Page 40 of Eternal Pieces
“Yes, baby. Give your big brother a taste of that milk.”
Her screams as my lips latch onto her other nipple quickly turn into moans of pleasure.
This is incredible. I’m actually sucking milk from my little whore’s breast. Not only is her heart completely ours, but her body knows who it belongs to as well.
“You’re so fucking sweet,” I mumble, catching my breath.
Lust and exhaustion glaze Violet’s eyes, her lips parting with soft pants. She cups the back of Max’s head, holding him in place on her breast, and reaches for me to do the same. It would be mean not to oblige her needs.
“How does this feel so good?” she exhales blissfully.
I would ask the exact same thing if my mouth wasn’t stuffed full of tit and milk.
After what could be a few minutes or a full hour—I’m too milk-drunk to tell—Violet wearily says, “I-I need to lie down.”
Max and I work together to make her comfortable on the bed. He takes his wet clothes off and lies next to her, popping a nipple back into his mouth. I do the same on the other side.
She cups our heads again. Nothing has ever felt as right as this moment. We’ve always belonged to each other, and now we’re fully connected.
It’s not long before her grip on my hair slackens, her hands flopping down to the mattress where she’s fallen asleep. I look over at Max and see he has as well, with her nipple still in his mouth. I’m just pleased he’s found a new stress reliever. Hopefully, he’ll be able to calm down for the rest of the pregnancy.
CHAPTER 18
VIOLET
It’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 barelyable 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.
