"Ellis likes to push buttons," Nate murmurs, eyeing me like he's making sure I don't kill his partner.
"I—Fuck," I groan. Ellis wastes no time pulling my dick from my jeans. His hand is hot and firm as he grips my solid length.
Nate nods, eyes flicking beneath the table and back up to me rapidly.
Where Violet teases me and drives me wild with need, Ellis swallows me whole immediately. I fight to keep my arms on the backrest of the booth. The darkness of the bar and thumping music hide our activities, but in no way do they steal from the complete sexiness of this moment.
A manin a fucking relationshipis sucking my cock in a public space, while his partner watches with so much intensity the pressure in my balls is already building.
"Ellis," I grunt as his tongue swirls around the head of my cock. Then he's swallowing around me, making me feel every contraction of his tight fucking throat.
"That's good. He likes it when you moan his name," Nate says like he can read his partner’s mind.
I barely register his words though because the added rumble from Nate rises me higher and higher until I'm barely hanging on. Then,fucking hell, Ellis gags and digs his fingers into my legs like he needs to hold on for dear life.
He does. Copper fills my mouth as I bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep from shouting as I spill my cum inside Ellis' hot fucking mouth. I don't even care if he swallows—all I know is these two stole my worries and gave me pleasure for five minutes.
They might be the drug I'm looking for.
Thirteen
VIOLET
It's been two days since I stormed out of Jamie's apartment. The sun is setting like it had that night when I showed up at his place, and all I can think about is him and his words.
How do I get over the worst mistake of my life? He made it sound so easy. As if I'mchoosingto drown myself in sex and misery.
But aren't you?a mean voice whispers in the back of my mind.
Hours pass as my mind tries to wrap itself around the mess of feelings and thoughts. I feel like this is all I am these days—a storm of uncertainty and questionable points of view.
There have been a few times as I drove to my mom's house in Chicago where I thought this might be a bad idea, especially in the dark, but I couldn't stand being in Detroit any longer. Memories of Jamie and reminders of the sad life I've created for myself assaulted me at every turn.
After Mom texted me that her husband, Roman, was making my favorite banana bread tonight, I thought long and hard about what I needed. My conclusion sits right in front of me.
Blinking back tears as I stare up at my family's beautiful home on the outskirts of Chicago, I notice that Mama left the porch light on for me. That's nothing new though. She reminds me of the house code frequently and lets me know the light is always on if I ever need to come home.
My eyes burn as I kill the ignition and peel myself from the driver’s seat. Without thinking, I grab my backpack and tiptoe up the porch steps.
It wasn't long ago that I was waving goodbye after our holiday celebrations. I didn't think I'd be back so soon and definitely didn't think I'd be returning a changed woman.
Because there's no denying I won't ever be able to go back to my cold, detached ways. I'm alive again for the first time in years, which is why I'm hurting so damn much.
Life holds beauty. Life carries pain.
Letting myself inside, I inhale the scent of fresh bread and appreciate the calm silence of the late night. Everyone's in bed, which is perfect because I'm not ready to talk just yet.
They'll have so many questions. I've never come home unannounced, so they'll know something's up. Denying their assumptions will be futile because Mom's partners can read me like they raised me. They didn't. They just inserted themselves into Mom's life andlearned everything they could about us so they could win her heart.
Mom and I are a package deal, so they needed to win my heart too. Felix's protectiveness, Roman's warmth, Declan's ability to lighten my mood, and Jared's understanding were everything I could have hoped for in new additions to our support system.
With a slice of bread in my hand and my water bottle, I curl up on the couch. I'm too tired to go upstairs to my room, and to be honest, I'm afraid I'll hear something that will make my ears bleed if I do.
It's best to stay down here just in case.
My mind turns sluggish as the heat from Mom's blanket surrounds me. With a full belly, I drift off to sleep, finally feeling like I made the right choice in coming home.
"I'm so glad she's here," a deep voice rumbles.Roman.
