by Quell T Fox
“You’re scared.” I say, taking another sip of my water. Trying to keep the conversation casual, so he doesn’t feel pressed to open up. “Of what?” I ask, sitting back.
“Losing you.”
CHAPTER 28
Friday
The rest of the afternoon went by quickly. It was fairly busy after lunch. A lot of people dropping off their cars and even more picking them up. I hadn’t realized that there is another lot behind the building. It’s filled with cars that are waiting to be picked up by their owners. Alec’s business – which is called Aaron’s, for some reason – does seem to be making plenty of money. Not that I didn’t believe Alec, but I guess I needed to see if for myself. I’m that kind of person.
I texted back and forth with the guys, which made my day that much better. Even Callan answered on his lunch break, he isn’t able to have his phone out throughout the day. He’s teaching classes, he’s busy. I think back to what I would have done in school if my teacher was as hot as Callan. Be the reason someone loses their job, that’s what. I wonder how many girls in his class swoon over him daily, and then I push the thought from my mind when I realize how annoyed I get at thinking about it.
Lenny texted the most, of course, telling me what him and Maddox were up to. They spent the early afternoon at the bar, sorting through stuff. Lenny sent me a quick video of him rocking out on his drum set. I’d be lying if I said that it didn’t turn me on… he also kept sending me shots of Maddox’s ass, which I was totally grateful for. He’s dressed exceptionally well today, looking like the entrepreneur that he is. Fitted black slacks, with a black button up shirt – the sleeves rolled up his perfectly tan, tattooed arms. The clothes clinging to him like another layer of skin.
Yummy
Only a slight tingling in my chest reminded me how far away they really were. I know that I’d be with them again, soon enough.
Alec tried to pay me in cash today, but I wouldn’t allow it. I told him to pay me at the end of the week, like everyone else. I don’t want special treatment. One, because it isn’t fair to everyone that puts in their hard work each day. Especially those guys that bust their asses, when what am I doing? Nothing compared to them. Two, if I start getting treated differently then it isn’t going to feel like a job, it’ll feel like a handout and that is not what I want. It would defeat the purpose of working. I may as well just stay home like they want.
I walk into my room, well, Callan’s room, wearing only a towel. I don’t bother bringing clothes into the bathroom with me (ah, the conveniences of having a bathroom off the bedroom). My eyes immediately move to the door leading to the hallway. It’s open. I swore I closed it. I know I closed it. When I reach the door, my fingers curl around the handle and I get the sudden feeling that someone is behind me. The hair on the back of my neck stands up and I straighten. I turn, ready to face whatever asshole broke into the house this time. I’m not going down without a fight.
The shirtless, tattooed asshole that comes into my view is lucky that I’m in a towel, because if I were clothed, I’d beat his ass for making me think that I was about to be murdered.
“How the hell did you do that?” I ask, because he was not there a minute ago. I would have seen him when I came out of the bathroom.
“Vampire.” He says behind a cocky smirk. Shrugging those sexy, muscular shoulders that I want to run my tongue along.
I purse my lips as I release the door handle and turn to him fully. It finally hits me. “Wait, so you were invisible? Seriously? You can do that?!” He shrugs again and saunters over to the bed. His black cotton pajama pants hang low on his hips, showing off the perfect curve of his ass, and the scrumptious V that’s on the other side. I run my tongue over my bottom lip. His chest, stomach, back and arms are covered in black and grey tattoos. Not an inch of color anywhere. He slides onto the bed and takes a seat with his back against the headboard.
I don’t think he has an ounce of fat on his body. His six pack is very clearly defined at all times, and his arms are cut with muscles that I can’t seem to stop looking at, nor do I want to. That smirk hasn’t left his lips, and at this point I can’t even blame him because I am openly ogling him. It’s my fault. It’s all my fucking fault.
“What do you want?” I ask, ignoring the throb between my legs.
“Come here,” he says, Crooking a finger at me and avoiding my question.
I like playing hard to get. He’s cocky most of the time so he needs something to give him a step back. Though, I don’t think it works, because unfortunately, he’s smart and he knows I do it on purpose. He knows that he’s irresistible in my eyes – in most women’s eyes, I’m sure. It is still fun. Yet, I can’t bring myself to do it right now. I’m too tired for games (spending the day at work, even though I didn’t do much still tired me out). Not too tired for sex though, never too tired for sex. Ever.
I drop my towel, tilting my head to the side. His eyes drop to my breasts and then run down my body before moving back up to my eyes.
“I said come here.” His deep, dark tone makes me want to stand here longer. What is he going to do if I don’t move? Will he come get me? Maybe punish me for not listening? Spank me?
A girl can dream.
I bite my bottom lip before walking slowly to the bed. Maddox watches me through half-lidded eyes. I bend over, placing my hands flat on the bed and I slowly crawl up to him. I straddle his waist and his hands slide around my hips and find my ass. He pulls me close to him, his erection rubbing at my sensitive parts, my breasts inches from his mouth. A pleasured sigh leaves my lips the same time that a grunt leaves his. I lean down, capturing his mouth in mine. His tongue runs along the seam of my lips and they part for him.
“Are you still–” I turn my head towards the door, towards the voice that I hear – the one that has the worst luck in the universe – but Maddox captures my face between his fingers and slowly shakes his head. Look at me. That’s what his eyes tell me. It’s sexy as fuck. His hand slides down my face, around my throat, stopping at the front of my chest and the other snakes around my waist and stops at the small of my back. He moves his head to the side, looking around me towards the door. The expression on his face tells me that someone is still there.
“I think someone wants a show,” he says quietly. Nope. No way. He’s lying.
Maddox’s tattooed hands slides to my ass once again as he kneads the full flesh with his fingers.
“Don’t move.” His voice is raised and somehow, I know he isn’t talking to me. “Come inside. Shut the door.” I stare straight ahead, everything in me wants to turn around, but something is stopping me. The excitement? The mystery? I’m not sure. A moment later the soft click of the door tells me that someone made a decision. I can’t tell if we are alone or not. Maddox lifts my thigh and pulls it over him, causing me to turn and sit on his lap, my back to his front. Only then do I realize that we are in fact not alone. I swallow. Hard. My mouth suddenly dry, yet my stomach is filled with happy butterflies. Very, very happy butterflies.
Is this is really going to happen?
Callan stands on the inside with us, sporting an erection that couldn’t be hidden for anything. His hand is still on the doorknob. He looks as if he’s trying to convince himself that he made the right choice in staying. Trust me, you did. There is a hunger in his eyes, one that I’ve never witnessed before. Not from him, or from anyone. His throat bobs as he swallows but doesn’t move otherwise. His chest heaves rapidly with the breaths that he takes. Maddox grabs my thighs and spreads them wide for Callan to see. I’m on full display. Callan’s eyes dip to my core, his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. He’s hungry. The soft glow of the lamp by the bed is enough for Callan to see everything. I should feel vulnerable, shy, nervous… but I don’t. My eyes are glued to Callan’s, that have this new shade of dark to them, and something tells me to go with this. So, I do.
He wants to be here. I remi
nd myself.
I slide my hands up my stomach and over my breasts, taking my nipple between my fingers. I pinch and tug at the pink flesh, causing it to harden. I then move to the other, doing the same. I take my bottom lip between my teeth and look up at Callan under my lashes. He still hasn’t moved. Maddox runs his hands down the outside of my thighs, then drags his fingers up the insides, getting close to my core but not touching it. Not yet. Callan is still, his hands by his sides. He’s dressed in pajama pants as well, only he has a shirt on. I worry for a moment that he’s uncomfortable. Then I remember this is Callan, and if he didn’t want to be here, he wouldn’t be. It’s that simple. He is that simple.
Maddox takes my hand and brings it down towards my center. He guides me to my entrance and presses my fingers inside just enough to wet them. They then slide up and over my clit. My hips buck at the sensation and I lean my head back onto Maddox’s shoulder, breaking the eye contact with Callan as they flutter closed.
Maddox continues to guide my hands around my pussy, doing whatever he wants – making me do whatever he wants – and I let him. He guides my hand around me like he’s a pro, like he’s owned this pussy his entire life. My hips move faster, getting so close to the edge, but then Maddox pulls away.
“Do you want some of this?” Maddox’s voice is husky in my ear. Full of lust and need. I lift my head to see Callan’s response and he nods, just barely. “Then come get it,” Maddox says, and I hear the smirk in his tone. Callan takes a step forward, then pauses. He pulls his shirt over his head with one arm and then continues with his steps. My eyes go to his firm abs, and the bit of hair that trails down his belly button to below his pants. He doesn’t stop when he reaches the bed, he crawls right up and towards me eagerly. Our eyes lock. I think he’s going to kiss me. I lick my lips in anticipation, but he surprises me by dropping his head between my legs. A gasp escapes my lips at the sudden warmth of his tongue on my sensitive flesh. When Callan starts to fuck me with his tongue, Maddox uses his fingers to rub my clit and bring me to my first orgasm. Callan’s fingers are digging into my thighs, like I’m what’s keeping him grounded to this earth. Like if he lets go, he’ll float off and never find his way back. I know it’ll leave bruises, but I don’t care. Callan’s strength shows for the first time, as he holds me in place while he fucks me with his mouth. A sharp scream escapes my lips over my first orgasm. I shake, and twist but Callan doesn’t let up.
Maddox moves his hands to my breasts as Callan continues his assault on my pussy. Something about him acting like this is driving me wild. Shy, quiet Callan has turned into a sex crazed maniac. He’s like the sex version of Mr. Hyde, only way hotter. His hands move to my waist, grabbing at my sides as his tongue moves up to my clit. The next orgasm that washes over my body comes out of nowhere. It catches me off guard and I thrust my hips into Callan’s face, digging my fingers into his hair. Maddox chuckles quietly behind me, his hardness digging into my ass.
“Fuck her, Callan. Do it.” Maddox whispers in my ear, before nipping at my lobe. Callan heard him, too. His voice was loud enough, and that was the point.
Callan pauses for a moment, tensing at Maddox’s words. He sits up, his face glistening with me all over it. My eyes move to the outline of his cock, before he pulls his pants down. I’m pleased to see that he doesn’t have anything underneath those pants. His thick, silken length bounces free and I moan at the sight of it. Needing it in me as soon as fucking possible. He moves forward on his knees, widening his stance to get low enough to press his cock between my legs. His lips find mine as he rubs his thickness over my entrance and up to my clit. I jerk, unintentionally, at the sensation. It’s sensitive. So fucking sensitive from two orgasms so close together. I moan into Callan’s mouth as he pulls away and pushes himself all the way in. I let out a breathy gasp.
“You like that? You like having him in you?” Maddox whispers into my ear. He’s like the devil on my shoulder, while the angel in front of me fucks me to oblivion. I reach my hands up, wanting to tangle them in Callan’s hair, but Maddox gets to them first. He pins them behind my back, holding them in place while Callan fucks me slowly. He takes both wrists into one hand as he frees his erection with the other. He rubs it against my hands as he strokes himself. Callan’s cock continues to move in and out with ease, while I reach for Maddox behind me.
“Faster, Callan.” He does. Without question and without hesitation. He listens to every word that Maddox says. Faster. Slower. Harder. Whatever Maddox says, Callan does. My legs slide off Maddox’s and around Callan’s waist. The angle causes him to hit an entirely new spot inside of me that starts me right back up that mountain of pleasure. Callan moves faster on his own accord. His eyes move from mine, to the side of me. I’m very aware of Maddox’s hand moving quickly behind me, his other is still gripping my wrists. I couldn’t get out if I tried, and I know that’s the point. I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about this – being restrained. I now know that I love it and he can do this to me every day for the rest of my life. They love having the control over me. Especially Maddox. I’m not sure how it happened or why, but in an instant Callan is pushing forward, beyond my face. I turn my head to follow his movements and find him and Maddox locked in an extremely heated kiss. The sight throws me over the edge, and I come so hard that I see stars and go deaf. In the same instant, Callan let’s out a groan into Maddox’s mouth and I feel his seed pumping into me. Seconds later, the hot spray of come warms my back.
“Fuck.”
Callan pulls away from Maddox and out of me. His face pinkens slightly and he disappears into the bathroom. Maddox leans back, letting out a satisfied sigh. How a sigh could sound satisfied I’m not entirely sure, but the grin on his face tells me that I’m right in my assumption. I want to go in after Callan. I want to tell him that everything is okay, that I’m not judging him and honestly, that was hot as fuck. But I can’t. Because Callan just fucked me into a coma. Instead, Maddox pulls me over him, spooning me from behind. I nestle into the pillow and fall asleep.
CHAPTER 29
Friday
-WEDNESDAY-
Today we go to the Prophet. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. I’m not sure what to expect. Which is the worse outcome? Being told I am not human? Or that I am only human?
Alec stayed home from work – it wasn’t worth the drive, knowing he would have to leave early anyway. Which means I am also not going to work. I thought about arguing my point of wanting to go, but something told me it wouldn’t go over well with Alec. So I kept my mouth shut. The only person going to work is Callan. He didn’t want to miss another day after just taking off three weeks. Callan, ever the responsible one.
I lay in bed, still naked and cuddled into Maddox’s muscled arms. I love being cuddled with any of my guys, but something about Maddox’s size and demeanor makes me feel safe and small, but not small in a bad way. His firm body is against my back, I feel each rise of his chest with every breath he takes. Our fingers are interlocked, his forearm pressed between my breasts. The warm light floods in through the windows, shining over us.
I admire the black artwork on his forearm. I haven’t taken time to look at his tattoos, we haven’t had many moments like this. The hand in front of me is covered with an elephant head. The trunk running down his middle finger and the tusks running down each of the fingers on the side. The crown on its head is covered in jewels. It’s beautiful, and simple. My eyes trail higher up his arm, which is filled in with flowers and stars and skulls, that disappear around his shoulder and down his back.
We lay there for a long while before Callan comes in to kiss me good-bye, telling me that he’ll see me later. After our escapades last night, he showered and took off back to his room (the room he’s staying in, because I am currently occupying his room), avoiding Maddox at all costs. I woke up this morning in Maddox’s arms and neither of us have spoken a word of last night. A car starts up outside and then the sound slowly fades as it get
s further away from me. Maddox snuggles closer, letting out a quiet sigh. His face nestling into the back of my neck, the warmth of his breath on my skin comforts me in an odd kind of way.
“Tell me about your mom,” I say softly.
“What about her? She’s a piece of shit.” His words are harsh, but his tone is filled with sleep.
“I don’t know. I know you all have issues with your parents, Callan explained some about his but not much. Alec… well, he didn’t say much at all, but I guess he said enough. Now I know all about Lenny’s mom, but what about yours?”
He lets out a long sigh, before answering my question. “She died a week before my 18th birthday. You ask me? It was the best damn birthday gift she ever got me. She was a hardcore drug addict, in and out of rehab my entire life. She was a shit parent that put her bad habits before her own kid. She used me to get what she wanted, which mostly consisted of money, and she never treated me like her son. She overdosed, and at that point it didn’t matter anymore since I was on my way out anyway. I had a week left before I could officially do what I needed to do for Lenny and me. If she’d have died when I was younger, I probably would have been better off, though, things wouldn’t have been as smooth for Lenny.” His tone is soft, yet emotionless.
“Everyone ignored that I was still 17 when she died, since by the time they would have found me a home, I’d be too old for the system. I stayed in the house because it was my grandparents. It was paid off and left to me. It was nice for a while, enough for Lenny and me, but as soon as I saved enough money to get out, we sold it and moved somewhere else. I didn’t want to stay in that shit hole that was filled with bad memories. No one knew that I had Lenny, no one in that town paid attention to anything. I don’t remember her not doing drugs, it’s the only thing I think about when I think about her. There was never anything good.”
