We don’t say anything as we follow behind Claire, Xavier, and Violet. Feeling my eyes on her, Violet looks over her shoulder and glares at me. But I can see the panic in her eyes.
We’ve made our intention known.
When we get close enough to see the food trucks, Violet stops, and I almost walk into her. “Look, I’m not all that hungry. I might just check out the um—” She looks around trying to find something, anything.
“Are you sure you’re okay Sweetheart? You weren’t feeling well last night.”
“Yeah, Letty you did look a little flushed last night when I checked on you.”
I try to cover my laugh with a cough, I know I failed when Violet throws me a narrow-eyed look.
Claire looks at Landon, “Oh, you checked on her last night? You’re such a good big brother Landon.”
I can’t hold it in this time and let out a chuckle. Violet tries to throw her elbow into my stomach, but I take a step back, so she only grazes me.
“That wasn’t an eye roll, little one, but I will definitely add it to the count.” she once again glares at me, only cementing her fate. I bend down to whisper in her ear. “Three.” Then I lightly tap her ass to encourage her to move forward.
“You’re all a bunch of-”
Claire cuts her off “Violet, don’t you dare finish that sentence.”
“Claire, they’re big boys, they can handle our little girl’s name-calling.” Xavier chimes in.
“I’m not a little girl, I’m an adult, and these morons are fucking morons.” With that, she turns around and barges through us.
Claire’s face turns bright red, from embarrassment or anger I’m not sure.
“Don’t worry Claire, we will go see if she’s okay. Maybe the breakup is affecting her.” Landon playing into the caring older brother role. I snort, Landon a big brother.
“Thank you, Landon,” she places her hand on his arm before turning and walking away.
An evil, crooked grin breaks over Landon’s face. “Let’s go get our girl.”
Violet
Stormingoff might not be proving that I’m an adult but kicking the rocks definitely isn’t.
Fucking Landon, ramping up his annoyance. Fucking Axel, playing his silent brooding role. Fucking Maverick, threatening to spank me.
That thought is both thrilling and nerve-racking.
I walk around the festival with no destination in mind. Soon enough I find myself at the edge of the festival.
“Letty!” Landon’s yelling my name.
I contemplate running ahead into the bush.
“Don’t think about it, Letty.”
“How do you do that?”
“Do what?”
Before I know it, my back is flushed against his chest; his hand is splayed on my stomach. Holding me possessively. “Know what I’m thinking,” I let out softly.
“Easy. I know you, Letty.” He then grinds his groin into my ass.
Oh my god, he’s hard. What’s worse is, I push back, grinding my ass against his erection. He groans in response and then Axel and Maverick are either side of me.
