*****Z’s POV*****

I felt her skin, breathed in her scent, took in the quiet moment before I even opened my eyes the next morning. Good lord I was falling too fast without net, but there was literally nothing to be done about it other than let it happen and hope it worked out--at this point. I’d basically given myself to her the night before--well, earlier this morning--and just had to hope she wouldn’t grind my heart into dust.

I didn’t want to wake her, so I slowly opened my eyes to watch her sleep, my thumb rubbing languidly against her hip. Violet was still curled into me, back to chest. I couldn’t feel my arm anymore--it was under her head and her opposite hand lay on my bicep next to her face. The covers were only up to our waists, so I could see most of her tits as my gaze raked over her curves. My eyelids fluttered when I stiffened in between her legs, nudging up against that beautiful warm wetness I’d lost myself in only so many hours ago.

The most primal of urges flooded my body. My hand tightened at her hip, the other around one of hers. I inhaled some of her scent as I buried my nose in her hair, closing my eyes as I pressed myself up against her. I couldn’t believe how often my body wanted her, was able to take her. It was like being 25 again. A low grunt left my throat when her body responded to mine, her taught lines of muscle flexing back against me, offering up her asscheeks. Without a word, I held myself up over her, opened her legs with one of mine, and pressed fully into her. Ah, god. It was so good. So, so good.

Grinding my hips against her perfect ass, I watched her beautiful face contort with pleasure. Her fingers gripped mine as her pussy gripped my dick. Violet moved slightly with me until she was coming in my arms.
She relaxed all at once, letting out a contented sigh, but I wasn’t done. Pushing her completely onto her stomach, I let go of her hand so I could put my knees outside hers and fuck her--hard. In this position, her legs pressed closer together, she was even tighter around me and I had to drive hard to get a good stroke into her. I definitely wouldn’t last long like this, but fortunately for both of us--I had multiples.

Vi’s slick heat opened up a little to me as she arched her back, thrusting her rear up so I could go deeper. Her body accepted my brutish, deep thrusts as she called to me for more. Jesus, woman, you’re going to be the death of me. All I could do was wait for her, spilling into her with a gasp when she clamped down around me.

Now it was time to get into that drawer of hers. And use those tidbits she had texted me about. She had proven the night before she was completely open to me being one hundred percent in charge, and I was still in the mood to explore that further. While I knew Violet would retaliate one night and my own random submissive urges would be brought to the surface, right now my needs bristled forth from my alpha side. I’m sure my need to dominate her stemmed from how out of control she made me feel outside the bedroom.

I rummaged around in her other drawer and dropped the box of condoms in front of her face on the bedside table, just to make her wonder what I was up to. Still inside her, I pulled her hair back away from her face and kissed her cheek, whispering right up against her ear, “Why don’t we figure out what your favorite anal toy is, hm?”

Teasing blue eyes barely opened to gaze at me seductively over her shoulder. She bit that lower lip, keeping her mouth shut to give me even more control. Ohhh, this should be fun. She gasped and shivered when I pulled out, to which I gave a quick chuckle.

Dipping two fingers into her natural juices, I circled one finger around her puckered hole. When she backed up against my digit and whined, my smirk deepened. I loved how much anal play added to the bedroom, but Meaghan had never been much into the receiving end of it--so I had settled for being the receiver. I slid the finger into her and quickly moved it back and forth only to remove it after.

“Zack…” Violet moaned, face down in the pillow. I grabbed some lube and went for one that looked like fun. It was a plug made of a series of increasingly larger spheres, small spaces in between them. I covered her eyes with one hand when I picked it so she wouldn’t know which one I had.
“No peeking now,” I whispered lowly in her ear as she gasped.

Once it was lubed, I pushed the first bead in, quickly followed by the second and paused. Her whole body was practically vibrating already as she made light cooing sounds.

“Fuck, darling, you’re really into this…” I soothed a hand over her asscheek, giving it a firm smack. She only whimpered into the pillow and I pushed the next one in. Violet yelped and I re-hardened instantly. I hadn’t originally been thinking about fucking her ass (the condoms had honestly only been to make her nervous), but as into this as she was, I was becoming more and more sure she’d be into that. My dick twitched at the thought. I wanted, needed, to do that to her--take her ass--so badly...not yet, Zack.

She squirmed under me and I just watched. There were two more and I wasn’t sure she’d survive. As I forced the next one in, I slid a finger into her pussy at the same time, pulling it out when she almost came. That bead had been just large enough to have some resistance, so I knew the next one would probably need some encouragement. Adding some lube first, I nudged the toy back and forth a little, getting her ready for it.

“When this goes in, you going to come for me?”
Violet nodded and whimpered, “Yeah, Zacky--”

I pushed at the toy, met with more resistance at first, until it spread her open--immediately accepted into her body as it closed around the bead. She shook into orgasm, moaning and writhing until she melted into the sheets--panting heavily.

Less slowly, I began pulling it back out, bead by bead--and god if that wasn’t just as gorgeous to watch. By the time they were out she was all flustered and moaning again. Getting up, I took it to her bathroom and left it in the sink, leaving her a whimpering mess in her bed--just on the edge of climax. Walking back to the edge of the bed, I folded my arms and stared down over her already wrecked body. I was absolutely dying to be inside her again, fucking her senseless. But she still had to be worked open more for that, so I crawled back over her--going through her toys for something else.

“Go on, turn the other way.” I murmured from behind her. I found a vibrator that was between the size of what had just been in her and myself and soon that was turned on in her, making her finish again as her little hands clutched at the pillow under her.

Once that was in the sink and she had settled somewhat, I took my time putting on a condom and looking through her things. This time I let her watch me, raising my eyebrow whenever my eyes met hers. The natural blues were full of wonder, watching me with a surprising amount of restraint. The level of control she had completely given up was a huge turn on. I loved what a firecracker she was the rest of the time, but it was totally hot that we could role play like this. I chose a small glass dildo and leaned over to whisper in her ear as I slid it into her dripping pussy.

“I think we need a safe word at this point, darling,” My fingers caressed over her hair. Meekly, she nodded when I whispered it to her.
“Relax, baby.” I guided myself to her back entrance and pushed forward. The tight hole eventually gave way to me, swallowing me with a tightness so gorgeous, I sucked in a breath and slid in a little farther. My groans were deep and her cries were high.

Oh, sweet mother of....

I’d only gotten to do this a handful of times in my life and I didn’t remember it ever being this good. I gasped, pulling out a little so I could work in a little deeper. Violet spread her knees a little and stuffed the pillow to her face, crying into it as she raised her backside. As I continued in and out, I could feel the dildo that was already inside her rub up against the underside of my cock. Fucking hell, it was so enticing.

When I hit balls deep, all restraint flew out the window. I started a much quicker rhythm, fucking hard down into her as I held myself up on my hands behind her. Sobs were now leaving her throat, and because she didn’t say the word, I had to assume they were from the pleasure. Or maybe she liked the pain, I wasn’t sure. Either way, she clearly liked it. Thank fucking god, because I wasn’t sure I would’ve been able to stop. Her ass stroked me so goddamn beautifully, I could only go a little harder while she clenched hard around me.

“Fucking hell, Violet...god that’s amazing…”
“Yes, Zack--” Her dark voice, cracking and begging me, had me falling apart when she finally spoke, “Fuck me harder--”

Motherfucker.
"Yes ma’am--" I groaned.

My eyes rolled back with ecstasy and my dick throbbed needily. Of course I obeyed immediately, knowing she’d be sore but not caring in the least right now.

“Violet, honey, you need to come, baby--I’m so close--” I shuddered and came the second I said it. Her asshole gripped me like a vice, telling me she was coming with me. When I felt her ejaculate, though, I practically fainted--shoving deep inside her as a powerful orgasm tore through me.

It took me a second as I held her to realize she was crying. Fucking shit.
I kissed her shoulders, “Baby? Please tell me those are good tears, I didn’t mean to hurt you…” My dominance evaporated and was replaced by concern.
She sniffled and nodded, eventually smiling. I gently pulled out and disposed of the condom before pulling out the toy and cleaning them up while she recovered. Once again joining her under the covers, I pulled her up against my chest--laughing lightly when she kissed one of my pecs and smiled happily up at me.

I stroked her bright hair, “I thought you might kick me out after all the things I said last night…”
Violet smiled sadly, backing away from me slightly. The wide, innocent, loving look in her eyes disappeared and that sassy, independent woman reappeared. I let her collect her thoughts for a moment, the silence killing me slowly.

“Zack…” She sat up, holding the covers over herself. Clearing her throat, she fluffed her hair, “I’ve been single an entire four days of my adult life--”
“Four days?!” I scoffed. That explained a lot really, much like I’m guessing she was about to do.
“Yeah. I was in a relationship before I met my ex-husband and four days after I ended things, we hooked up,” She glanced back at me, her expression empty, “I remember thinking at the time that I shouldn’t go right into another relationship, that I should try and keep things not serious--but it happened anyway. I never got my twenties, Zack. Before I moved here I’d been with three dudes ever in my life. Definitely never a woman. I didn’t go out a lot, didn’t have very many friends. I’ve never lived on my own, gotten used to being by myself. Doing whatever I want, not having anyone else’s schedule or life to think about. So when I say I need space and freedom, I’m very serious,” I stared at her back the entire time she spoke, “Don’t take it personally. I have feelings for you. I really like Ness. I want to work things out. But I’m done compromising, I’m done changing my life for someone else. It might seem selfish to some, but I flat out don’t care--”

When I tried to reach for her, she shrugged me off, got up and put on my t-shirt--a move I found slightly hilarious given her soliloquy. When she sat down again on the bed, she faced me this time as I laid back to listen to her.

“If I don’t text you enough while you’re on tour, don’t think that it’s because I don’t care about you. If I sleep with someone else, don’t think it’s because you don’t satisfy me. If I need time to myself, even when you’re home, don’t think that I don’t enjoy my time with you. It’s just what I need. If you can handle that, I can handle you.”

I wasn’t sure why the dead look in her eyes called to me so hard. I suppose it was because she knew exactly what she wanted and made it perfectly clear she would fight for that. As much as I wanted to smile and tell her that was fine by me and make love to her again--I knew this wasn’t the right move. So I sat up and gave her the same deadpan look to let her know I understood and was just as determined as she was.

“Violet...I can’t say that I’m in exactly the same place that you are--I did get my twenties,” I let out a dry laugh, my cheeks heating a little recalling some of the crazier things I’d done amidst the throes of new fame, “More than most people get. You know that, and you know exactly what I mean and what I did. Everyone does. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want what you want. After two failed marriages, I’ve definitely come to realize it just isn’t for me. I love my son and I wouldn’t trade anything in the world for him, but that doesn’t mean I want to be tied down--other than sexually--or that I want more kids, or want the white picket fence, any of it. I want my own space, my own rules, my own time. I want a house that’s not decorated by a woman. I want to be able to go on tour and not worry about my wife or a girlfriend at home or what I do while I’m not with her. So when I say that I’m up for this, that I want to give us a chance, I’m also serious. Brooks had an interesting suggestion, and now that we’re on this subject, sort of, I’d like to see if you’re open to it.”

She slowly raised an eyebrow as I firmly held her gaze, pausing for a moment before I went on. I took her hand in mine and kissed her fingers, our eyes still focused on one another, “He’s in an open relationship, and--”
“Uh, what?! Brooks??” She laughed.
“I know, right? That’s what we all said...anyway...he suggested I watch you with someone else, a guy, to see if I’m okay with it. Would you be okay with that?”

Her eyes widened and her lips parted slightly, distracting me, “Uhmmm...yeah, that...sounds totally hot…” Her pale cheeks flushed and I snorted a laugh, kissing her cheek.

“We can start there...and see where we wind up, hm?” When I pulled away, her startled, clearly slightly aroused stare moved to meet my calm, trying-not-to-be-suggestive gaze. I waited patiently for an actual answer and when she eventually registered this, she could only nod--making a hint of a smile tug at one side of my mouth. When I leaned in for the kiss, I forced myself to take it slow and not let it get out of hand. It was tender, our lips pressing together for a long, wonderful moment before separating without it getting too heated.

This time when our eyes met, I could fully see Violet was back, the glimmer in her baby blues full of mischief and naughty promises. They held everything I wanted in life right now. Her lips curved into a small smile and I tugged at her bottom one with a thumb before she stood up and grabbed my hand--

“C’mon. Someone deserves a big breakfast after a fuck that incredible.”

*

I could barely leave her alone while she made food. Her preparations were interrupted by kisses and touches until she barked playfully at me to leave the kitchen. I grinned sharkishly, but backed off.

“My realtor is supposed to show me a house in a couple of hours. I could go pick up Ness and come back and get you if you wanna go with me.”

Violet looked at me out of the corner of her eye, knowing I was testing her limits. She raised her chin and smirked, “Sure.”

***Vi’s POV***

I hung back, letting Zacky check out the house without me next to him. I didn’t want the realtor getting any more ideas than she already had anyway. He had claimed I was there for a womanly opinion, to which I’d raised a brow but let go due to the fact that I did need an excuse to be there. I couldn’t help the smile that threatened as he talked to Ness, pointing out things and intermittently letting him walk with his assistance. Watching the little boy reach up for his father’s with that small hand and look up at him much more than he looked at anything else….I shook my head at my thoughts. The things he did to me sure were different.



The house was beautiful. It was enormous and backed up to a golf course. The taste it had been designed with was quite classy, expensive. But in my opinion, very much not him. I kept my opinion to myself, though, as he and the realtor spoke and she pointed out features and such. I’d come to the realization that I’d probably never own a house of my own, and that was okay. I’d been a part of owning two and they’d both wound up complete disasters.

The realtor walked off to give us time to talk. I realized she didn’t buy our story for a second, but I didn’t really care that much. Walking up to Zacky and Ness, I just looked out the back french doors with him and waited for his thoughts.

Finally, he just chortled, “I think I need a new realtor.”

I laughed out loud, putting a hand over my mouth when I realized it maybe shouldn’t’ve been so funny. I glanced up at him to find him already looking at me, mirth in his light green eyes, “I mean, this is a joke.”
My smile deepened, my heart doing a girly little flutter that I knew him well enough to know he’d hate it here, “Yeah, she doesn’t get you at all.”
“But you do,” He smirked and pecked my lips, “Let’s get outta here.”

“So when does Michelle get to go home?” I asked once we were driving again, not anywhere in particular.
“Not sure. Bri hasn’t texted me anything. There weren’t any complications or anything, so I would think today, maybe tomorrow.”
“I bet he’s adorable.”



Speaking of adorable. The smile that lit up his cheeks sure was, “Brand new babies look really funny, so you can’t tell yet--but it’s Bri and Mich--I’m sure he’ll be the cutest baby ever, ya know, after mine.” He joked, “We could go see them, if you want.”

I made a face, “I dunno, Zack. I would have no excuse to be there with you. And...Michelle already suspected something.”
“Did she ask you?” His voice was slightly indignant.
“Yeah. I lied my ass off, though, and she bought it…” I sighed, “Your wife also caught you flirting with me last night.” I slyly looked over, wondering how he’d take that.

“What? I wasn’t….” Zack’s voice faded before he protested, as he casually rested a finger on his lips while he drove, “What did she say?”
“Just that the way you smiled and shifted in your seat was you flirting. She didn’t seem to care, she was just warning me,” The sideways smile on my face was a little mischievous since I knew exactly all the warnings that were called for here.

He scoffed and blushed.

“You could go and I can go with you. I’ll just wait in the waiting room, and maybe if she’s asleep or something, I can see him.” I shrugged, knowing Zack wanted to visit them more than he was letting on. He gave a small “okay” and headed that way.

I leaned back in the seat, letting my eyes close as I took in the moment. The ghosts of the feelings he had left over my body the night before, this morning...in the shower…crept into my mind. I was very pleasantly sore. Vengeance was starting to explore all the things from my dreams I’d always wanted in bed and I was dying to know what we would try next. Unfortunately for now, he’d be leaving soon.
The warm spring breeze drifted through the car and I took a deep breath, the beach air that was always around still new and wonderful to me.

“You alright? You look tired.”

At the thick insinuation in his voice I opened my eyes. Zack’s eyes were still on the road, but his fingers hid a deep smirk on his face as he tried to stay cool. I squirmed. Being this turned on by him right in front of his son was a little unnerving.
Eyes firing, I stretched provocatively and faked a yawn, “Yeah, I could really be go down for a nap right now.”

Zacky gave that embarrassed, cheeky smile again, shaking his head and peeking at me for only a hot second. His eyes were dark and flirtatious, even if his grin was boyish and shy. How he went back and forth between awkwardly adorable and the panty-slicking seductor never ceased to make my breath hitch and my heart thud.



He was still flushing and grinning when we parked and walked towards the entrance to the hospital with Ness. As we neared the exit of the parking garage, Zack handed Ness to me.

“You’re trouble with a capital T, honey,” He chuckled and kissed me longingly.

When he pulled away, that’s when my heart stopped and fell through the fucking floor. There Synyster stood, rolling his eyes at us...next to his wife Michelle with their baby in her arms--all about to climb into their Mercedes.

I swallowed hard and clutched Ness tighter as her daggered, hazel eyes glared at me.

“So it was you.”

******

Notes

UH. OH. dundundun.....

How does Mich react??? How do they recover (or DO they?? haha)?

How's the smut?

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(*interesting tidbit: I posted this while listening to Shostokovich's #5, and it took longer than the ENTIRE THING, lol)

My favorite thing about that last gif? That the cute smile on Zack's face, I"m pretty sure, was put there by Syn making an extremely inappropriate, sexual joke about THEM. You guys all know how much I heart Synacky...it's so HARD not to write any, so I settle for their adorable friendship in this one.