Page 18 of Eternal Pieces (The Violet Delights Duet #2)

VIOLET

I t’s a beautiful day as we drive to Max and Maddox’s father’s house. The sun’s shining and there’s barely a cloud to be seen, which is lucky as we’ve had to pull over at every stop going so I could find a place to pee.

We don’t need to worry about being late since Reginald is way more laid back than he used to be.

He’s visited us a handful of times this year to help Maddox with his business, and we told him about the babies over dinner, not long after our first scan.

This weekend we’re visiting for a very different reason.

Monday is James’ sentencing. Max and I won’t stick around to see him hopefully go down since I need to get back for graduation, and they refuse to leave me alone, but Maddox will.

We thought spending the weekend in the place where we got to know each other would help make the wait before the trial feel a little easier.

By the time we arrive at Reginald’s, it’s past noon and we’re all starving. We pull into the driveway, and he comes out to greet us wearing a suit and tie like he always does. The man is always dressed ready for a business meeting.

He meets us as we’re getting out of the car and pulls me in for a hug. I stiffen for a moment before reciprocating. I’m barely able to get my arms around him. It’s a strange concept having a parental figure in my life who’s so affectionate.

Max and Maddox come to my side, holding our bags.

“You’re so big now!” Reginald smiles, holding me at arm’s length to get a good look at my bump.

“Yes, she is,” Maddox says with an undertone of lust. I chuckle awkwardly.

We head inside and leave our bags at the foot of the stairs. Everything looks exactly the same as when I left. I wonder how Reginald manages to live in such a big place all alone.

“I tried cooking lunch, but I’m sure you don’t want burnt food, so we can order in instead. Anything you’re in the mood for?” He seems delighted to have us all here. I thought it might have been awkward, but it’s like we never left.

“Something nice and creamy,” Maddox answers his dad, and my head slowly rotates to look at him, my cheeks probably look as bright red as they feel. Ever since he and Max had a taste of my milk, he’s been non-stop cracking jokes about it.

“Creamy? Um, you can probably find something like that if we order Italian,” Reginald muses, searching in a drawer for some takeout menus. I want the ground to swallow me whole.

“How’s work been?” I ask while glaring at Maddox.

“Busier than usual because of the Mikael trial…” he trails off and looks awkwardly at me.

“It’s fine. We’re here because of him. How’s it looking? His dad got sent down pretty easily, will it be the same for him?”

He passes the takeout menus to Maddox. “I can’t say much, but the evidence is all there. Unfortunately, it’s a different judge this time.”

Usually, Reginald has a good poker face, but this time he seems nervous. I have a good feeling about it.

We sit around the table and catch up while deciding what to get for lunch. Maddox ends up making us all hungry for Italian despite the connotations that his dad hasn’t picked up on. Thank god.

The doorbell rings about thirty minutes later. “That’ll be the food. Max, want to give me a hand?”

Max looks at me like he wants me to make him stay, but I urge him to go with his dad. They could do with some alone time.

“Sure,” he mumbles.

Maddox heads over to the kitchen counter. “Hey, Vi, can you help me make a coffee?”

“What do you need help with?” I push up off the chair, my back still aching from being in the car for so long.

He steps out of the way so I’m between him and the counter.

“I need cream for it.”

“Why did you need my help for—oh, no you don’t!” Wrapping his arms around me, he holds me in place and tugs the front of my dress down. “Your father is literally down the hall! He’ll be back any second,” I hiss.

“Better be quick then.”

There’s no getting out of this. He’s got me locked in. Accepting my fate, I stop struggling.

Maddox chuckles in my ear as he reaches into my bra and pulls out my right breast. I had to switch to maternity bras after the first time they milked me.

My breasts are constantly leaking, and with my midwife’s go-ahead, I’ve started hand expressing, getting a supply of colostrum ready for the babies.

The guys are more than eager to help me with it.

Maddox rolls my nipple between his fingers, stiffening it, and I bite down on my lip hard so I don’t make a sound. Wetness pools in my underwear, and I pray I get a moment to change after this.

“I’ve been researching the best ways to milk you,” he says quietly. I look down to see him kneading the flesh around my nipple. Tiny droplets of milk form on the puckered skin, and then a small spurt shoots out, hitting the wall.

“Shit!” Maddox aims for the cup, most of it splashing the counter rather than going into his coffee. “You’re going to have to let me practice this more when we’re back home. I could do those cool designs that baristas do.”

I glare up at him. Footsteps suddenly sound behind us, and I squeak. “Hurry up and finish already!”

“Are you fucking?”

“Max, it’s you,” I sigh with relief.

I can’t see past his brother’s large frame, but I hear his voice getting closer.

“Can’t believe you got there first. I always imagined taking her in every room of this house.

Sneaking into her room at night and going down on her.

Fucking her over the kitchen table before our parents came down for breakfast. Having her on her knees in the shower.

Fuck, the fantasies were relentless back then. ”

Maddox grows hard from his brother’s words and reaches down to adjust himself. I take the opportunity to put my breast back into my bra and slide away from him.

“We weren’t fucking,” I whisper harshly.

“You certainly look like you were—ah, I see.” Max spots the milk on the counter and puts down the bag of takeout he’s holding on a non-milky spot.

Maddox proudly lifts his coffee and takes a sip. “Fucking delicious.”

There’s barely anything in the cup. They make it sound like I’m some dairy cow producing gallons of milk for them, but half the time they stay sucking on my breasts just because they get off on it.

I try to quickly clean myself up before Reginald comes back in. His footsteps echo down the hall.

“Sorry, I had to take a call. Is everything alright?” He asks, looking between the three of us with a perplexed expression.

“Y-yeah, we just spilled some milk making coffee,” I say, smoothing my dress out.

“Oh, I’d love a coffee. Is there any left?”

“A full supply,” Maddox laughs, and I elbow him in the ribs, making him almost spill his drink.

“Sorry, I’m cleaning it up.” I grab a cloth and start wiping the countertop.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll sort it after we eat.”

“It’s my mess, I’ll?—”

Reginald takes the cloth from me. “Violet, I’m not having my pregnant daughter-in-law cleaning my house. Sit down, please.”

Maddox snickers quietly, and I shoot him a look over my shoulder as I follow Reginald to the table. I can’t believe my father-in-law is going to be cleaning up my breast milk. I’m absolutely mortified.

Thankfully, nothing else embarrassing happens over lunch, and the conversation steers toward safer topics. Mainly because every time Maddox starts to make a joke, I kick him under the table.

“How far along are you now, Violet?”

Grabbing my purse, I pull out our latest 3D scans and give one to Reginald.

“We just hit twenty-four weeks.” I rub my stomach tenderly.

He admires the scan and puts it on the fridge next to the others we’ve given him over the months.

Seeing them up there makes my heart feel torn.

I love that he’s so excited and has greeted our entire relationship with nothing less than open arms. But it makes me long for that connection with my mom.

I wonder what she’s done with the scan I gave her.

Probably left forgotten at the bottom of her purse.

I’ve not heard from her since she showed up at the house.

“How’s all your wedding prep coming along? Have you chosen a date yet?” Reginald asks.

“We have a rough idea, it’ll be this summer, before the triplets arrive. I’m going to give myself a little break after graduation and then go at it full swing. My maid of honor, Sarah, is amazing at party planning, so she’ll be helping out with it all.”

“I’m here to lend a hand if you need it. Don’t worry about the cost of anything. I expected to be paying for two weddings for my sons, so you get double the budget.”

My jaw drops. Maddox and Max take my hands on either side of me.

“Wow, that’s so kind of you.”

Reginald nods his head and leans against the counter.

He studies us, warmth filling his eyes. He looks a lot like an older version of Maddox like that.

“Whatever you don’t spend, I’d like to give to my grandchildren.

I set up a fund as soon as you told me you were pregnant.

I’ll add any leftover wedding money to that, and it’ll be theirs when they’re eighteen. ”

“Are you serious?” Maddox chokes out.

“Thank you so much,” I tell him, feeling teary-eyed.

“That’s…generous. Thanks, Dad.” Max smiles a little more than he usually does at his father.

“You’re welcome. I know I said I’d have the whole weekend free for you, but I’m afraid I do have to head into the office for a bit this afternoon. It’s because of Monday.” His words hang in the air. I know the boys have always resented how much their father works, but this time is different.

“Violet,” Reginald clears his throat. “Are you sure you won’t be there?”

“No, she won’t,” Max interjects sharply.

Part of the process against James was to give statements about what happened at college.

They started as written ones, and then they wanted me to go in for a recording.

I did both last year, and it was hard enough remembering what to omit about Max and Maddox’s involvement without the baby brain.

Reginald believes that my presence might sway the case in our favor, but I’m too worried I’ll say the wrong thing and screw it up.

The last thing I want is to accidentally get Max and Maddox in trouble for what they did.

“There’s enough evidence for him to get sent down without her being involved anymore. You said so yourself,” Max adds.

Reginald holds his hands up, dropping the subject. “It’s your call. I’ll see you later. Make yourselves at home while I’m gone. Your rooms are all still made up.”

He heads out, the door closing behind him.

We’re left in silence until Maddox breaks it. “Looks like you’ll still get your wish, Max.”

We both wait for him to elaborate, and he smirks. “You’ll get to fuck our little sister in her bed.”