I strained my eyes open after what was most definitely not enough sleep. I really needed to start working out if I was going to keep up with her. We were all still close, basically in the positions which we’d fallen asleep. Violet lay more on her front, arms up under her pillow. Brian lay on his side behind her, hand loosely at her hip. She made a cute sleeping noise and shifted back into his arms, revealing those delectable tits my way.

Syn’s eyes fluttered open to look over her body as he inhaled slightly. His arm tightened around her and I was still in shock that none of this made me jealous. I just liked watching them.

“Wonderful, isn’t it?” I whispered.
Gates smirked, “You mean her?” His eyes were mostly glued to where mine were, the sheets having fallen away from both their upper bodies.
“Well, yeah, but I mean waking up to her.”
Brian raised his eyes to mine along with a brow, “Uh, yeah. Last night….just...damn, dude. I can’t thank you enough. It was awesome. Watching you two together was a trip.”

I grinned wide, “Yeah. I forgot how much fun just the watching part is.”
He grinned deviously back, trying to stay quiet, “Not what I meant. I mean--you two specifically. Chemistry that good is rare and watching you deny it is borderline hilarious.”

Furrowing my brow at him first, I then looked over her beautiful, sleeping face, “We’re not denying it, man. We’re enjoying it for what it is. After all, you're the one who told her.”

He got a little more serious, “I’m sorry, Zack. That may have not been the outstanding idea I thought it was.”
“Well, she needed to hear it. And I certainly wasn’t going to tell her. It put on some brakes we sorely needed,” I sighed regretfully.
Brian’s hooded eyes looked back at me again, “Do you ever think…?” He raised both brows in question and I seriously thought about punching him.
“Dude, stop it.”

“Yeah, stop it, Brian.”

Both our gazes shot to her face. Her eyes were still closed, but a hint of a smirk played at her lips. She pulled up the covers and lazily opened her eyes, first looking at me, then back at Brian, “I don’t do complicated, Syn. It’s pretty simple. I like Zack, he likes me.” She snuggled further back against him and he let out a frustrated huff that I knew had nothing to do with our conversation, “If you’re going to analyze it, you can leave.”

Violet grinned and I couldn’t help but laugh at her frankness. She was so fucking awesome. Brian also chuckled, putting up a hand, “Alright, alright. I should leave anyway. Like, right the fuck now before you wind up between us again.”
His hand disappeared under the covers and all I saw was her eyelids flutter as she gasped and winced--in pain or pleasure I wasn’t sure. Brian grinned wide, “I apologize, Violet. We most definitely should have put lotion on that sweet ass after we were done with it. You’ll feel that for days.”



He got up and started getting dressed. I chuckled when Violet both curled up to me, but kept her eyes raking over my lead guitarist as he got dressed.
“I don’t see why that’s a thing that shouldn’t happen,” She chirped, smiling. Brian grinned down at her as he pulled his shirt on, but waited to say anything until after his shoes were on.

Leaning over the bed, he kissed her cheek, “Seriously, thank you. Last night was fabulous.”
Violet laughed up at both of us, “I am most definitely the one that should be thanking both of you.”
Syn just smirked back, tousling my hair before he got up as I tried to smack him.

I was growling into her neck before the door was even shut, “I know I should leave you alone, let you recover, but my body needs you all the time…” It was quite frustrating at times, really, “I'll just jerk off if that's what you need or want.”

Her smile lit up her face and that light blush covered her cheeks as she bit her lip, “As much as I do want to watch that, I want you inside me. I'm sore, but I think that will actually make it more pleasurable. I want you, Zacky.” When I leaned over her--her lips softly, slowly kissed my jawline and trailed down to just below my ear. My skin tingled at the desperate, breathy tone in her voice, “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone else in my life. I need that cock. To satisfy me like no one else can.” Holy jesus fuck. I held back a sputtering cough. My fingers tightened in her side when she kept kissing over my skin and she had me on the edge of my seat waiting for her to continue, “Last night was so incredible and I came so many times that I am sore. It will hurt. But I like it when you hurt me, Zack. You proved that last night when you gave me exactly what I know I’ve wanted for so long,” I gasped and my whole body tightened when her fingers searched out my dick and started stroking with purpose. It felt so good I wanted to cry.
She gave me a hint of a smirk as her eyes coyly held mine. They were almost taunting. My hand drifted back to cup her ass, softly trying to soothe away the marks we'd left on her the previous evening. She continued, making sure her words were said when seductive precision, “So after an amazing night with your best friend, you’ll remind me that no one makes me feel as good as you do as you claim me, stretch me, make me come.” Her rhythm sped up as her grip tightened just right. I whined as I realized just what she was doing. She was talking me off. Fuck yeah.

“Baby--”
“Shhh. Let Violet take care of you.” She went back to kissing me--my lips and down my neck, “After you’ve been thrusting gently into me, you realize you can’t take it anymore and you start to fuck me. I cry out with resistance but you keep going, chasing an end, knowing how good it feels when you come inside me--”
“Violet--fucking--hnnn--” My voice cracked as she got me closer quickly.
“That’s it, baby. It hurts when you go faster, but I like it and soon I’m coming as you spend yourself inside me.” She said the last part with a smirk as my mouth fell open, my climax expelling in her hand as she stroked me hard.

Once I could breathe again, I laughed from where I’d landed on my back, staring at the ceiling in disbelief, “You had me convinced you wanted to fuck, honey...it was all just a ploy,” I grinned like a hapless idiot.
“Well, it worked, didn’t it?” The pure snark in her face made me shake my head a her. She pushed the covers further down so I could see how hard her nipples were. I took her hand and started licking at her fingers before looking between them and her, “Show me how you satisfy yourself, and I will then satisfy you that way. Then, shower. Then breakfast.”

****Vi’s POV****

After breakfast I tried to seduce Zack back into bed, but he insisted he had plans for today. I rolled my eyes, but let him take me from the hotel room that I wanted to stay in all day.



When I asked where we were going, he only smiled that award winning smile as I scooched up next to him across the bench seat. I inhaled deeply, the tenderness of my behind making it hard to sit. I flushed deeply and he smirked. His Lincoln roared to life and Zacky shook his head when I pouted at him.
I let him have his moment, his arm slung across my shoulders and reminded myself to enjoy the time I had with him--especially since he was apparently trying to do something extra for me.

“Ya know, I’m starting to get a little curious about the hell you’re buttering me up for?”
“Buttering you up?”
“Yeah. After last night, are you seriously about to do something else for me?” My voice almost betrayed me, hiding the more serious insinuations under our light conversation.

Zack glanced my way, feigning annoyance, “I resent that. I wanted to do something nice for my girlfriend.” He laughed, “Although, to be fair, it’s not like you had all the fun last night. Threesomes with you are fucking amazing, even if they are with other dudes.”

I shrugged, a little curious why we seemed to be heading towards my apartment, “You trying to get rid of me?”
He still had that beautifully haughty smile on his face as he turned down the street to my place, “We’ve gotta pick up your car.”
I couldn’t help the huge grin that exploded over my face as I bounced in my seat like a kid. Anything that involved my car sounded like fun, “What? Oh, this should be good.”

Since we were there anyway, I insisted on changing as Zack tsked at me. Once again, I tried to con him into the bedroom, yet he resisted. I threw my arms around his neck as he tried to stay cool in my living room, when there was a knock at my door.

We raised our eyebrows at one another, wondering who the hell it could be. I was about to yell at whoever it was to go away, when a voice yelled form the other side of the door.

“Vicki, I know I really fucked up, honey! Please talk to me! I’m sorry, just five minutes!”

I paled, my heart raced, my palms started to sweat. He was here. Fucking here, in my new life, ruining everything I’d worked so hard for.

“Vicki?” Zack whispered, giving me a look I wasn’t sure about. I reminded myself who I really was, though, and straightened my shoulders.

“Vicki’s not fucking here, John!” I roared as I walked angrily over to the door and threw it open. I almost felt bad when I saw the figure in front of me. He looked awful.
My ex was about to say something, mouth open and hands up about to beg me for whatever--when his eyes raised to behind me.

John stopped, stood up fully, and looked down at me, “Are you fucking serious? That’s one of your rock stars, isn’t it? You fucking him?”

I couldn’t let him get to me. I cocked a hip and smirked, “Hell yes I am. We had a threesome last night, something you would never give me. I was also dominated, something else you could never give me. Should I go on, or did you just come here to have your ego shredded?” I narrowed my eyes.

“Vicki, that’s what I came here to tell you, to show you. I swear I’ve changed, baby, I wanna--”
I shoved a finger in his face, “Don’t you dare call me that.” My anger turned into another smirk as I felt Zacky stalk up behind me, “Only Zacky gets to call me baby.”

***Z’s POV***



I did not currently like my chances of controlling myself in this situation. I territorially put my hands at her waist, my narrowed, fiery eyes focused on the stranger that had to be her ex husband. What she had just said to him made me feel like a million bucks, but I still felt the need to protect her. She’d put up with enough, she shouldn’t have to deal with this, too. I knew she could handle herself, but that’s not what this was about.

“Dude, aren’t you married?” John suddenly shifted his attention to me.
Before I could think twice, I grinned wickedly and retorted, “Not once I got to know your ex wife.”
“Zacky!” She whirled on me and I immediately regretted my slip, but before I could say anything, John was back in the conversation.
“Oh my god…” He shook his head and Violet still looked at me.
“I can take care of this, Zack, can you pl--”

“Vicki, he’s going to drop you once he’s bored, honey--”

I stepped forward as she kept me from lunging at him. I so hoped he would throw a punch first just so I could knock his sorry ass out, “Violet means a lot to me, asshole, probably more than she ever meant to you. At least I respect her, you never did that. And I’m fully aware that she doesn’t need me, or anyone, and definitely not you. She’s probably much more likely to drop me once she's bored because she’s pretty hard to keep up with, something you wouldn’t know because you didn’t even try.” My words dripped with sarcasm and hit their target dead on. But Violet shoved at John when he went straight for me.

“You don’t know anything about us!” He yelled.

“Stop it!! Both of you!” Violet whirled on him, “John, I legally got my name changed. I am not her anymore. You need to move on and get it out of your head that you could do anything to keep us together. I don’t want that, with anyone. I tried to tell you that but you wouldn’t listen--then or now, because for you it’s not about what I want. You didn’t respect my opinion, you just wanted to be right and didn’t want to be alone. Please leave before I call the fucking police.” She was seething but in an impressive amount of control of herself.

The pure pain in his eyes as he looked at her took my breath away. He certainly wasn’t going to get my pity, but damn. John eventually got the picture and backed off, hands up in surrender.

He looked at me pathetically, “Just don’t hurt her, please.”

I blinked in disbelief as he walked off. She slammed the door and then slammed me against the wall, tongue in my mouth as she attacked me, “Zack, that was amazing…” Violet paused, her sparkling purple orbs searching mine, “What you said…”

Would it freak her out? Was it too much? I was starting to get nervous when she leaned up and softly pressed her perfect lips to mine. It was our first kiss all over again, except she was clearly leading. Her tongue played with mine and I groaned when I instantly got hard.

She pulled away, giving me her best innocent eyes, “You still not taking me to bed?”
I cleared my throat and pushed her hips barely away, “I’m sorry, baby, but trust me. I have a surprise for you later, but before that I’d like to take you somewhere. You ever had your car dyno’d?”

Her reaction was exactly what I’d been hoping for. I would seriously kill if it meant putting that adorable smile on her face. She clapped her hands, which made me laugh, “Really?!”
“Yeah. My treat. Then, we’re going back to the hotel.”

*****

Watching her watch her car was endlessly entertaining. Violet was nervous, tics overtaking her usual personality. Biting her lip, shifting her feet, drumming her fingers. She clearly didn’t like someone else touching her Mercury.

I stood back, letting her have this moment. The three males hooking up her car to the dynamometer definitely had my attention--since she had theirs--but I forced myself to let her handle the situation because I knew she could.

When we’d walked in, she’d gotten the typical assumption that it wasn’t her car and that she didn’t know anything about it. But she’d quickly proven them wrong, rattling off numbers about the engine she’d built so fast that I had no idea what she was talking about and she had clearly impressed the others. I knew my way around my car, I could change my own oil and things like that, but at some point they totally lost me.

Although, after awhile I didn’t hear anything anyone said because I couldn’t stop staring at her. God, why did she have to be like this? Why did I have to be like this?

The beast of a car had been hooked up and strapped down and the rev of the engine snapped me out of it. This is when I stepped closer to Violet and was glad I did. Her fingers laced through mine and squeezed, giving me a quick, excited look before she looked back at the computer screen reading the output of the car. The RPM’s went up and the room got deafeningly loud. Damn, that car was impressive.

“Zack!!” She bounced up and down and pointed like a kid in a candy store at the computer screen, “Look! He peaks at 502 horsepower and 548 foot-pounds of torque!! I mean, I’d always hoped for those numbers, but that’s fucking awesome!”
The guys behind the computer looked up at her, "And that's to the ground."
Violet paled for a moment, her expression going blank, "No fucking way."
"Yes way." The dude-bro smiled at her, clearly enjoying that he was giving her good news.

I almost lost my balance when she threw herself at me. Jumping into my arms and throwing her legs and arms around me, Violet kissed me right there in front of all of them, “Thanks, Zacky.”
I beamed back, just happy I was still standing. She was tiny, but I wasn’t a young buck anymore.

“You’re welcome, baby. Glad you’re happy with the results,” I chuckled, “But I figured they’d be good with how badass she sounds.”
“Monte is a he, Zack, you know that,” She put her nose in the air as I put her down and laughed.
“The main man in your life, hm?”
“Damn straight.”

“So how long did this project take you, anyway?” I held her hand as they unmounted the car.
She stared at the classic, no doubt recalling many different memories, “Almost ten years. Money mostly. Moving too many times. But it eventually came together. It’s a long story, but it was worth every second of the wait.”

I paused, chuckling, “You...like, really love that car, don’t you? Anything I should know about?” I joked as she rolled her eyes.
“Ha ha. But yes, I do. He’s been with me through everything. People you can’t count on, but him? He’s always there for me. Always.”

Well, that was kinda sad even if a little sweet.

“Seriously,” She pecked my cheek, interrupting my thoughts, “Thank you. We...going back to hotel now?” Violet coyly looked up at me as I cocked a brow and cleared by throat.
“Uh, apparently, yeah.”

****Vi’s POV****

I simply couldn’t believe he had done that. It was sweet, romantic, and a blinking, neon stop sign. That I was going to completely ignore.

Sighing with a schoolgirl giddy smile on my face, we both sped back to the hotel. Soon I found myself standing in the spa area, seriously wondering what was going on. He’d insinuated sex, so if all I was getting was a massage, I was about to act like a spoiled brat about it.

Zacky read the look on my face and the angry huff I didn’t hide, and grabbed me by the arm, his voice low in my ear as a father would scold a child, “Get naked on the bed, Violet. Enjoy the massage and I promise you won’t be disappointed.”
My heart fluttered at the tone in his voice. I had no idea what he meant by it, but it got my obedience immediately.

Five minutes later I was face down on the table, my naked body surrounded by the warm blanket. The room filled with soothing aromas and background music.

“You ready to begin, bellissima?” The beautiful Italian voice asked softly. My head perked up and I turned, letting the blanket fall away from my breasts--boldly meeting the gorgeous man's gaze.



He chuckled deeply, squirting some oils onto his own hands before heading my way, “We get there later, yes? Right now my hands pleasure you. Relax.”

My skin tingled. Zack was totally behind this and I couldn't believe how awesome he was. I relaxed and let Leon take his time. His fingers were pure magic. My neck... shoulders... back... arms...legs…

Leon pulled down the sheet over my ass and tsked at the redness, “Someone likes it a little rough, hm?”
When he started massaging my butt cheeks, I tensed up slightly, getting another chuckle.
“You will definitely need to relax for what's next, darling.”

One oiled finger pressed into my ass, quickly followed by a second. I didn't hide my moans as my fingers clenched into the table. He moved them back and forth only long enough to make me cry out for more.
“Bella, you are responsive…”
He stopped way too soon and patted my ass, “Over.”

I waited impatiently as he washed his hands and started over on my front. Damn it. This was way more sensual, obviously, my body splayed open on the table as he worked me over. His strong fingers worked down my arms to my hands, over my breasts, teased my nipples just to the brink of my release before moving on, over my legs and to my feet.

Leon outstretched some stirrups and put my feet in them as I looked on curiously. Good lord, this was so erotic. Spreading my feet wide, he went to work now on my pussy.

Two fingers in, a thumb on my bud, so, so close and….
Teasing over my back door and once again in my slick heat, building and building….
I refused to beg, but he was making it difficult. I'd been in here for 45 minutes and hadn't come yet.

The door clicked and Zacky stepped in the room, a towel around his waist. Our eyes met and I'm sure the lost look in mine was exactly what he'd asked Leon for. The towel dropped and his soft cock began hardening immediately. He stroked it from the shadows of the room, green eyes blazing.

“You keep eyes on the man pleasuring you, my dear.”

I looked back to find Leon stripping off his shirt. I'd never seen anyone so ripped in my life. Hard, hard lines that all led down, down, down to that chiseled V. Pushing down at his pants, his already mostly hard length sprung out and lay on the edge of the table. His hands soothed the outside of my thighs as his light brown eyes gazed down my body, a sideways smile on his angular face, “You want me, yes?”
I nodded.

Leon slowly rolled a condom down his erection and only put the head inside me, pulling it back out to stroke himself. Dammit did I need to come. I couldn't help a quick look at my boyfriend and got a quick slap to the thigh.
“Focus, bella.”

He slid about another inch into me, working only that much back and forth until I was whining and finally begging.
“Please, please, oh please….”
The beautiful Italian pulled out again and I twisted my fingers into my hair.

“Violet.”

My eyes snapped open just in time for him to plunge fully into me. I arched back and started shaking as he held himself there. I used the stirrups to brace myself, rolling my hips so I could punctuate my explosive release by sliding up and down the last inch of his cock. He hummed approvingly, letting me have my fun as he only watched.

I sighed loudly in relief and collapsed on the table as he chuckled again, “May I go on now? Or is that all you're up for?”

“Oh, she's up for much more. Trust me.”

The comment from the shadows alone had my heart racing. The wonderfully hard length inside me began rocking back and forth and I groaned. His thumb firmly demanded itself over my clit and I came again forcefully.

“Leon…” I moaned shameless, “Harder, faster.”

He raised a brow down at me, pausing as his hands held onto my thighs. His first thrusts were shallow and slow, but soon he'd worked himself into hard and fast and deep--right into my inner pleasure apex. I winced, toes curling as I raced towards another. I heard his groaning and grunting pick up and we released together in wonderful abandon.

Leon moaned a couple of sentences in Italian as he caught his breath and pulled out, throwing away the condom. As he stepped away, Zacky stepped in. Before I could even wrap my mind around what was happening, Zack was thrusting and then we were coming together.

Vengeance moaned as he moved through his finish. He didn't seem to mind that Leon was right behind him, watching where he was releasing inside of me. Zacky pulled out, looking at Leon quickly--showing him something. I felt his fingers prod and open me up. When I felt his seed leave me, all three of us gasped.

“Oh my…” Leon whispered.
“Fuck, that has me so close to another…” Zacky groaned and entered me again. I whimpered--strung out and useless and crying in overstimulated ecstasy. His second didn't take long and he followed me when I pulled taught around him.

“Oh, Violet…” He mumbled, his head leaned back, as his hips slowed. Pulling out, he repeated his move from earlier--both men watching intently as I arched a little and used my pelvic floor to make a show of it. I felt it drip down over my own ass and grinned when they both rolled their eyes with pleasure.

Zacky helped me sit up and they both kissed me.
“Till next time, Bellissima.” Leon softly stroked my hair and got dressed, taking his leave.

“Get cleaned up,” Vengeance smiled and sweetly kissed my neck, “Day's not over.”

Not sure if I could walk after that, I did my best.

*****

Notes

How much horsepower and torque an engine makes can be measured in two ways--at the engine and at the wheels/on the ground. The second set of numbers is what really matters. The first set is going to be bigger, but you lose HP through things like the transmission, etc, so the second number is what actual performance is. There is no way my car makes those numbers at the wheels, but hey, it probably makes somewhere near those at the engine--which is still pretty cool!!!

So how about Leon?? Sure, that pic is of him as Gladio, but see if I care! So hot....
And what else does Z have planned? What about the ex just showing up out of nowhere?
Comments always appreciated!!! Thanks for reading ; )