by Maddie King
I want to go on more and more, rant and shout and push him away from my door but I can’t do any of that because in a flash, he picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder. I yelp as he shuts my house door and then turns, walking across the street to get to his house.
“Put me down, Xander!” I yell.
“You think I’m childish, huh? I’ll show you childish, firecracker.” Before I know it, he’s hauling me into his house, storming up his stairs and into a room. His bedroom. I remember it quite well. It’s so bland. Only a king sized bed with a navy-blue bedspread and a flat screen T.V.
He drops me down on the center of the bed, climbing on top of me before I can get up. He presses his hard body down on me, pinning me down by the wrists.
“Let me go!” I struggle to get out of his grip, but he holds me tighter. He uses one of his forearms to hold me down over the chest, his other hand pushing his shorts down.
“You aren’t going anywhere,” he says against my lips. “Skirt on, no panties. What the hell was I supposed to think with you going to work like that and that guy all over you?”
“You don’t own me, Xander.”
“No?” He shifts up and then he’s fully inside me, so big and thick that I can’t even fight it anymore.
It feels too good. It always feels so good.
I gasp and whimper. I hate myself for this. I really do.
He wraps his hand around the back of my neck, smashing my lips with his, and our skin claps as he fucks me. He’s so relentless, his body heavy on me. He hitches my leg up with his free arm, thrusting deeper until I feel him deep in my belly.
“You know I own your pussy, Brooke. Just admit it. You fucking love my cock. Can’t go a day without it.”
“Screw. You,” I pant, and he strokes harder.
“I own you and you own me. I don’t want any other woman’s body but yours.” He sucks on my bottom lip and I clench around him. He groans when he feels it. “You know how hard that is for me to admit, baby?”
“You’re still an asshole,” I breathe, and then I squeal when he hits a tender spot that makes my toes curl. I wrap my legs around his waist, guiding him deeper. Veins pop up on his neck as he tries to hold off, but I know he’s about to cum. I know him.
He’s ready.
“Keep fucking me, Xander,” I breathe. “Like this. Like you own me, and you won’t have to worry about us ever stopping.”
He pounds faster. I cry out, arching my back, so close to climax too.
“We’re never fucking stopping,” he says against my lips. “Your pussy is like fucking gold.” He sighs, burying his face in my neck. I feel him tense up and then throb, and he lets out a loud, intense groan. “Fuck, I love coming inside you.”
He collapses after coming, breathing hard and deep, throbbing inside me.
When he pulls his face up, I slap him hard enough to catch his attention, and his gray eyes spark, like I’ve just turned him on even more. “If you ever come to my job trying to pick a fight again I will do worse than slap you next time!”
He chuckles. “I fucking won’t. Trust me. It’ll never happen again.”
“It better not.”
He grabs my wrist again, pinning it to the mattress. “But if you slap me again I’ll have to start spanking the hell out of you. Understand, firecracker?”
“Yeah, whatever.” I push him up with my legs and he lets go willingly. I adjust myself, looking out of his window and towards my house. “Shelby is moving in with her boyfriend next week.”
“Finally,” he says, picking up his lighter and the carton of cigarettes. He pulls one out and sparks the end of it. After he takes a long pull, he asks, “Gonna get a new roommate?”
“Maybe.” I sigh. “I’ll need help with some of the bills.”
“You know there is a solution for that, right?”
I look over my shoulder. “Yeah? What?”
“Let me move in.”
I scoff. “Yeah, right. Like I would let that happen.”
“Why the hell not? You need someone to help with the bills, I need a place to stay for a while. I’m tired of fucking looking. I’ll still be in my neighborhood. We get to fuck whenever and wherever we want. It’s a win-fucking-win, baby.”
“No, Xander.” I shake my head. “No offense, but no. You can’t be my roommate. I don’t trust you.”
“So you’d rather struggle than let me move in and occupy a room?” He seems annoyed by that.
“It’s not about struggling. What you did tonight was unacceptable. What if I get tired of you—or you get tired of me? What if you want more than just sex one day and I don’t want that? It wouldn’t work. We’d probably end up strangling each other.”
He’s quiet for a long time, taking another long pull from his cigarette. “You’re right. Wanting more than just sex from me wouldn’t work because, to you, I’m just the annoying as fuck neighbor that only comes in handy when you need to get off.” He pushes off the bed and walks to his bathroom. I hear the shower start up and then he returns. “Go home and get some sleep, Brooke.”
“Wait—Xander, I didn’t mean it like that!”
“No. I know exactly what you meant. Like my uncle said, I’m a waste of space. Apparently I am to you too. It’s cool.” He shrugs. “I’ve been disappointing people my whole life. Why stop now, right?”
My chest feels heavier now. “So…this is it?”
He shrugs. “That’s up to you. I don’t give a fuck either way. Plenty of pussy out there.”
I grimace. “Wow,” I scoff, storming for the door. “Whatever. Fuck you, Xander!”
10
Brooke
The Next Week
“I think I’m all set, Brooke.” We’ve just packed a few small things in Shelby’s trunk and now she’s fiddling with her car keys, standing beside her car. She’s so torn and I love her for it. She wants to stay, but she also wants to go. What kind of friend would I be to ask her to stay? There will be plenty of chances for us to hang out. Life has gotten in the way, but she will always be my bestie.
I grab her and reel her in for a tight hug. “Go have fun with your lover man,” I say as I squeeze her.
She giggles. “You sure you don’t need me to do anything else?”
“Yeah, I need you to get in your car and hurry over to Jake’s before he starts blowing up your phone and wondering where you are!”
“Okay.” She laughs. “I will call you every day!”
“Text or call.” I wink.
“Yes. And remember if you need anything at all, tell me!”
“I will.”
She steps back and opens her door. She jumps inside and I watch her crank it up and then pull out of the driveway. She waves one last time when she’s on the street and then she takes off. I watch her go from where I stand, until I can’t see her taillights anymore.
My eyes swing over to the house across the street. There is a for sale sign in the front lawn now. I saw the Sheriff put it in himself a few days ago.
I feel kind of bad for Xander, and about what I said, but he hasn’t contacted me and I refuse to drop my guard and run to him. he took what I said so offensively though and I feel awful.
He’s not a bad guy.
Does he do bad shit? Yes. But he’s not bad.
Not bad in bed and not a bad person either.
We had a lot of fun together.
I walk into the house with a sigh, shutting the door behind me. The house feels so vacant now, even though Shelby left the furniture for me to keep. She did take all of her movies though, like I knew she would. That girl loves her movies.
I slouch down on the couch. It’s getting late and I should sleep before my shift at Harlow’s. It will be my first night as assistant manager and I’m running the whole bar and club by myself.
There’s a knock on the door as soon as I start to doze off.
I perk up, hoping it’s him. Shooting to a stand, I rush for the door and pull it open, but my smile fades in a
n instant. It’s not him. It’s the…Sheriff?
“Uh, hi,” I say, folding my arms as he takes his hat off.
“Hello. Brooke, right?” he asks and I nod.
“Yes. Can I help you?”
“Yeah, you can. I’m actually looking for my nephew. Haven’t heard from him in a few days and since you live right across the street from him, I was just wondering if you’d seen him?”
my breath stalls a bit. “I—I haven’t. Not for a few days.”
“You haven’t seen his car in the neighborhood or anything?”
I shake my head. “No.” now that I think about it, it’s been at least three days since I’ve seen Xander. “Do you think he’s okay?” I ask quickly.
“Oh, I’m sure that boy is fine,” he sighs, looking towards the house he put on the market. “He’s just probably throwing one of his fits. Hiding somewhere and trying to get me to change my mind about selling the house.”
“Yeah,” I force a laugh.
“Well, if you see him at all, you’ll give me a call?” He digs in his front pocket for a business card, offering it to me.
“Yeah. Sure.” I take it from him and he puts his hat back on, turning and walking away. I shut the door and go to my room, but I can’t help but worry. I feel like his disappearance is somewhat my fault. I hurt his feelings. I cut him deep. I shouldn’t have said what I said.
I know it’s dumb to do, but I grab my phone off the nightstand and text him, asking if he is okay. I don’t get a response, and because I don’t, I can’t sleep. When it’s time for me to get ready for work, I panic a little more.
But I get dressed and go because I can’t be late tonight.
God, why does it have to be tonight when my head isn’t clear? Fucking Xander.
The club isn’t too busy, which is good. I need things to be easy for now so that I can get the swing of things. It’s going to take a while to get used to walking the whole club, making sure everything and everyone is accounted for, but I’m not complaining. It doesn’t beat making drinks all night, though.
As I check off a few things on the clipboard for supplies, one of the waiters comes to the back. “Hey, Brooke, there’s some guy asking for you out back.”
I look back at Reba, eyebrows dipping. “Did he say who he was?”
“Nope. Just said to ‘tell the redhead firecracker to come out.’” She laughs at that and I don’t know why, but I instantly fill up with relief.
I nod and place the clipboard down, walking past her. “Yeah, I know exactly who that is.”
I walk to the back and the music fades more and more the closer I get to the door. pushing it open, I step out and I don’t see anyone at first. Not even his car. But then I smell a cigarette burning and I look to my right.
Sitting on one of the broken stools from the bar is Xander. His hair is a mess, but in a sexy way. He’s wearing all black and he’s even grown out some facial hair. It looks fucking delicious on him.
I walk his way and he turns his head, but doesn’t meet my eyes.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, doing my best not to sound too thrilled about it.
“Wanted to see you,” he responds.
“Why? Need another quick fuck?” I roll my eyes.
He stands up, tossing the cigarette and stepping on the butt of it. “That would be fucking great, but no. That’s not why I’m here.”
“So…why?”
“I wanted to let you know that I’m moving to Virginia with my cousin. He has an apartment there. Says he’ll only make me pay half.”
I don’t know why my heart sinks hearing this. “Oh.”
He presses his lips. “So…yeah. Just thought I’d let you know.” He looks away.
I do too.
We’re quiet for a long time, but my heart is pounding now. “I should get back to work,” I finally say, taking a small step back.
He stares at me, but doesn’t say a word, so I keep stepping away. when I realize he isn’t going to stop me, I feel my heart shrivel up in my chest and I turn my back to him. walking to the door.
I grab the handle, but before I go in, I look back, asking, “Why stop by and tell me? Why not just go?”
He thinks it over, rubbing a hand over his scruffy jawline. “Because I like you.” he pauses. “And I wanted to see how you’d react. Wasn’t the way I was expecting though.”
“You like me,” I repeat. I release the door handle, facing his way again. “For how long have you liked me?”
“Too fucking long,” he grumbles.
I step towards him, palms clammy now, my chest so heavy. “Why didn’t you tell me that before?”
He gives me a small smirk. “It was just sex, right?”
I swallow hard. “Xander, I…I like you too.”
“Thought you hated me?” He cocks a brow.
“I mean, yeah, I hate you sometimes but…” I let out a deep breath. “I don’t know. Your uncle came by my house today looking for you. And when he told me he hadn’t heard from you and I realized I hadn’t seen you in days, it worried me. Too much. All night I’ve been worried about you and trying to figure out where you could be.”
He fights a smile. “Worried about me, firecracker? That’s a first.”
“I’ve thought about it—a lot. How it wouldn’t be so bad to have you as my roommate. You shouldn’t go to Virginia. You should stay here. With me. If we end up killing each other, then we’ll just kill each other.”
“You really think that’s a good idea? I’m not the most reliable person, Brooke.” His face is stern.
I shrug. “If it doesn’t work out, then you can go to Virginia with your cousin. If it does, well…it just does. But you’ll have to get a real job. No more scamming college students.”
He laughs at that. “Actually, a part of the reason I haven’t been around much is because I did get a job.”
“You did?” I breathe.
“Yep.” He wraps an arm around my waist, reeling me in. “It gets annoying as fuck being the disappointment. After that argument with you it made me realize I do need to get my shit together. I’m getting older, not younger. Plus, I was getting a little tired of the fucking partying too. It was good money, but it’s so fucking annoying.”
I giggle. “Yeah, I’m glad you came to that conclusion.” I rub a hand over his chest. “Where did you get a job?”
“Mechanic. Working on cars and shit.”
I grin. “That’s great, Xander.”
He sighs, looking down at me with hot gray eyes. “You sure about this, Brooke? I don’t want any bullshit. I move in and it’ll be fucking casual. IF we want to fuck, we fuck. If we don’t, we don’t.” he shrugs.
“Sure. But there’s one condition.”
“What?”
“No other women. You move in with me, you only get me. Got it?”
He chuckles, lowering his head and sweeping his lips across mine. “Oh, yeah. I got it all right.”
He holds me tight in his arms and I throw my arms over his neck to kiss him. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, but I hope it’s not a mistake. Me and Xander as roommates? That’s fucking shocking. But we live and we learn right? What’s the worst that could happen?
There will be rules, of course, but the way I see it, it will be a no-pressure thing. We do what we need to do and go day by day. I can deal with that. But I’m so serious about not having any other girls around.
I want to be the only one he takes. Me. it may sound selfish, but I don’t care because at the end of the day, all I want is him.
It’s only fair, right?
Epilogue
Xander
Eight Months Later
“Take your panties off,” I murmur, sitting in my office chair.
Brooke is standing in front of me, her red hair swimming around her shoulders. She has on a school uniform, looking sexy as fuck. It’s my birthday and she surprised me with this. I had a late night at the shop and was going to be home soon but I guess she
couldn’t wait because she’s hear now, wearing tights and a belly shirt tied in the front. Her skirt is short as hell, showing off those sexy legs.
She takes off her panties willingly. “I like your new office, babe,” she says in her sweet, seductive voice. “This kind of promotion suits you.”
Yeah, she’s right. It didn’t take me long to move up. I’m good at my job—even better than I thought. The cars get fixed and I don’t fuck around. I’ve been working on cars my whole life.
“I’m glad you like it,” I say, stroking my cock as I look up at her, “but I’m getting impatient, baby. You’re standing there with almost nothing on and all I want to do is fuck the shit out of you.”
She moans and comes towards me, lowering on my lap. As she drops, I feel her soaking wet pussy wrap around my tip and then she slides down, lower and lower, until she’s all in.
“Oh, fuck, that feels good,” I rasp. I clutch her plump ass in my hands and she sucks on my earlobe, grinding on my dick.
Shit has been great with Brooke. Hell, it’s been better than I thought. I was hesitant about us moving in together, but I can’t think of having it any other way now. I come home to her—to the only woman I want. The woman I’ve wanted for fucking years.
I come home to a nice meal and good pussy. I’ve grown to love her, and that takes a lot to admit, but I do. I love her and I want to be with her for as long as I can. Hell, one day I want to marry the shit out of her. I tell her I do every day.
I stand up with her still wrapped around me and lay her down on the desk, building up quick thrusts as I fuck her.
“Yes,” she moans, throwing her hands in her hair. “Like that.” it’s a good thing we’re closed and no one is here. She’s about to get loud real quick and I don’t want her holding back.
I pull out and flip her over, bending down and spreading her ass cheeks apart to lick her tight little hole. She tastes fresh and clean, like she showered before she got here. I wrap one hand around my swollen cock, ready to be inside her tight asshole.
“Your ass is always fresh when I need it to be,” I groan, pulling back.
