15. Vicki
Chapter 15
Vicki
A yawn found me as the morning sunrise highlighted through the windows. I rolled over, feeling something physical next to me, and it radiated heat. My eyes popped open, sensing someone in my room when I always slept alone. Panic found me right before I saw the tussled black curls my hands were running through last night... many times. I wasn't in my house because I'd been kidnapped by three hunky men who kept fucking me constantly.
Though, an ache settled between my thighs that felt like more than just rough sex. I'd been showering often and keeping things clean. Hell, I had three showers yesterday, but part of that had been from the blood I got on me. Chafing found me at the wo rst of times, saddling against my pussy lips and inner thighs. There wasn't a question as to what sat between my legs, but I didn't want to say anything because they still hadn't okayed my plea to message Luce. God, I missed her. We never went more than a day without checking in somehow.
"It's early," Talon groaned, realizing I'd been shifting in the sheets beside him.
"Sorry, my body is wired to be up and going by now." I shrugged, hating how I complied to my job's high standards.
"I worked nights at a factory. I came home in the middle of the night and slept 'til I had to go do my cleaning gigs," he grunted, rolling over to give me a lazy smile. Though, that wasn't the only thing I saw.
A wince etched on my features as some bruising lined the bridge of his nose and below his eyes. I gave him two shiners because I had a neurological disorder common folk called clumsiness. My brain short circuited in certain moments, and I wound up on my ass or beating the shit out of the man paying me in orgasms. "Ow, your face," I hissed, reaching to skim the swollen skin.
"It feels bette r today, I swear." He lazily smirked. It should be illegal to look that good in the morning. Something did a backflip in my lower belly. "At least no one will see me while I'm doing my cleaning gigs."
"Cleaning gigs." I winked.
He laughed. "I do have normal cleaning jobs at some buildings in the city. It's how I keep my cover of using my van for the other cleanups."
"Does it pay well? Is that why?" I chewed my bottom lip, worrying I might've overstepped by asking.
"More than a factory can provide." He raised a brow, knowing what I really wanted to ask.
"I've noticed how many boxes Kage ships after spending the afternoon in the basement, and Leopold works from his laptop. So why the ransom? I mean, I'm not mad you're giving my dad the finger, but it does make me wonder why when I've calculated in my head that you make well above a livable wage."
"You're a numbers girl. I forgot." He sat up in the bed and stretched his naked torso, letting my eyes delight in all the muscle he had. How did a man like him not have a woman wrapped around his cock... er, I mean finger already? Hell, they were all fucking amazing with their bedroom skills. Le opold could cook shit and make it taste good, Kage kept hobbies most girls would kill for their man to have for better bonding time, and Talon stared at me like I was the center of his universe. He did it just now, glancing down at my lying form tucked under the sheet. "In short, the money isn't for us, and that's all I'm going to say."
"How are you single?" I realized too late that I said it out loud, giving him a face that told him as much as a blush crept along my cheeks. His lazy grin melted my insides.
"By choice." He tensed a little with the answer, his smile no longer reaching his brown eyes. "I had a bad relationship that nearly destroyed me, so I don't want to be tied down ever again. Kage and Leopold have had similar things, so we just fuck when we need to and have each other for companionship."
"You never get lonely?"
"I just said I have them," he mused.
"I mean like at night. Like when you lay down and stare at the ceiling, hearing the silence of your house, the coolness of the sheets next to you."
"My heart turned to ice a long time ago, Little Diva. That coldness on the other side of the bed? It felt like home after hell." He co uld see I didn't like his answer because it didn't match the man I'd experienced. "Don't be catching feelings. This is just a fling until we get that money from your dad."
"I never said I was catching feelings!" I bolted up, pissed he'd assume I was. "I asked why you're single. Besides, I know I'm too much for you and the others. One week with me is one thing, but most get tired of me by a month in. It's easier staying single and finding a fuck buddy who won't disappoint."
"A fuck buddy, huh? Is that what you're calling us?"
"No. You said it yourself, this is a fling. It'll be short-lived, and we'll move on. It'll hold me over until I find a fuck buddy, though."
Something hardened in his eyes. It was as though he didn't like the idea someone else would touch me, but he could fuck off with that because he just slammed the door right in my face. I just had to remind myself to not get attached.
Sex was sex...
Yeah, but this was good sex...the kind that had a girl blurring the lines because she liked it too much, and I already listed their attributes. Plus, I never left here during this fuckfest. How was I supposed to not catch feelings? I needed Luce more than ever. Keeping the sheet tucked around my breasts, I reached to the floor where my shirt fell last night after we came in. The baggy shirt draped down me as I slid it on now that I wanted out of his bed. I was in his shirt, so I wanted him to know I didn't want to be in his shirt after he took away how special I'd been feeling. "I really need to make that text to my friend. I need some feminine supplies, and it'd be nice to wear clothes that are my own."
My face turned up at the fabric like it wasn't good enough to clad my body. Rationally, I knew I couldn't be upset with him because he was being honest, but I couldn't help but pop an attitude. It hurt to hear he didn't want me, but he wanted my body. God, I was being such a girl, but I felt the punch to my gut.
I liked them, dick and all. Plural. Though, that'd be its own issue because I wouldn't be able to have all three.
"Little Diva," he nearly cursed the nickname he gave me.
"Please just call me Vicki. It's more formal and less meaningful." Yeah, I gave myself away, but it made him quiet, recognizing where he'd also fucked up in this scenario. "And I'd like my phone back, so I can start vetting a new fuck buddy for when I'm done here." I went to get off the bed, but he grabbed the back of my shirt to yank me down. The startle made a huff of surprise leave my lips.
Talon rolled for him to nearly be on top of me, but he kept most of his body at my side. It was dominant, holding me down without much restraint, and I knew better than to move. He didn't like my words, but I didn't like his either. His eyes saw the stern expression I returned when he sought my gaze for answers. "You're a fucking brat, Little Diva."
"And you're an asshole." Being petty, I stuck my tongue out at him.
Talon surprised me by rushing his mouth over mine, sucking my tongue into his mouth, refusing to give it back. The pull hurt the piece of flesh under my tongue, so I tried pushing him away. My strength didn't work against his firmness. I also fucking hated how much I enjoyed feeling his abs in their naked heat. He wouldn't stop the discipline until I relented, so I did because I didn't know how to fight this one. No one had ever sucked my tongue into their mouth and kept sucking to suction it inside. It silenced me, and it let him best me.
He let go, wait ing to see what I'd do with one eyebrow raised at me in question. I folded my arms below him as my mouth tried to figure out how to function again. He brushed some of my blonde hair out of my face, but it got tangled in the knots forming because I only had my fingers to brush through it after I showered. They remembered a toothbrush but not a hairbrush. "You didn't let me finish."
"I've let you finish multiple times," I corrected, reminding him how many times he'd cum inside me.
"It's not because I don't want you, Little Diva. It’s complicated."
I snorted. “What are you, a social media status?”
His incredulous look warned me not to get smart again, but I always had something to say. He looked to the ceiling, swearing under his breath, resigning himself to whatever he realized he had to do. "My marriage ended because she'd been cheating on me. She thought I was 'just' a factory worker, so I didn't make enough for her."
"But you also have your cleaning business?" I said it like a question because he made more than that. Though, I didn't see why it mattered so much. It might've been because I came from money, but I just saw Talon as a hardworking man. Why would that not be enough?
"She knew I did a side hustle, but she didn't know what you know. She didn't care to ask how much I made. She didn't like the stigma of my job titles, so she figured out who to sleep with at our job to make it to a higher person. She wanted money and a title."
"I'm sorry," I whispered, knowing what it was like to be cheated on. "I dated a guy my father wanted me to. I thought things were going well, but I was young, naive. He was like most rich guys, looking good for the camera, but he was doing the shady things most do. I was his golden ticket to an easy life, but he thought paying for sex was better than having it with me."
"What?" He stiffened.
"Yeah, he left me with quite the complex because he kept telling me I needed to lose weight. I needed to look like so-and-so or I embarrassed 'us'. I was too rich to have extra weight, according to him, but he wanted me to keep my boobs," I scoffed and shook my head.
"So you understand why I don't want a relationship!" his exclamation made me disagree.
"I got over Carson, and realized he was his own enemy, but he did irreversible damage to my psyche. I never thought I'd be able to be naked with a man ever again, and I thought they'd a ll judge the rich fat girl who has enough money to have it surgically fixed."
"But you've been walking around naked here?" Good. He was getting to the point I needed to make.
"Lucinda, my best friend who I want to text for things. She's been resurrecting the old me ever since. She makes it a point to make me do things that'll push me out of my comfort zone, but that'll also build up my self-esteem." I shrugged below him. "I made it a point to heal for it not to weigh on me constantly. Sure, I have moments of hating everything about me, but I fight the thought away with my confidence. If girls see me, a thicker woman strutting in a crop top and tight skirt, it tells them they're worthy too."
He got what I wanted him to. "I'll never be ready if I don't open up and start trying."
"I know this is a fling, Talon. I know this can never work when I go back to reality, but while I'm here, with you? I want you to be here with me like it could be." Emotions began to bubble up, but I fought them down to not let him see how unloved I'd been. "And maybe, it'll help you heal a little more too by the end of it."
"And what happe ns when this fantasy starts to feel too real? What happens at the end of the fling?" he worried about my heart.
My hand greeted his cheek, cupping his face in my hold. "That'll be for me to figure out. Just don't make me feel like I don't matter again because I can't fuck you once I feel that way. I'll disconnect faster than the sting of the frying pan I slapped you with."