Page 17 of Eternal Pieces (The Violet Delights Duet #2)

MADDOX

I ’m halfway through building my desk when Max barges through my office door, his face red and sweaty.

“Did you run all the way here from work?”

“Violet’s in trouble,” he says without taking a breath.

I’m instantly on my feet. “What happened? Is she okay?”

“I don’t know. Her heart rate spiked and then stopped completely.”

Ah, this again. I should never have agreed to him monitoring her health this much.

A few days after the first scan, I caught him doing it on his phone.

I thought it was a good idea at first. Violet always wears her smart watch as an extra level of safety for us to track her, so why not monitor her health through it as well?

All it does is add to Max’s anxiety. “Max…are you sure you’re not overreacting? She could have just taken it off.”

“Are you fucking serious? Get your keys, we need to go!” He’s already slamming his way out of the room, giving me no choice but to follow.

On my way out, I tell the contractors that I need to leave and will be back by the end of the day. Hopefully .

Fuck. I’m trying not to imagine what the hell’s happened to Vi, but I can feel Max’s anxiety building inside myself.

Within minutes, we’re in the car and speeding home. The cabin’s not too far out, but it’s still a bit of a drive. Enough time for the worst to happen.

“Have you tried calling her?” I ask.

“Of course I have. She’s not picking up.”

“What about an ambulance?”

“Just drive!”

There’s no reasoning with him when he’s like this, and I can’t blame him. If there’s one thing to make us lose our heads, it’s Violet.

The door to the cabin is slightly ajar when we arrive. Max doesn’t wait for us to stop before he rushes inside.

“Violet!” he roars so loud I can hear him clear as day from inside the car. I quickly follow after him.

Down the hall, the shower’s running, steam coming out from the open bathroom door.

Fuck. She could have overheated. Slipped. Cracked her head open.

“Why didn’t you answer your phone?” Max shouts.

Turning into the room, I find him in the shower with Violet, the water battering down on him and soaking his clothes. Her naked body is pinned to the tiles. My eyes go straight to her bump. He’s not crushing it. He has some sense left in him, at least. Not much, though, from the way he’s reacting.

“I didn’t hear it, I was?—”

“We thought you were dead!” he shouts, his grip on her arms tightening. She looks over at me, confusion in her eyes.

“Max, back off her. She’s fine.”

He presses closer to her, burying his face in her neck and wrapping his arms around her shoulders. “You have to answer.” He sounds like he’s crying. “You always have to answer.”

Violet strokes his back, soothing him. “I promise I will. I’m sorry I didn’t this time. You don’t need to worry, the babies and I are okay.”

I step forward to help her, but she holds her hand up and softly shakes her head. Giving them some time together, I turn the shower off and grab a towel.

“Why did you think I was hurt? Did my mom say something to you?”

Max unburies his face from her neck, no doubt having the same questions as me.

“You’ve heard from your mom?” I ask.

“Why would she talk to us?”

Violet sighs, her head knocking back against the shower wall. “She was here when I got home. She’d let herself in with the keys she still had from your dad.”

Jeez, I know the woman reeks of entitlement when it comes to her daughter, but to actually let herself in like that?

“We’ll get the locks changed.” I shake my head and hold the towel out for Violet. “Let’s get you dry.”

She takes it, but before she can use it, Max lifts her and carries her to the bedroom. He snatches up her watch from the sink on his way out. I follow behind and see that he’s shaking, but he doesn’t let his pain show any more than that.

He sits her on the bed and stands next to me in front of her, taking a similar stance to mine with his arms crossed over his chest. I don’t think he registers the water he’s dripping onto the carpet.

“What did your mom say to upset you?” I ask Violet. “Your eyes are red. Don’t tell me it’s from the shower.”

Looking between us, she must know there’s no hiding anything from us. “Pass me my bathrobe so I don’t freeze, and I’ll tell you everything.”

We’ve spoken in depth about the woman before. After all, we were all part of the same family once. I saw firsthand the manipulative shit Charity said to Vi, the way she put her own daughter down with a haughty smile. From the sound of what she did today, she hasn’t changed a bit.

“You’re not to see her again,” Max says, making his thoughts extremely clear. I feel the same, but I’m hesitant to back him up. As much as it pains us, we’re supposed to be giving Violet more freedom now that she’s ours, not less.

“Oh, you forbid it?” Vi snarks back. “You can’t stop me from seeing people. I’m not sure what I want to do about her yet. I need some time to process. But it will be my decision in the end.”

Sensing Max about to object, I cut in, “We respect that. Don’t we, Max?”

“Not when it comes to Charity saying harmful shit in front of our children. It’s bad enough what she does to Violet. I’m not allowing someone who can slut and fat shame her own daughter anywhere near them.”

My head snaps to Violet. He shouldn’t have said that.

“Fat’s not a bad word. I don’t mind if you say it. I know I’m fat, and you two don’t seem to find anything wrong with it.”

“Because your goddamn perfect,” Max states.

Violet smiles at him, then drops her head.

“Things were tense today, and a lot has happened since Mom and I last saw each other. She’s hurting from the divorce and probably didn’t mean to word things the way she did.

I’ll let the air clear, and if she ends up coming to my graduation, then maybe that’ll be a sign that she can change. ”

Charity doesn’t deserve that kindness. She’s had more than enough chances in the past. Our Violet is far too good. Too nice. That’s why she needs us, so she can keep being the sweetheart that she is while we deal with any darkness threatening to touch her.

Max grunts out a noncommittal response and lays down on the bed next to her, his feet dangling off the edge. At least he’s not fighting her on it anymore.

“You didn’t tell me why you’re here,” Violet says. “Why were you so scared?”

Max doesn’t look like he’s going to admit what he’s been doing, so I tell her instead. “The heart rate monitor on your smartwatch is linked to Max’s phone. He saw it go up and came to get me.”

Her nose scrunches, making her look even cuter than she already is, as she figures out what I’m saying. “What heart rate monitor?”

“There’s a fitness app on your phone,” Max states.

“I downloaded it and connected it to your watch and my phone. I track your heart rate, how much sleep you’re getting, your water intake, and your weight to make sure it’s not going down.

” He holds up the watch as he speaks and is about to put it back down when he thinks better of it and puts it back on Violet’s wrist instead.

She gets a mildly surprised look on her face. I can’t believe she’s not angry about this. Then again, she learned to expect the worst from us in the past.

“I’ll make sure it’s deleted if you don’t want it,” I reassure her.

“No, you won’t!” Max snaps, sitting up and glaring at me.

Violet pushes him back down and straddles his lap, her robe sliding off her shoulders.

“Fuck,” I murmur under my breath. She’s a goddess. My body is drawn toward her luscious curves, pulling me closer until I’m sitting on the bed next to them, ogling her cleavage.

“I’m not deleting it,” Max reiterates, still glaring at me. “It’s for the babies’ well-being as well as Violet’s. You know damn well she has to keep her blood pressure down.”

Like, his attitude is going to help with that.

“I don’t want you to stop,” Violet says, surprising us both.

She rolls her hips over Max’s cock, his eyes manage to darken even more than the angry black pits they’d already become.

“Look at it.” Violet holds her arm out, showing the screen of her watch to him. “Does it tell you how much I need you right now?”

Max’s eyes snap to hers. With a deep growl, he cups the back of her head and yanks her down, meeting her halfway since she can’t bend with the bump in the way, and kisses her.

Both their eyes close, their hands eagerly exploring each other.

Max pushes her robe further down her arms, and I help to get it off completely.

She’s a work of art, so curvy and bursting full of life.

Even her tits look as swollen and tight as her belly.

Max breaks the kiss off and presses his forehead to hers. “You still want me after this?”

“Yes. Always.”

“I’m not going to stop any of it. I can’t.”

Placing her hands on his cheeks, she looks at him like he holds the world in his eyes.

“I’ll always want you both in every form you take.

Even the darker ones. You’re scared, and that’s okay.

I think about it too. The time when we were apart.

But then I remember how you track my location or how one of you always manages to text me when something’s wrong.

I know there’s no getting away from you, and that’s what makes me feel safe. I love that you’re both so protective.”

I rest my hand on her stomach, and her warmth spreads through me. “We love you, baby.”

“I love you, too. Always.”

Max grabs her hips and starts to move her, making her grind her bare pussy against his wet jeans.

“Oh, that feels good,” she whispers, her eyelashes fluttering, her lip caught between her teeth. Using Max’s calves for support, Violet arches back. Her body swaying up and down as she pleasures herself on him.

Max reaches down to unzip his pants, but Violet grabs his wrist first.

“Maddox, I need you to do something for me.” There’s a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Anything, baby.”

“Hold our brother’s arms above his head.”

I’m not sure what she’s planning, but I’m interested to find out. Rolling off the bed, I grab Max’s wrists and fight to hold them down on either side of his head. Christ. He’s really been working out. It’s a struggle to overpower him, but I win in the end.

“What is this?” he snaps.

Violet places her finger on his lips, and he quiets down.

“You’re always in control and ninety-nine percent of the time I love that, but you need to learn to relax.

” She rolls her hips on him again, her face pinched with pleasure.

It’s safe to say I’m extremely jealous of my brother, but if I close my eyes I can feel the weight and heat of her on my own dick.

A soft chuckle has me opening my eyes. Violet’s smirking down at us, her eager little subs ready to do her bidding.

Leaning forward, her breasts hang above Max’s waiting mouth. She curls her finger, beckoning me to come the rest of the way if I want a kiss. Of course, I fucking do.

My tongue dances with hers, savoring each warm caress. She starts whimpering, and I hear Max making loud, wet slurping noises below us. What is he doing down there?

Violet grips my shoulder like her life depends on it and cries into my mouth. “Oh my god!” Her entire body shakes, an orgasm taking her by surprise. “What’s happening to me?”

“You’re lactating, sweetheart,” Max croons.

“Holy shit!” I gasp in awe, pulling back to see for myself. My grip on Max slackens, and his hands slip free.

A smear of creamy liquid coats his grinning lips. “I think I’ve found my way to relax.” He latches back onto Violet’s nipple. She yelps and tries to climb off him, but he holds her down.

I swear I can hear the release of her milk as Max forcefully sucks and my mouth waters. I should resist the temptation. That’s for our babies after all. Not for us to greedily take from her. But they’re not here yet. There’s plenty of time to collect it for them.

“Fuck it.” Licking my lips, I start to zone in.

Violet catches the movement and shakes her head. “Not you as well.”

“Yes, baby. Give your big brother a taste of that milk.”

Her screams as my lips latch onto her other nipple quickly turn into moans of pleasure.

This is incredible. I’m actually sucking milk from my little whore’s breast. Not only is her heart completely ours, but her body knows who it belongs to as well.

“You’re so fucking sweet,” I mumble, catching my breath.

Lust and exhaustion glaze Violet’s eyes, her lips parting with soft pants. She cups the back of Max’s head, holding him in place on her breast, and reaches for me to do the same. It would be mean not to oblige her needs.

“How does this feel so good?” she exhales blissfully.

I would ask the exact same thing if my mouth wasn’t stuffed full of tit and milk.

After what could be a few minutes or a full hour—I’m too milk-drunk to tell—Violet wearily says, “I-I need to lie down.”

Max and I work together to make her comfortable on the bed. He takes his wet clothes off and lies next to her, popping a nipple back into his mouth. I do the same on the other side.

She cups our heads again. Nothing has ever felt as right as this moment. We’ve always belonged to each other, and now we’re fully connected.

It’s not long before her grip on my hair slackens, her hands flopping down to the mattress where she’s fallen asleep.

I look over at Max and see he has as well, with her nipple still in his mouth.

I’m just pleased he’s found a new stress reliever.

Hopefully, he’ll be able to calm down for the rest of the pregnancy.