"Yes,I love you with all my heart and soul!" I stress, turning around and rushing toward Violet. Bypassing Nate and Ellis' worried grabs for me, I grab V's wrists and pin them above her head against the kitchen cupboards.
"Jamie," she breathes, eyes wide, chest heaving.
"Yes, I thought about you the whole time I was with him." Before Ellis can comment this time, I continue fast. "I thought about how much I would love to see him eating your pussy as he was bent over my bed. Imagining his tight ass hugging my cock while Nate fucked your wet pussy, and I held your hand was the fantasy that had me shooting my load onto Ellis' back."
"Holy fuck," one of the guys groans, and I can't help but smirk a little.
With Violet pressed between me and the counter I make her breakfast on every opportunity I get, I release my final words. "This situation is fucked.I'mfucked for how I've gone about my attraction to them. For that Iamsodamn sorry. I swear, from the bottom of hell to the top of heaven, that Iloveyou."
She opens her mouth, but I'm not finished. "And Ilovethe way they've challenged you and pulled more emotion from you. You are far more than a woman who I enjoy spending time with and warms my bed. Violet, you aremine. Your heart, soul, mind, and future are mine. But," I hesitate ever so slightly because my next statement will set our trajectory, "you can't have a future without a past. And your past is one youlove. Especially the people who were a part of it."
Truthfully, I'm glad Violet isn't crying because I would start retracting shit I have no business retracting. She just blinks up at me, looking between my eyes like she needs to see the emotion behind my words to make this feel real.
I feel like I'm not breathing as I await her response. Shit even the other two don't make a peep. We're waiting on the edge of something profound and life changing.
You know what my sweet Violet says?
"Can we go get some waffles?" Her eyes widen as if she can't believe she just said that. "I mean, I love you too.So much. Of course I still have feelings for Nate and Ellis. But I'm starving, and I fear I'm too hangry to have this deep conversation."
For the love of everything good and holy..."Don't ever change, Violet Bennett." Kissing her after giving her my everything feels like something new.
One of the new parts of our lives chooses that moment to speak up and explain why he didn't feed mygirl when he took her out. "She was worried about you so much that she couldn't stomach much food. That's why we're back early."
Nodding in thanks to Nate, I nudge my face into the space between Violet's jaw and shoulder. Keeping my voice low, I ask her, "Would you like them to join, my love?"
She hesitates for half a second, and I shit you not, I about come in my jeans when she grins. "Ellis still has an hour and a half, so why not."
"I fucking love you," I declare and squeeze her until she relents and tells me she loves me too.
Forty
NATE
Ihad every intention of leaving Jamie and Violet alone. Professing their love in front of me and Ellis was intense and I'm sure unintentional. But their invitation to go get something to eat with them was not.
Violet clung to Jamie a bit tighter on the drive to lunch. She only allowed him his hand back when the ice on the road required more attention.
I'm not one to talk because Ellis and I held hands the entire way to the restaurant. Ellis could very well be thinking about when he can orgasm, but I'm almost positive he's stressing over how serious everything is becoming.
Not because we don't want our relationship with them to grow, but because there's a big fucking secret making us sick to our stomachs constantly. Who knows how long I can hold on to this deceit.
My stomach growls in agitation; instead of thinking about lunch, I'm stuck remembering why I couldn't eatbreakfast. The entire time I watched Violet fidget and worry on our date just reminded me I have the power to hurt her worse than a slight miscommunication she and Jamie had.
I don't want this power. I never should have stolen it. Selfishness and childishness have tainted our meeting. My sweet, bubbly woman doesn't even know we are building this relationship on lies and betrayal.
Fuck, I have no clue if I can even eat lunch at this point.
Seated at our table after the short drive, Ellis shifts in his chair beside me, and Violet giggles quietly. Jamie smirks and nudges his knee against mine. His touch brings me back from the depths of my guilt. I don't deserve to, but still I soak in her laughter and heated gaze she's giving my partner.
"Shush, Bubbl—Violet." Ellis pales, realizing his mistake with his words immediately. "Shit, I'm sorry. I need a new nickname for you."
Violet doesn't seem too bothered by his slip. Instead she just cocks her head and waits for Ellis to continue running his mouth. It's a good tactic if you want to hear some wack ass shit.
"How about Streaks?" he offers.
Violet scowls so hard I can't help but snort into my beer. I wasn't planning on having a beer with lunch, but the awkward silence and my thoughts drove me to drink.
"Absolutely not." Violet protests the nickname. "I've never streaked."
