Page 21 of Broken Pieces

Violet narrows her eyes at Mad and I do the same. That’s too simple, there has to be more to it than that.What’s he not saying?

“Fine. You can pretend to be the caring big brother again and drive me home.” She tilts her chin up, thinking she's got the upper hand.

A smile slowly curves his lips. “You don't get to ride for free, baby.”

With a loud groan, she says, “Just tell me what you want already!”

“We’ll get you home safely,ifyou suck both of our cocks. Right here, right now.”

My cock leaks at just the thought of that. The tent I’m pitching in my jeans is big enough to stop traffic. Thankfully, the road’s quiet tonight.

Violet’s mouth gapes open and she stammers for something to say. We both notice the way her skin flushes though.She’s into it.

I thought Mad just fucked everything for us, but it seems Violet gets off to the thought of being on her knees for us. Maybe just as much as we do.

“Like you said, soon enough everything will be different. You’ll be far enough away from us that what happens tonight won’t matter. You’re probably too drunk to even remember it. So what do you have to lose?” Mad's manipulating her into saying yes, but I don't dare stop him. Not when we almost have her.

Violet looks at me, but I don’t say anything. I keep my eyes on Mad. If I look at her again, I’m not sure what I’ll do.

“You can’t be serious,” she says quietly.

Mad's hair is a mess from the way he’s been grabbing it all night and there’s a desperate look, deep in his eyes, that only I can see.

We share an unspoken moment. This is it. He can’t take anymore waiting. Either she chooses us now or that’s it.

His request is messed up and I'm afraid she'll say no, but there’s still a part of me that holds onto hope that she’ll say yes. That after this, we’ll drive home together with a new understanding of what we all need from each other.

We’ll make our futures work no matter what.

All she has to do is say yes.

“Get on your knees for us, sweetheart.”

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Violet

Fuck.

I lock my knees, so I don’t just collapse, after both Max and Maddox say the words that I’ve always dreamed of hearing.

This has to be some drunken hallucination.

There’s no way my stepbrothers want that from me.

Is there?

I shake my head, suddenly feeling too shy or maybe too drunk to say anything. It’s probably both.

Maybe if I keep quiet we can all just drive home like nothing just happened.

Maddox is right, I can’t actually walk home from here. I’m still feeling off balance from how much I drank tonight and there’s no way I’m making it home safely in these shoes.

But I also can't get back in that car.

If I’m in an enclosed space with them again tonight, my stupid, drunk, horny brain will make me do something even more messed up than sucking their dicks.

“Max, please, let’s just go home,” I say gently, trying to coax him into lookingmy way.