Time Will Tell

by Chantal Fernando

  “Holy fucking shit,” he says in a ragged tone, leaning his head back against the tiled wall. “That was amazing, Trill. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life. Seeing you on your knees like that. Fuckin’ fantasy.”

  He helps me up and turns the water off. Grabbing a white fluffy towel from the rack, he unfolds it and wraps me in it, drying me. After he dries my body, I wrap my hair in the towel while he gets out another one and dries himself. Silently, he leads me into his room, drops his towel, and sits me on the end of his bed. When he lowers to his knees and spreads my thighs, I fall back on the bed, my pulse racing.

  “Xander?”

  “What?” he whispers. “You didn’t think I’d leave you wanting, did you? I’m going to make you come with my mouth, then with my cock. Then I’m going to feed you, and then, Trillian, we’re going to sleep in my bed. Naked and wrapped in each other’s arms.”

  That sounds perfect.

  Then his mouth is on me… and it is perfect.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Trillian

  Summer is beautiful, an absolute stunner.

  “Nice to meet you, Trillian,” she says, pulling me in for a hug.

  “Nice to meet you, too,” I reply, smiling. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

  Summer takes a seat on his couch and we do the same. “Better be all good things.”

  Xander wraps an arm around my waist, bringing me closer to him. “Mostly. Where’s Reid?”

  Summer sips from her glass of water then puts it back on the coffee table. “He’s at the gym with Ryan and Tee.”

  “Who’s Tee?” I ask Xander.

  “Some crazy-ass woman Reid teaches self-defence to,” Xander replies, shaking his head. “You’ve heard of the band Morning Alliance, right?”

  I nod, my eyes going wide and glazed. Of course, I’ve heard of them.

  I fucking love them.

  Xander sighs. “Tee is Saxon’s woman.”

  “Holy crap, seriously?” I whisper, my hand coming up to my mouth. “Wow.”

  Summer laughs. “I know, right. He’s sexy as hell.”

  Xander’s eyes narrow on me.

  I shrug and my lip twitches. “I didn’t say it, she did.”

  “But you were thinking it,” Summer adds, smirking. “Calm down, Xander. The woman is yours, but she isn’t dead. Saxon Tate is a looker.”

  Xander scowls. “We’re kind of friends with him. Hang around in the same circle.”

  Summer laughs and nods. “Yeah, he comes into the bar from time to time.”

  “No effing way,” I mutter. I have to meet him. Have to. The whole band. “Maybe you could send me a text or something next time they’re going to be there.”

  Summer laughs harder.

  Xander scowls harder.

  I look between the two of them and decide to change the subject. “So, Xander says we’re going out to the bar that you and your husband own tonight?”

  The one the members of Morning Alliance apparently frequent.

  Holy crap.

  Summer nods, a grin playing on her lips. “Nice change of subject. And yes. Knox’s Tavern is Reid and Ryan’s bar. I think you’ll like it.”

  She turns to her brother. “What are you guys up to for the rest of the day?”

  Xander runs his fingers across my collarbone. “I have to go in to work. Trillian wants to see the shop so I’m taking her with me. Then we will meet you at the bar tonight.”

  Summer gives me a gentle look. “You two seem happy.”

  “We are,” Xander replies quietly, his eyes on me and a smile on his mouth.

  “Dad would have liked her,” Summer adds, smiling sadly and wringing her hands.

  I watch Xander for his reaction. His eyes turn pained for a second, but then he squeezes my hand. “He definitely would have.”

  I look down. “I hope so.”

  I know my dad would have liked Xander, too. Well, as much as a father can like a man who’s sleeping with his baby girl.

  “I hope we can spend some time together before you leave, Trillian,” Summer says. “Get my number from Xander. You can call me anytime, okay?”

  That was really sweet.

  “Thanks,” I reply. “I’d like that.”

  She smiles at me then looks at her watch. “Shoot, I have to get going. I’ll see the two of you tonight, though.”

  We say our goodbyes, and Xander and I walk her out. When the door closes, he turns to me and touches my chin with his fingers. “You okay?”

  I nod. “She’s lovely.”

  He smiles fondly. “She is something, that’s for sure. Do you want to hang out a bit or go straight to the shop?”

  I open my mouth to answer, but there’s a knock at the door.

  “Summer must have forgotten something,” he murmurs, opening the door. But it isn’t Summer. It’s a pretty little blonde staring up at Xander with a smile on her face.

  “Heard you were back. Sick of life in the country?” she asks, stepping over the threshold. She turns her head and finally sees me standing there.

  “Oh, hi,” she says, tucking her hair behind her ear.

  I look at Xander, who clears his throat, looking uncomfortable. “Trillian, this is Persephone, a friend of mine. Sephie, this is Trill.”

  Sephie? He’s never mentioned her before. But they’ve been together at some point. I know it. I can tell by their body language. And the way Xander is acting confirms it. The air between the three of us thickens to the point where I take a step back.

  “Nice to meet you, Persephone,” I finally say.

  She smiles at me then looks up at Xander. “Sorry, I didn’t know you had company.”

  “Trill’s staying with me for a week,” he says, staring at her pointedly.

  This is getting awkward.

  Well, even more awkward.

  “Should we go into the lounge room?” I ask, looking between the two of them. I begin to walk past Xander, who pulls me against his body.

  “Oh, um, actually, I think I might get going,” Persephone says after Xander flashes her a look.

  “Will we see you out tonight?” he asks, running his fingers up my spine.

  She glances at me before replying. “Not sure. Maybe. Was nice meeting you, Trillian.”

  “Bye, Sephie,” Xander says, closing the door as she leaves.

  I turn and walk into the kitchen, pulling out a drink from the fridge just to give me something to do.

  “She’s Reid and Ryan’s sister,” he says suddenly.

  I close the fridge and stare him down. “And an ex of yours?”

  He licks his lips, looking away. “We’ve been together in the past, yes.”

  “And why did she come here today? What would have happened if I wasn’t here?”

  Would he have slept with her? And I would be back in Channon without a clue. The thought occurs to me. “Did you sleep with her last time you were here?”

  Xander walks over to me and cups my face in his hands. “I haven’t touched another woman since Paula or whatever her name was that night. And I didn’t even kiss her! I wouldn’t cheat on you, Trillian. I’m many things, but disloyal isn’t one of them.”

  I exhale slowly. “So if I weren’t here, what would you have done? And be honest.”

  “I would have spoken with her. We’re friends at the end of the day. Then she would have left. I wouldn’t have touched her in any way,” he tells me, eyes gazing into mine. “I promise you, Trill.”

  “She’s beautiful.”

  “So are you. More so. And you’re mine, so that makes you everything to me.”

  “Why didn’t you want her to come inside? It made it feel like you were hiding something from me,” I say quietly.

  He looks away. “I didn’t want to hurt you, Trillian. It was awkward for me. I knew it would upset you. Fuck, I saw that guy you’d slept with and I wanted to kill him. You’ve already had to deal with that other woman, now I didn’t want you to have to deal with
Sephie as well.”

  Just how close is he with her?

  Am I overthinking this?

  “Okay?” he asks, kissing my brow.

  I sigh. “Okay.”

  I said that I trusted him. Now I need to prove it. To myself.

  *****

  Knox’s Tavern is completely packed. I meet Reid, Summer’s husband, Tag, Dash, and Ryan and his wife Taiya. They all seem so nice, and I can tell they are all really close. Xander has a great group of friends. Persephone is absent. I watch Xander interact with his friends, laughing and joking. He always makes sure to include me in conversations, or ask if I’m okay or if I need anything. He’s very attentive, and I appreciate that.

  “Have I told you how sexy you look tonight?” he whispers in my ear, running his hand down my bare back.

  “Only about ten times,” I reply, my cheeks heating. I’m wearing a black backless dress with long sleeves and a high neckline. The back is the focal point of the dress, of course, showing everything from my neck to just above the dimples on my lower back. I let my curly hair run wild, curls framing my face and draping over my shoulders. I put a little eyeliner around my blue eyes to make them pop, a little pink gloss, and I’m good to go.

  “You’re distracting me,” he murmurs. “I don’t even want to talk to anyone. I just want to take you home and do dirty, dirty things to you.”

  “Xander,” I giggle. “We have to stay at least another hour. You haven’t seen these people in a month. You need to socialise.”

  He buries his face in my hair. “I know.”

  “Xander, let the woman go for one second,” Tag mutters, smirking. “She isn’t going to run off.”

  Xander ignores him and kisses me instead.

  “Okay, Xander, seriously,” Summer interrupts. “I’m going to dance with Trillian. You go and have a drink with the guys.”

  She grabs my hand and pulls me to the dance floor. “Never seen my brother behave this way. In fact, if someone told me he was, I wouldn’t believe it.”

  I don’t know what to say to her, so I just give her a small smile.

  She takes me to the centre of the small dance floor and starts to move to the music. After a little while, I relax and do the same. I notice the men never approach Summer or get too close to her. I wonder if that has anything to do with Reid and the fact that he’s a trained mixed martial arts fighter. When I feel a pair of hands on my hips, I know instantly that it isn’t Xander. I push the hands off me, turn, and shake my head. The man before me grins charmingly and shrugs in a ‘well, I had to try’ kind of way. Unable to stop myself, I grin back. Unfortunately for me, he takes this as a yes and takes my wrist, pulling me into him.

  “I’m sorry, I’m taken,” I tell him. “I’m not interested.”

  Instead of being deterred, he decides to grope my ass.

  Before I know what’s happening, I’m pushed behind Xander, who says something to the guy. The man then pushes Xander, whose body doesn’t even falter, instead standing still and strong. Just how strong is Xander? Horrified, I watch as Xander raises his right arm and punches the man right in the jaw. The man staggers back, cupping his jaw. Xander takes another step toward him. Suddenly, I’m grabbed and pulled away from the commotion. I look back to see Reid with his arms around my waist and my back pressed to his chest. He carries me like I weigh nothing.

  “Stay here,” he demands, putting me safely behind the bar, right next to Summer. Reid goes back to Xander, who just hit the man again.

  “Holy shit,” I mutter, not knowing what the hell to do right now.

  I look at Summer, who is staring at her brother wide-eyed. “Whoa.”

  Whoa? That’s all she has to stay?

  “What the hell do I do?” I ask her.

  “Stay here like Reid said. He will sort them out,” she says, taking my hand in hers and squeezing gently. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen my brother lose his temper like that.”

  She looks at me as if seeing me for the first time. “Don’t hurt him, Trillian. He’s got himself so worked up over you, I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing.”

  I don’t know what to say to that.

  I see Xander searching the crowd for me, then heading toward me. Jumping over the bar, he wraps me in his arms, crushing me to his body. “Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine,” I tell him. “You didn’t have to hit him, Xander.”

  He shudders slightly as I rub his back. “He fuckin’ grabbed you. No one gets to touch you, Trillian. You’re mine and they should fuckin’ know better, and now they will.”

  I bury my face in his chest, listening to his racing heart and ragged breaths. “Let’s go home.”

  He nods and kisses the top of my head.

  “Too beautiful for your own damn good,” he rumbles into my ear.

  Then he drags me out of the bar and takes me home.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Xander

  I scared her.

  I’m an idiot.

  Trillian puts a bag of frozen peas on my knuckles, but I just watch her. I saw her face after I hit that guy, and she looked scared. I never want to see that look on her face again. When I saw him putting his hands on her, I lost it. I saw red. I don’t think I’ve ever been that angry in my life. What’s happening to me?

  All I know is I didn’t like seeing another man touch her. She’s mine and that’s final. At first, I told him to back off. I controlled myself. But when he pushed me first, all bets were off. I’ve never been so possessive of a woman before. I’ve never really cared that much if I’m honest with myself. Even with Sephie. After being with Trill, I realise that all Sephie and I had between us was an attraction that turned to friendship. There are always plenty of available women around, and one is just as good as another, but it’s so different with Trillian. I’m fuckin’ whipped, is what I am. The worst part is that I don’t even care. She’s worth it.

  “Do you get into a lot of fights?” she asks, wrinkling her nose.

  Great, now she thinks I’m some asshole who starts shit everywhere he goes.

  “No, I hardly get into fights,” I tell her. “I’m sorry if I scared you. I just saw you telling him no, but he still touched you and I lost it. I was trying to calm myself, but when he pushed me, he gave me the perfect excuse to teach him a lesson for touching you.”

  She runs her hand up my bicep, her eyes lifting to mine.

  “I was a little scared,” she admits. “More shocked, but shit happens, right? We’re both okay and that’s all that matters. You need to understand that I’m yours, and only yours.”

  If feels fuckin’ good hearing her say those words.

  “Is that right?” I murmur, lifting her onto my lap, straddling me.

  She nods. “Trust me, if another woman touched you, I wouldn’t like it one bit.”

  I gather her hair in my hand and move it to one side, over her shoulder. I lean forward and kiss her neck, my tongue licking the spot between her neck and shoulder. She shivers, so I do it again.

  “I don’t want to touch anyone but you,” I whisper, my lips exploring her neck. “And I never will.”

  She threads her fingers through my hair and pulls my head back so our mouths are almost touching. “I love you.”

  “And thank fuck for that,” I whisper against her pouty red lips. “I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t.”

  Then I kiss her.

  The kiss isn’t polite or reserved.

  No, it’s hot, all consuming, and demanding.

  It’s hungry. It’s needy.

  It’s teeth clashing, biting and sucking.

  Licking.

  Tasting.

  I devour her mouth.

  She moans as my hands start to wander over the dress I’d wanted to rip off her all night. Sliding the slinky black material up her thighs, I push the dress over her hips and up under her breasts.

  “Arms up.”

  She lifts her arms and I pull the dress off. Underneath,
she’s braless, so she’s left in nothing but a black thong. I cup the bare globes of her ass with both hands, squeezing and fondling. My mouth then pays attention to her breasts and sucks on her nipples.

  “Shit. Xander,” she groans as I playfully nip and lick. I do the same to the other, not wanting it to feel left out. Standing with her in my arms, I lower her to the floor. Reaching down, I rip off her thong in one swift move.

  “Leave the heels on,” I tell her, taking a step back and greedily taking in the sight before me.

  Fuck.

  I’m so hard and want in badly.

  Her dark curly hair is wild and untamed, framing her pretty face and falling down her back. Her blue eyes are heavy-lidded, staring back at me with such desire and need that I want to fall to my knees. Her pink nipples are beaded, begging for more attention that I’m going to give her in due time. Her small waist flares out into wide hips that I love so much. My eyes lower to her pussy, bare except for one strip of trimmed hair, then down to her sexy, strong thighs. Last, I enjoy the view of her heels, making her legs look even sexier.

  And she’s all mine.

  How did I get so lucky?

  “Turn around,” I tell her, my voice trembling slightly. “Put your hands on the wall and stick your ass out.”

  She nibbles on her bottom lip before doing as I asked. She places both hands flat on the wall, bending at the waist, sticking her ass out to me.

  What a fuckin’ view.

  Her ass is perfectly rounded, and she has a lot to grab.

  I like that.

  A lot.

  I pull off my shirt and remove my jeans, already having taken off my shoes when I entered the house. Sliding down on my knees behind her, I cup her and lower my mouth to her pussy. I start with one short lick before settling in for the long haul. Soon, I have her screaming, begging and pleading with me to let her come. When I feel her thighs tremble this time, I don’t pull away. I keep my mouth on her clit as she comes, sliding a finger inside her. I drag it out for her as long as I can, then stand and slide into her with one smooth thrust. She curses. I grip her hips, take a few steps back, and sit back down on her bed with her still on my dick, her back to my front. Hands on her hips, I lift her up and down, bouncing. My mouth finds her neck and my hands move to cup her breasts. My hips work up and down, thrusting up into her. Fuck, I can’t get enough. What has this woman done to me? She reaches her hands back and holds onto the back of my neck, then turns her face for a kiss. I slow down the rhythm of my thrusts as I pay attention to her lips.