****Zacky’s POV****

I couldn’t believe how much I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I attempted to make my new place “mine” while at the same time looking after a toddler. While Tennessee did lift my mood, I couldn’t help but think the random rainstorm outside matched my mood: broody.

I’d fallen asleep in his new room watching over him the night before, but finally went to bed after waking up because of a particularly dirty dream. I immediately went to my own bed and rubbed one out, thinking of how gorgeous she was when she squirted.

Then my high had been somewhat dampened when I wondered if she’d been ejaculating that very night...with my best friend. I wasn’t jealous, really, I just missed her. Who was this guy? What had she turned me into?
With either of my previous wives, I had missed them like crazy when we were on tour but it was completely different--much more physical versus the actual company I wanted to keep with Violet.
I tried to think of some way to spend time with her today, but the rain made that pretty difficult. I also figured after the crazy night she must’ve had, I needed to wait until she texted me.

I tried to use the time to get myself used to the idea of being with Ben. No matter which way I imagined it--me inside him or him inside me--it wasn't appealing. It didn't make me queasy or anything though, so I was still pretty sure I could do it anyway. The only question was whether or not I wanted to be in the middle. While I didn't love the idea of a dude fucking me, I at least already knew kinda what it felt like and knew I'd like that part of it. And then throw in getting to be inside Violet at the same time? Yeah, I think I'll sign up for that.

Around lunchtime I caved. Snapping a picture of Ness, I sent it to her.

My little guy misses you. So does Ness.

There's nothing little about your guy, Zacky. I'd be more than happy to come over and visit them both...if you'd like.

Yes, I'd like.

Well, that was easy. I made sure Ness had been put down for his afternoon nap and she showed up the moment I closed his door.

“Hey.” I opened the door, attempting to be charming. She didn't even wait, but plastered herself to my chest and pulled me down into a kiss.

“You can't text me things like that, Zack.”
I grinned at the realization that I drove her just as crazy as she did me, “And why’s that?”

Instead of answering me, she pushed me against the door and slid onto her knees. Oh, good god. By the time I was in her mouth I was already hard and I had to bite down on my lip to keep from moaning her name. I grabbed onto her purple curls for support but behaved and let her make her own moves. Because amazing moves, she had.

I get that every guy loves getting head, but I seriously loved watching her. She did it like she did everything--confidently. She knew she was good. So. fucking. good. When she looked up at me and grabbed my sac at the same time, my fingers tightened in her hair and my head banged back against the door.
“Shit, baby, I’m gonna--” Come. so. hard.

From there it was her bent over the arm of the couch, face buried one of the pillows, and then me holding her knees up as I fucked her on the dining room table. Fuck, she was fun. I reminded myself again to start working out.

We curled up on the couch and I kissed the top of her head, “Have a good time last night?”

“Mmmhmmm…” She smiled up at me, “You were right. Brian loved it. But between that and just now, it’s a good thing I’m working the next few days...my poor vagina needs a break.”

I coughed out a laugh, “So he fucked you after? Beforehand?”
“Not Brian.” She smirked and I cocked a brow, “Michelle started fucking me after I started fucking Brian. God, it was hot. But her strap on is like...Matt sized. And she was not nice with it.”

Ness’s babbling over the baby monitor interrupted us, which I knew was a good thing because my dick was starting to get ideas. I smiled and laughed at her, kissing her amazing mouth before I got up to get my son.

When I brought him back to the couch, I was overjoyed at his reaction.
“Look who’s here Ness.”
“ViVi!!” I put him down on the couch and he immediately crawled over to her and began assaulting her--playing with her hair and poking at her face as he named her facial features. Her laughter bubbled up as she encouraged him and it made my heart ache.

Her phone ring interrupted us and I threw her a look as “Dirty Little Girl” by Burnt Halo filled the air. She beamed shamelessly back at me as I picked up Ness so she could answer.
Sitting on the floor, I put Ness in my lap and gave him toys to play with, but paid close attention to her conversation.

“Yeah, this is she.” Pause. Long pause.
“Really? That’s gonna be badass.” More pausing. A snort of laughter.
“Fords are weird. Or mine was, at least. You probably have the right motor mounts, the difference is on that engine you can’t lower the engine onto the mounts, you have to attach the mounts and then lower it onto the frame.”

Who on earth was she talking to about cars? And….talk about sexy.

“You’re welcome. Don’t feel bad, it took us longer than I ever care to admit to figure it out.” Maybe it was that garage I had taken her to? Great. I’d seen those guys staring at her. And now she was laughing. Like….that laugh. You know the one, the one every guy wants to hear when they’re flirting with a girl. Dammit. And there wasn’t a fucking thing I could do or say about it.

“I’d love to come by and see it, but I’m busy today. Maybe some time I’ll stop by…..sure….later.” That made me feel a little better. She could easily leave and go check out this car, but she’d rather stay here with me. Rad.

“Who was that, babe?” I tried to hide any insinuation in my voice, but just the same she only gave me a look and added,
“Not anyone important.” Violet smirked, totally messing with me and I shook my head.
“Fine then.” I earmuffed my son, “I won’t care at all when you talk about mounting with a complete stranger.”
She laughed whole heartedly, but only walked into the kitchen.

***Vi’s POV***

After a wonderful afternoon and dinner with Zacky and Ness, I made myself go home since I had to work in the morning. Plus, I seriously did need to recover and no way was that happening if I spent the night.
I had a hard time sleeping, though--both because I couldn’t stop thinking about my wonderful night with Brian and Michelle, and my dreamy Zacky.

Work helped, but when I got home Tuesday night I once again couldn’t stop thinking about those beautiful green eyes and wonderful laugh or those hands on my body. What always helped me fall asleep? Imagining I was falling asleep back against that chest.

Wednesday after work I grinned when I saw his bike in front of my apartment and when I walked to my door, there he was--Chinese takeout in hand.

For once, we stayed up fairly late just eating and talking. He told me some tour stories, even a couple of Jimmy stories, and I told him a few college stories. The night, of course, eventually led to bed and our usual mind-blowing, world-ending sex.

When I woke up Thursday morning, he was gone--but two Angels/Red Sox tickets lay on my nightstand. For Friday night.

***Zacky’s POV***

My chest was screaming at me, wondering what in the hell I was thinking. I did my best to keep up with Dan, but he did this almost every day. I hated running.

He paused to take some videos of Nala running around in a field and I thanked all the gods. The ground was suddenly my mattress as I sprawled out and tried to take air into my lungs like a sap.

“You gonna be alright, there, rock star?” Dan teased.
I threw him the finger, “Just go tune my guitar, slave.”
He chuckled, “Okay, I let you run it out. What is this about? You have literally never worked out with me before. You’re actually looking pretty trim these days, so it’s not that. Is this about Violet? Because good luck getting to her level any time soon.”

“Aren’t you, like, a motivational speaker? Jeez.” I got up and dusted myself off, “I’ll have you know that yes, this is about her, but it’s purely sexual. I don’t need cut abs and huge biceps, I just need the stamina to go ten rounds in the sack. So you my man, or not?”

His wide grin actually made me a little nervous. Great.

***

Friday I picked her up at work and whistled low at her outfit. It was maybe meant to be tomboyish, but if so, she’d missed the mark. Shorty short shorts, tennies, tight Red Sox tank with a Schilling jersey over it, wonderfully cute ball cap with her hair straightened and spilling over her shoulders. Fuck.

The second she got in the car I couldn’t help myself.
“You know there’s no way that sock blood was real, right? Fake.”

****Vi’s POV***



I inhaled in shock and punched him in the arm, decently hard. He rubbed at it.
“You will take that back right this instant if your dick ever wants any action ever again.”

“I retract my previous statement.”

I tried to hide my laughter as did he. I also tried to stop staring--failing miserably. He looked incredible and he proudly held my hand constantly, lacing our fingers together and making my heart beat wildly. Zack insisted on taking a selfie, with my phone, with the stadium in the background as he kissed my cheek. Then he kissed my lips, letting it go on much longer than originally intended.

“You want a beer?” He asked as we entered the huge stadium.
“Yeah, but not the stuff they bring you in the stands. I need a real beer.” I answered casually.
He grinned ear to ear, “You’re too much woman for me, baby.”
I flushed as he squeezed my hand and we headed for the nearest concession stand line.

“You’ve been in an unbelievable amount of ballparks, Zacky. Which one's your favorite?”



The green eyes scanned over the menus in front of us as he thought it over, “Would you just think I was trying to get in your pants if I said Fenway?”
“Yes.”
“Then here, I guess. It’s home.” I could see his face get barely more serious, “I spent a lot of time here as a kid.”
“Were you a latch key kid?”
“Yeah. You?”

We were interrupted by having to order and soon we had beer and were headed towards our seats. When we sat down, I was absolutely flabbergasted.

“These are incredible Zack.”
“Fame has its perks,” He smiled again, his cheeks creasing under his close-cropped beard.
“To answer your question, yes I was also a latch key kid.”

Vengeance sipped his beer and put it in the chair as he put an arm across the back of mine, “The freedom was nice. Not having parents wasn’t.”

Well, that was real.

I didn’t dare ask him anything about it, though. Not here.
“I was lucky. My parents were around a decent amount, but gave me a lot of freedom. I was always fiercely independent.”
Zack gently touched my hair, “That’s why it bothered you so much, right?”
I swallowed hard, glancing his way. He lowered his head slightly, so his electric green eyes could meet mine over his sunglasses, “Giving up control of your life?”

Our eyes searched one another’s for a heart-stopping moment. Damn. He got me.
“Yes.”
His smile was back after the intense stare, his lips going to my cheek again as they heated, “Well you have control back now. How’s it feel?”

I laughed, knowing what he was doing but still loving it, “Great.” I sighed, biting my lip as I once again let the feelings of freedom and my new life bathe over my skin like the warm California sun.

“Stop it, baby.” Zacky husked and leaned over, pulling my lip out of my teeth.
“Hey, if you get to carry around those lips and eyes and that handsome smile, I get to bite my lip.” I pointed my finger up and down, referring to his entire self.
My comment brought out that adorable blush-smile as he nervously pulled at his shorts, “How do you do that?”



“Do what?” I chuckled, loving how uncomfortable he seemed.
“Compliment me like that. You do it all the time and I love it and you know that.”

“Zack, you’ve had girls complimenting you for decades. You can’t tell me I’m different.”
“I absolutely can do that. I’ve had fangirls for decades. They’re different. They usually make ridiculous comments about me playing them like I play a guitar, something about my hands, stuff like that. My exes, well, they waited for me to come to them. They may have made me feel wanted because of how they reacted to me, but they couldn’t come out and say it like you do. Your frankness has to be one of the things I love most about you.”

He didn’t even realize he’d said it. Thank fuck. I froze, but Zack only smiled and turned his attention towards the game. I knew what he meant, but it was just another neon sign that I was going to ignore along with all the others. But, what the fuck was I going to do anyway?

“So just how many Red Sox are you attracted to right now? I’m curious.” He pointed towards their dugout.
“You sure you wanna go there?” I chuckled.
“Yeah! I’m curious how picky you are.”

I shrugged. With most people, this would totally be a trap. But I was fairly sure I knew him better than that. Plus, he asked. I wasn’t about to baby him.
“This year? Pretty much only Holt and Benentendi.”



“Pretty and young. Noted. Don’t the girls like JBJ?”
Once again, I shrugged, “Yeah, but he doesn’t do it for me.”
“What, you don’t like a little mocha in your coffee?” He raised a brow at me.
I scoffed, “Well that’s definitely not it. I thought he-who-shall-not-be-named was super hot until he went to the Yankees.”
“Ellsbury?”

I narrowed my flashing eyes since he did say it. He put both hands up in surrender.
“And I’m not always a cougar, either. I totally had a thing for Mike Lowell.”



This made him laugh and it made me much more at ease that we could talk about this, so I kept going.
“I don’t have a type, if you hadn’t noticed. Look at Matt and Brian, being with them was totally rad and the three of you are very different types of men.”

I didn’t think we were talking loud enough for anyone to hear us, but the couple in front of us immediately stood up, turned around to stare at us absolutely horrified, and left muttering to each other.

Zack and I looked at one another for a second...before falling into a fit of hysterics. I laughed so hard my abs hurt. Vengeance eventually took his sunnies off and wiped at his eyes as we both tried to calm down. He sighed, playing with his shades in one hand as he put his arm around my shoulders. His half smile when he looked at me took my breath away, “I love that you think that was funny. Most girls would be mortified...but then again, most girls wouldn’t have slept with my two best friends.” Zack grinned wide and I was thankful that he had made the mood light after almost making it serious.

I giggled and leaned into his ear, “But I’ve never been attracted to anyone the way I’m attracted to you, Zacky.”
He pulled me closer by the shoulders, kissing my cheek before he paused at my ear, “Careful, baby. I’m pretty sure we’ll get arrested if we start fucking in our seats.” His light laughter made me smile, especially when he started nibbling at my neck.

***

We had a great time at the game, and on the way back to his place he’d insisted I scoot over next to him in his car. Instead of getting dirty, Zack told me he had a great time. The ride was quiet, both of us just enjoying being close.

Once we were in his condo, Z calmly held my hand and led me to his room. Even after all this time, it still felt like the first time. My nerves were on fire as I followed his lead. He didn’t turn on any lights, but his beautiful green eyes reflected the little light that came in through the window as he took my face in his hands.



Zacky whispered my name before his lips softly met mine, immediately deepening the kiss as his hands slid down my body. He peeled off my jersey and I began unbuttoning his. My fingers met heated skin as they danced up under his tshirt to pull it off over his head. I loved all the different colors all over his body and I had already missed them even though it hadn’t been that long.
He did the same with my undershirt and soon we were naked and holding each other. Zack’s fingers laced through mine, and our bodies joined in their beautiful harmony.

*

Forty five minutes later, Zacky was still moving in me in ways that I had no idea how to describe. He called to me in a way he never had before--our connection so real it almost frightened me.

“Violet...baby...for the love of christ…” He mumbled, kissing me like he had this entire time--a whole sexual experience made of kisses like our first. Personal and invading, wonderful and exciting. Zack had come twice already and both had been physically intense--shivers running through my entire being as I felt him come inside me. But beyond that physical intensity there was another kind of intensity that had me rattled while I drank it in.

“Zack--” I arched back into the sheets, still trying to comprehend and deal with what he was doing to me. His thick cock was endlessly hard and pleasing me to no end, but it was his eyes and his lips that owned me for the night--somehow firm and gentle in their owning of my psyche, letting me know I was his and would never be able to say no to him.

His strong guitar fingers drifted down my cheek as his green eyes once again locked onto mine, his lids heavy with lust as he got closer, “Baby...you have to come with me...I need you...fuck, I’m so close...yeah...I’m gonna come, Vi--”

When his hips pressed against mine, his third orgasm spilling into me, he brushed just enough up against my clit and I burst--clawing at his tense shoulders as I came onto him.
Zacky held me until my waves had passed and the teeth I’d buried in his nightmare let go. I kissed where the bite mark was, and continued up his neck until I had his plush lips on mine.

“Vengeance...I…” No, I shouldn’t say anything. There really were no words. So I just got lost in his viridian gaze.

***Zacky’s POV***

My eyes searched hers for several breathless moments, my dick still buried in her warmth. What I’d just done with her couldn’t be explained. If I was such a heartless bastard that couldn’t love, then what the fuck was that? The night had gone so well, we’d had so much fun, and it shouldn’t have been surprising that amazing sex followed.

But I’d just given her much more of myself than was safe. I feared she would wake up from our lust induced haze and leave, so when she just buried her head in my chest and sighed happily, I grinned wide and held her closer.

Run, Violet.

If I was a good guy, I would have told her it’s over. We’d gone too far. But I wasn’t. I needed her. So I just wrapped her in my arms, inhaled her wonderful scent, and watched her sleep until I got pulled under.

***

Notes

Oh, shit! What is happening!?!

Us girls all have a joke that "Dirty Little Girl" is our theme song (ok, mostly Ghost and I), lol. I blasted it over my speakers as I drove outta town when I finally left my hubs in reality last month.

Back in 2004, the Red Sox went on to win their first World Series in 86 years, but only after they had to come back from a 3-0 game deficit to the Yankees for the ALCS, the likes of which had never been done before that, or since then. Schilling has a bloody sock pitching game 6 that lots of haters claimed was fake. If for some reason you care, here's the whole story:
https://www.mlb.com/news/curt-schillings-bloody-sock-the-bridge-to-history/c-98978666

Fenway Park is the Red Sox' home.

I never noticed how much Zacky pulls at his shorts/pants until I wrote that line, and then I was like 'dude, he does that.' More adorable Zacky tics.

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