Page 27 of Eternal Pieces (The Violet Delights Duet #2)

VIOLET

M y wedding is finally here.

Tomorrow I’m going to be walking down the aisle and marrying my soul mates.

We ended up choosing the Quartz Hotel for our venue.

They have an intimate ceremony room that they hire out for weddings.

It’s nice, perhaps a little too fancy for my liking with all the gold trim, but since I’ve left things so late with the pregnancy, it’s all that was available.

Honestly, I’m just happy to be getting married.

My plate has been overflowing for months, and I can’t wait to not have to juggle so many things all the time.

We’re staying here for the night, along with Sarah and Reginald. Sarah and I are in the bridal suite while the guys all have their own separate rooms.

It’s a bittersweet feeling knowing it’ll only be the five of us tomorrow. I have to stop myself from thinking about my mom. She broke my heart and my trust, and there’s no going back.

Max went out of his way to find out if she’s still staying here in the Quartz. Turns out she never was. I’m not sure why she lied or where she’s been staying. It’s not my job to care.

Maddox inadvertently helps me stop thinking about her by brushing a strand of hair behind my ear and pulling me from my thoughts.

We’ve just checked in and are waiting in the lobby for Sarah to get here before we part ways. Maddox has been excited all day, but now that we’re about to spend the night apart, I can tell he’s nervous.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay? You have everything you need? I’ve got the emergency bag ready to go in the car in case anything happens, and I don’t mind driving back home if you’ve forgotten anything.”

“Maddox, baby, it’s one night, and these three still need to cook for another two months. You’re both just down the hall from my room, and my phone will be on all night. So stop stressing.” I poke him in the chest, and he grabs my hand, kissing the back of it.

“I’m going to miss the fuck out of you,” he growls against my skin.

I blush. “Me too. But the strippers will keep me occupied.”

His eyebrows shoot up. “Strippers? I think the fuck not. If another man puts his junk anywhere near you, I’ll rip it—why are you laughing?”

A stitch forms in my stomach from laughing so hard, and I wheeze through it. Clutching my side, I wipe a tear away.

Max snorts out a laugh of his own, which takes me by surprise. “She’s kidding,” he reassures his brother. Then suddenly, he cups the back of my head, yanking me into his chest. Maddox moves in behind me, and I’m sandwiched between them.

Tilting my chin up, Max says, “She knows we’d never leave her needy enough to want another man anywhere near her. And if she does stray, we’ll have to teach her who she belongs to again.”

His cock twitches against my stomach and I gulp. “I’d never do that to you…” I lose track of what I’m saying as Maddox’s hand trails up my spine, his long fingers enclosing around the back of my neck.

“I can already think of so many depraved things we could do to her,” Maddox purrs in my ear, and I whimper.

Suddenly, their intense heat is gone. “Break it up! There’ll be plenty of time for that tomorrow night. In private. Not in a hotel lobby.” Sarah tugs me away from them.

Max smirks at me, dark promises of what will unfold tomorrow night swirling in his eyes. Maddox nudges his brother with his elbow and whispers something in his ear. The look they share has my heart racing.

I bite down on my lip as I imagine what secrets they’re holding onto.

“You boys are going to have to keep it in your pants for one night!” Sarah scolds, also noticing their looks.

She pulls something out of her overnight bag and puts it on my head.

“Is that a veil?” I run my fingers down the material hanging off the headband.

“Yep.” Turning to Max and Maddox, she says, “Time to say goodbye to the bride-to-be. She’s mine for the night.”

When I look up at them, I realize they’re stunned staring at the veil. Feeling embarrassed, I start to take it off, but Maddox stops me. “Don’t you dare. You look so fucking pretty. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

Before Sarah can pull me away, Maddox grabs my face and kisses me hard enough to make the room spin. I can’t even take a breath before Max is doing the same.

“Have fun, sweetheart.”

“We love you, baby.”

“I love you both,” I say breathlessly, my feet dragging along the carpet as I’m led to the elevator. My guys keep their eyes on me until the doors close.

“Does it not get a bit much?” Sarah asks once we’re alone inside. “You know the constant watching and checking in?”

“No,” I tell her the truth. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

I lean back against the headboard on what may be the softest bed in existence and let my fifth mocktail settle in my stomach. Or more like my bladder. I swear, all it takes is the tiniest sip for it to fill up these days.

“You have to tell me…” Sarah leans in close, a desperate need for information on her face. “Have they ever switched, and you didn’t know which one it was until after you’d had sex?”

Sarah ordered us some alcohol free cocktails from room service to go with the cupcakes she’d brought with her from a bespoke bakery.

One of the drinks ended up being full of alcohol, so rather than cause a fuss, Sarah volunteered her services to drink it.

I’m starting to think that was a bad idea, as she’s been asking me all sorts of intimate questions about my love life for the past thirty minutes.

Avoiding the question, I excuse myself to the bathroom. She makes room for me to get off the bed and accidentally knocks her drink over onto the sheets. “Ah, crap. At least this is my bed for the night and not yours.” She slurs her words. I’m surprised one jug has made her this drunk.

After using the toilet, I grab some damp cloths and help her clean up.

“So have they?” She sits back on the bed with her legs crossed, eagerly awaiting my answer.

“I’m not getting out of this one, am I?” I laugh and she shakes her head, her curly hair swaying side to side.

“Sometimes it’s hard to tell who’s where.

There are a lot of limbs involved, and it gets difficult to know up from down after a few, you know…

orgasms. I did wake up one morning thinking it was Max down there when it was actually Maddox.

” I bite my lip as I remember the delicious memory.

“You’re living the dream!” She swoons. Her curiosity is far from sated though as she asks, “Do they have the same dicks? The rest of them is completely the same apart from Mad’s tattoos and hair, obviously! But like the natural parts are they all you know…” She wiggles her eyebrows at me.

“How many drinks have you actually had?” I laugh and sit down next to her.

She holds up the empty jug like it’s a trophy. “Umm, however many this was.” We both break into a fit of giggles. The sugary fruit juice has gone straight to my head, and mixed with my excitement about tomorrow, has left me feeling tipsy.

“Back to the question. What did I ask you again? I don’t remember, but I do remember that I wanted to ask you if you’re sure you’re happy.”

That took an unexpected turn.

“Why would you think I’m not happy?” I shift closer to her on the bed.

“Not happy happy. I know you’re super loved up with your guys, but this…” Spreading her arms out, she almost knocks the tray of drinks over again. I move them to the bedside table to be safe. “You had to settle for it, and I feel like I’ve let you down.”

“Sarah, you’ve done more for me than I ever could have asked.

You went out of your way to plan all of this for me.

You even got us matching pajamas.” I tug on the white, silk nightshirt I’m wearing that has the word bride embroidered over the breast. Her’s has maid of honor in its place.

I’m very surprised she found any that could fit over my ginormous bump.

“I shouldn’t have left it until the last minute to find a venue, but I’m fine with it. So yes, I’m very happy.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes. No more feeling down! Let’s pick another movie and avoid any more cocktails for the rest of the night. You can tell me about your upcoming trip.” I search the bed for the remote, and she tidies up the leftover cupcakes that have been our only food so far.

She groans and flops back down next to me. “Don’t get me started on that. I’m dreading being stuck on a plane with my parents and having to tell them about my job.”

Her parents are in the movie industry, and from what she’s told me, they’ve always expected her to follow in their footsteps, but she’s decided to carve her own path working part-time as a teaching assistant starting this fall.

She yawns and pulls herself back up, her head drooping onto my shoulder. “Why am I so sleepy? Alcohol usually has the opposite effect on me.”

“You’ve definitely had way too much. We should order something carb-y to help sober you up,” I suggest.

“Ooh, how about pizza? Let me order it, you’re not to lift a finger!” she slurs, her body growing heavy against mine. Taking the remote out of my hand, she lifts it to her ear. “Two pepperoni pizzas, please.”

“Okay, definitely time for bed.” The remote slips out of her hand as I lie her down. Her eyes are barely open as her head touches the pillow.

“No! We need to do face masks and…I’ve ruined it, haven’t I? Please don’t hate me,” she mumbles.

“You’ve not ruined anything.” I’m not annoyed with her at all. I understand she’s still holding onto a lot of pain from her old friends all dumping her, and she thinks she needs to try twice as hard to be friends with me. But I’m not going anywhere.

I know how difficult it is to get past anxiety. Even when you think you’ve gotten rid of it, some roots still remain, tripping you up when your guard is down.

“You’re going to be such a good Mom.” She falls asleep with a smile on her face.

Switching the lights off, I softly close the door and leave her to sleep it off.