Loving Violet (Rockers' Legacy Book 4)

“Megan approached Vi while you were changing,” he supplied. “It’s nothing, though. Vi handled herself well.”

“What does that mean?” he bit out.

“It means no blood was shed and no one left in tears.” I cupped the side of his face. “I’m so hungry, Luca. Can we go eat now? Then maybe we can go sit on the beach for a little while and just look at the stars together before we have to go home.”

“You’re sure you’re okay?” he asked, concern darkening his eyes.

“Don’t I look okay?” I asked with an arch of my brows.

“You look beautiful as always, babe.” His lips touched mine for all of two seconds before he stepped back. “Food and then the beach.”

Grinning, I settled into my seat, already putting Megan out of my mind. “How about food on the beach? Like a picnic.”

“Yes!” Shaw cried from the back seat. “That’s ten times better than any stupid party.”

Jagger grunted. “What kind of parties do you go to that a picnic on the beach sounds better?”

“Your parents have failed you, Jags,” Shaw told him with a resigned sigh. “I really don’t know how Aunt Emmie hasn’t made you appreciate the smaller things in life.”

“Pizza or burgers?” Lyric asked from the other side of my best friend. “Because as hungry as I am right now, I could eat both.”

“I know a place that serves both,” Shaw commented. “But it’s closer to my house.”

“What are we waiting for, then?” Lyric grumbled when Luca got behind the wheel. “Bro, let’s go.”

As he drove out of the parking lot, I caught sight of Megan again. As we passed her and her friends, I couldn’t help but watch her in the side mirror. The way her eyes followed the vehicle as we drove away made something hard set in my stomach, causing my appetite from earlier to fade.

She was all talk. I knew that. We all did.

Because Luca would never do anything to break my heart again.

Chapter 14

Luca

The sound of Shaw’s laugh as Lyric and Jagger chased her up and down the beach echoed in the distance. Above me, the stars were glittering like diamonds, but they had nothing on Violet’s eyes as she looked up at me with the firelight glittering in their depths.

Once we found a place to have our picnic, the girls had spread out the two blankets Lyric had found at some shop beside the restaurant where we’d picked up dinner, while Jagger and I started a small fire on the beach in a pit someone else had made and left.

The food had been good, but the company was even better, especially with Violet pressed up beside me, feeding me the toppings she didn’t like off her pizza. Throughout the meal, Shaw had been a smartass to Jagger and flirted with Lyric, and the result was Jagger finally getting tired of her running her mouth and threatening to spank her.

She’d taken off running down the beach because Jagger wasn’t one to make idle threats, squealing and laughing. Shaw was fast. Her long legs let her eat up any distance in no time. But Jagger’s were longer. Still, he let her get away, and I knew he was enjoying the chase.

When Shaw had yelled for Lyric to help her, I’d been all too thankful to have time alone with my girl. Something my twin no doubt knew and understood because, instead of helping Shaw, he’d started chasing her himself.

That was when Violet had moved from sitting beside me into my lap facing me. “Luca,” she murmured. Her sweet voice was husk

y, and I knew she was thinking about the hard-on that was pulsing against her ass. The way she squirmed had me biting back a groan, but it was how she looked up at me through her lashes that made me nearly come in my jeans.

“What is it, baby?” I pushed a few locks of her blond hair back from her face, letting my thumb caress over her cheek as I did.

Even in the glow of the fire, I saw the way her cheeks turned pink, making me wonder what the hell she was thinking if she was blushing so fiercely. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, and I knew whatever was playing through her head right then was dirty.

“Tell me, Vi,” I commanded softly when she didn’t answer.

“Do you…you know?” She sighed when I just gave her a blank look. “Do you…think of me…and touch yourself?”

“Every night,” I admitted without hesitation, not in the least embarrassed. The pink in her cheeks deepened, and she squirmed against me even more. “Baby, you’re killing me. I love having you on my lap like this. It’s the perfect torture, but my control slips a little more every time that sweet ass brushes against my cock.”