me into him. Once I was firmly planted against his chest, panting as he looked down at me, he husked--
“Good. ‘Cause I’m still dying to make love to you.”

Oh, it’s on now. His words shot right down to between my legs and I even whimpered, before blushing and biting my lip that I reacted in such a way. Instead of immediately going in for the kill, though, his electric eyes took mine captive--telling me he was about to possess me fully.

Zacky’s plush lips firmly pressed against mine, parting them with a strong, searching tongue as he pushed me back onto the couch. He dominated the kiss, his hands running down my body, pulling me right up against his heavenly body. I felt him harden and I let out a light moan. I tried desperately to keep up with his kiss, he was such an unbelievably amazing kisser.
Just the right amount of tongue, lips, and space. And right now it was accompanied by just enough control that my panties were wet with anticipation of what the hell he’d take control of next. He wasn’t rough, only insistent. His short-clipped beard was so soft. It all had me so hot.

“You like that, baby? When I get so fucking hard for you?”
“Zack--”

He thrust his hips up against my dampening sweatpants and pulled away just enough to look at me. His thumb ran over my bottom lip as his eyes flicked down to it before locking back with mine, “My questions and comments will be rhetorical, Violet. I will make love to you--it won’t be fucking. It will be slow. Passionate. Possessive, until you’re really mine. You can make noise, but you are not to speak until we’re done unless it’s my name. Do you understand?”

My insides as well as all my lady parts clenched. Fuck yes, Zack. Possess me. With a high, helpless, girly whine, I nodded fervently.

“Alright then.”
I yelped when he stood up and threw me over a shoulder. The feat of strength made my eyes roll back in my head. He was definitely stronger than he looked. I patted his cute butt a couple of times before I was thrown onto my own bed. A quick smile played across his face as he crawled over me and claimed my mouth again. And there was his erection teasing me again. He used it to get my attention, pressing against me as my eyes begged up into his.

“As much as I love going down on you, I need to take you, be inside you. Fortunately, you’re already wet for me.”
Fuck yes I was.

In one fluid movement, Zacky stood up and raked my sweatpants and panties down my legs with him, throwing them over his shoulder. As I stared, his tshirt and jeans quickly followed--revealing that thick cock that was about to rock my world. I moistened further when I remembered he didn’t have to rubber up. The same thought seemed to cross his face as his eyes flashed.

I grinned and reached for him. Vengeance grinned back, letting it fade as he fell over me. Settling in between my thighs before taking me, he kissed me firmly again, his fingers moving under my crop top to cup me. Wrapping one arm around my back, the hand at my breast moved to hold my face as I felt him slowly slide inside me.

“Zack--” I wanted him so badly I was practically in tears. Even with him deep inside me, I still needed more--so much more.

“Violet, you make me absolutely crazy,” The beautiful guitarist’s eyes bore down into mine as he pulled out gently and pushed back in, “I’ve never felt anything like this for anyone. Yet you insist that we see other people. That we take it slow. That we keep this a secret.” His words and his cock and his eyes were more than overwhelming--they were taking over every thread of my existence as he drove me wild, “Then you bond with my son and stand there in front of me, looking absolutely gorgeous with him in your capable hands. How am I supposed to control myself around you when you torture me like this?”

I blinked slowly as his hips became too much for me. Zacky only stared at me, expecting me to come as he moved and watching as I did quietly.

“As a man, how should I react when you look at me and say lines like “until you”?” He finally broke our gaze to trail light kisses over my cheek and neck. His rhythm was absolute perfection.

Well, he was a rhythm guitarist. A damn good one.

The angle, the depth, the speed, how much he pulled out--it was all like he’d read the secret manual for my body that I hadn’t even known existed, much less read myself. I moaned helplessly as he continued perfectly. The hand at my face went to my arm when I wrapped mine around his neck, and then ran down my skin until he was lacing our fingers of one hand together and holding them to the mattress near my head.

“You can fuck my photographer, you can fuck your girlfriends. But if I ever find out any of them matter to you, if I ever find out this isn’t real, if I ever find out that you played me, if I ever find out that you haven’t fallen for me or have for someone else--you’ll have a lot more on your hands than a broken-hearted rock star.” His emerald eyes beckoned to something so incredibly frightening in me.

I wasn’t sure what he meant exactly, but it didn’t matter because in that moment, I knew he’d never find out any of those things.
Zacky leaned over to my ear and rasped, “You can answer me, darling.”

“Never, Vengeance. Ever.” I whispered desperately in his ear and welcomed his lips back on mine as he claimed me, body and soul.

“Good,” His dominant, bright orbs pierced mine again and his fingers clenched around mine tightly, “Come with me, baby.”

I cried out, thighs shaking around his hips as he drove me hard yet somehow gently into a glorious peak.
“Zacky!!”
“Yes, baby, fuck…” His face finally collapsed into my shoulder as his rhythm finally stumbled, his climax washing over him and into me--further heightening my own as we came together.
“Ah, god--” Zacky’s thrusts kept going as I raked my free hand through his jet black hair, soothing him through his long orgasm.

When his spent body collapsed onto mine, Vengeance wrapped me tightly in his arms, kissing my ear. Many moments later, he pulled away to look at me--that cheeky grin on his face. I grinned back, playing with his hair. His smile faded and we lay there, eyes searching as we realized we were completely hopeless for one another.

No words were said as he pulled out and cuddled me back against him in the wee hours of the morning….

******

Notes

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Uh....what now? Not that I could think straight to put any sentences together....
Thanks again to Larisa for helping me out with this, this chapter started quite differently. It was her idea to have Vi say something sarcastic as she walked away ("don't stare at my ass...")! She emailed me back after I emailed her the smut and she texted me "my ghost emailed you back" haha! : ) made my night! Hope you guys enjoyed!

I hope all of you understand what "Billy Jean"ing someone means....

As always, thank you so much for reading and please comment!!!!!!