Page 1 of Eternal Pieces (The Violet Delights Duet #2)

VIOLET

S tepping out of the shower, I hear Max and Maddox bickering elsewhere in the cabin. They’re twins, so it’s not unusual for them to argue over the tiniest things. I’ve become accustomed to it over the years, and they always work it out themselves, so I leave them to it.

Although it’s winter, the day after Christmas, the cabin is warm and toasty. My fluffy towel is enough to keep me cozy as I grab some clothes from my dresser near the window.

Outside, the low morning sun filters through the snowy trees surrounding our little home. The scent of the gingerbread I baked yesterday is still in the air. It’s all so perfectly picturesque. What I’ve always imagined home to be.

I’m not sure how I got here. Well, technically, I do. It was being stalked by my stepbrothers and participating in freaky sex games with them that led me to this moment, and I’m grateful for it all.

I’ve never felt so content before. It’s the fairytale ending I always dreamed of ever since I could remember.

Sitting by the dresser, I dry my long hair and pull the blond strands into my usual high ponytail, letting a few strands hang free to frame my face.

Then I change into a soft, cream jumper dress and dark red thermal leggings.

The dress hugs my curves, and I’m proud of myself for wearing more clothes that show off my figure nowadays.

Living with Max and Maddox, I’ve grown to love every roll, dimple, and stretch mark.

It’s funny how not having to put up with my mom’s fat-shaming has improved my mindset.

I take a moment to admire the rings on my finger.

Two engagement rings for one love. Max and Maddox are a package deal, and the way I love them both is different yet equal.

It wouldn’t work with only one of them. Now I get to spend forever with them since, of course, I said yes to their joint proposal yesterday.

They’re going to have to work extra hard on next year’s gift if they want to top this year’s.

We’ve got nothing but free time this break.

Plenty of time to celebrate our engagement.

All my assignments are complete, and since my guys are occupied with whatever they’re bickering about, I take some time to read in my cozy book nest I’ve made for myself by the window.

The local indie bookstore had a big winter sale, so I stocked up and brought home a hefty stack to devour.

Running my finger down the spines, I pick a title at random and settle into the pillows with it.

Eventually, the guys’ arguing gets a little too elevated and distracts me from my book, so I have to head out to keep the peace.

I find them standing next to the Christmas tree in the main living room. It’s still a mess of discarded paper and boxes from yesterday’s gift exchange. There wasn’t any time to tidy between being stuffed full of dick and a huge meal at the end of the day.

Max is squeezing a stress ball and glaring at Maddox, who is busy writing something on a giant whiteboard. Where did they find that thing?

They don’t hear me approaching, so I sneak a closer look at the board. There are multiple tally marks under each of their names and a list of what seems to be rooms and furniture.

Max snatches the pen from Maddox’s hand and wipes something out with the sleeve of his dark hoodie. “That one was me.”

“ No . I felt it on my dick. It was definitely me.”

Max makes a point of adding an extra tally under his name. “You may have been inside her, but I was the one sucking on her clit. It was definitely me.”

“Oh my god!” I screech, my cheeks burning as hot as the flames in the fireplace. “Are you two keeping score?”

They both give me a look that says obviously .

I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh before pushing between them to get a proper look at the board. Now I see it. They’re making a record of every time we’ve had sex in the last two days and who made me orgasm.

“Why are there illustrations?” I point to a crudely drawn trio of stick figures on a bed.

“Max needed reminding how I was the one to make you come last night when we tried those Kama Sutra positions.”

“I still can’t believe you bought me that.

” I cringe. It was one of the many naughty gifts they gave me for Christmas.

Maddox also replaced my vibrators that he stole months ago and Max got me a fluffy bunny tail butt plug that I’m nervous to try out.

My favorite gift will always be their proposal, though.

Maddox digs his elbow lightly into my ribs, making me giggle.

“What was it Dad always said? The best gift is one that gets the most use.”

“Ew, Maddox!”

“Please, never mention our father when we’re discussing sex positions ever again.” Max groans, sounding like he’s going to be sick. He runs his hand through his blond hair and turns away.

I tap my nails against the board, bringing their focus back to it. “Can one of you please explain why you’re keeping track of my orgasms?”

“I’m offended you don’t remember,” Maddox scoffs. “It was only yesterday when we said whoever gives you the most orgasms over Christmas gets to marry you.”

There have been a lot of orgasms since then. Most of them were strong enough to make it difficult to remember my own name, let alone a comment that I assumed was them playing games.

“You were being serious?”

“Of course.” Maddox shrugs.

Max places his hands on my hips and turns me to him. “I know you don’t want to make that choice, and we’re not going to force you. This is the fairest way.”

Leaning my forehead against his chest, I say, “I appreciate that, but wouldn’t the fairest way be choosing straws or something?”

Maddox comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. Pressing his body close to mine, he locks me in tight between him and his brother. “This is the funnest way, though. Or do you not want dozens of amazing orgasms from your big brothers?”

He absentmindedly draws shapes on my stomach with his fingers, and the delicate sensation has me melting back against him.

They’re both so firm and warm. Their fresh and musky scent so comforting. It’s enough to have me forgetting what we were even talking about.

Maddox’s hands gradually travel lower to the hem of my dress and sneak their way underneath.

“Shouldn’t I—” My own moans interrupt me when Max cups my breast. “Shouldn’t I be the one keeping count?” I manage to ask even though I already know the answer. These small touches alone are enough to have me struggling to form a coherent thought.

Max tilts my chin upward and smiles mischievously down at me. These carefree looks of his are becoming less and less rare as he realizes that I’m not going anywhere. I ran once, and I’m never doing that again.

“If you’re able to count, then we’re clearly not doing a good enough job.” Max’s breath fans my lips.

I gasp when suddenly his fingers are down the front of my underwear. Maddox has somehow hiked my dress up past my hips and worked my leggings down without me noticing.

The wet sounds of my pussy are unmistakable in the quiet surrounding us. “This is one needy pussy.” Max groans, and they both chuckle. “Always so wet for us, no matter how much we play with you.”

“You’re a very greedy girl,” Maddox purrs in my ear from behind.

I bite my lip to hide my moans as Max slides his fingers all the way into the entrance of my pussy and starts grinding the heel of his palm on my clit.

Cupping both their faces, I lean into Maddox and let my eyes drift shut, knowing I’m safe and cherished in their embrace.

Maddox kisses the sensitive spot beneath my ear as his hand travels all the way to my breasts, where he teases a nipple through the lace of my bra.

Max pushes his fingers deeper inside my pussy and I tense up, loving the way they feel when I squeeze them.

“She’s gripping me so tight. This’ll be an easy win,” Max chuckles. My brows knit together as I try to figure out what he’s talking about through my building lust.

“Don’t go getting cocky. It’ll only put you one ahead,” Maddox mumbles against my neck, his teeth nipping at my skin.

“I’ll make sure it’s a double then.”

They’re talking like I’m not even here. Under any other circumstance, I’d get off on that, but I can already see this contest of theirs being a point of contention until our wedding day.

Forcing my eyes open, I see they’re both glaring at each other. Which immediately takes me out of my good mood.

“Seriously?” I tug Max’s hand out of my underwear and slip out from between them to straighten my clothes. “It’s not fun for me if you’re going to be at each other’s throats about this. I’m already torn up with guilt that only one of you will be waiting for me at the end of the aisle.”

“Violet, sweetheart.” Max steps in front of me and places his palms on my cheeks, stooping so we’re face to face.

“No matter who gets the honor of exchanging vows with you, we’ll both be standing up there with you.

You’ll have our name, but you already have our hearts.

So please don’t get upset. We’ll stop the game if you want.

Won’t we, Mad?” He looks up at his brother, who nods at me sincerely. I give him an appreciative smile.

“Sorry if we took things too far again, baby. You make us all kinds of crazy. It’s hard not to get caught up in the moment.” Maddox comes to my side and wraps his arm around my shoulder, letting me lean into him. He gives me a sheepish grin as he runs his hand over the shaved side of his head.

“Did you say you were even?” I ask, and Max nods, his response firm.

A teasing smile finds its way onto my face as a fun idea comes to mind.

“As lovely as it is spending all our time together in bed, I don’t want to be stuck inside all winter break.

It would be nice to actually touch some snow. How about a new game?”

They exchange a quiet look before saying in unison, “We’re listening.”

“After breakfast, I’m going on a hike through the woods.

You two are going to give me a ten-minute head start, then it’s up to you to catch me.

Whoever does gets to do whatever they want.

If I get away, another round starts. We’ll see who can give me the most orgasms by the end of the day and find our winner that way. ”

“Yes! That’s an amazing idea, baby.” Maddox yanks me closer and steals my breath with a kiss. “I’ll start making breakfast.”

I don’t manage to get another word out before he’s sprinting to the kitchen. My smile falters when I see Max’s moody face.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m not letting you wander off alone in the woods. You could get hurt or worse.” He tenderly touches my stomach. “There could be a baby in here. It’s snowing and freezing cold. What if something happens and we don’t manage to find you?”

I understand his worries. We were meant to travel to town today and buy a pregnancy test, but the snow came down heavily overnight, and Maddox’s car couldn’t get through it. Meaning we’ll have to wait a few more days to find out if our three is actually a four.

Taking hold of Max’s calloused hands, I squeeze them reassuringly.

“I promise I’ll be fine. A bit of cold isn’t going to hurt any potential baby, and I know you two.

You say you’ll give me a head start, but you’ll be stalking me the whole time.

If you really want to ensure my safety, then you’d better make sure you’re the one who catches me first.”

My teasing sets off the fire inside him, and his dark brown eyes turn into bright embers that stare so deeply into mine I can see the fantasies playing out in his head.

“Fine. But if anything happens—” He’s cut off by a loud clang of pots and pans from the kitchen.

Pinching his toned stomach, I say, “Better fill up, you’re going to need your stamina if you want to catch me.” I run off, and he immediately chases, grabbing me before I can reach the hallway.

I don’t stand a chance against either of them, but it’s fun to rile them up. That way, when they catch me, those orgasms will be guaranteed to be the best of my life.