53. Kickin’ The Junk
fifty-three
Kickin’ The Junk
Onyx: 2024
M ultitasking is a work of art. Focusing on details you never expected to be given. Spinning them around until they fall into place, creating a version of a life you’ve felt unworthy of. While you track a person, you shut out of your world. Dissecting facts that were thrown in your face. Trying to unsee the version they spark so you don’t scratch your own eyes out.
I’m stuck in a kaleidoscope of love and hate.
I watch as Hendrix stops to talk to Vex outside the window. Chaos brews inside me from the day, leaving me completely unsettled and itchy.
Within seconds, I feel myself switching gears as I watch them part, Vex walking to my door. The beep of the alarm disarming is faint, blending into the background. My hand tightens around one of the shot glasses as I wait to see his face.
The shattering glass against the wall beside his head makes him duck. “What the fuck are you doing?” he shouts in surprise, his head twisting from the spot on the wall to me.
“Trying to perfect my aim!” I shout back angrily, hurling the second glass at his shocked face.
Unfortunately, he dodges it. “Why are you throwing shit at my head?” he growls, charging towards me.
Once he’s close enough in distance. “Oops, wrong head,” I hiss loudly, kicking him in the dick.
He groans, cupping himself as he falls into the table. His eyes narrow, tracking me as I rush to the other side. “When I catch you —”
“What!” I screech. “You’ll tell me about more vaginas your dick tickled?” I yell at his furious face.
His forehead lands on the table. “You kicked me in the dick because of Zoey,” he grumbles, rolling his head back and forth. “I told you it was years ago. It was a mistake.”
My cheeks burn with embarrassment. “A mistake that keeps on giving! She teamed up with a fucking psycho who wants to torture me, idiot,” I moan, another round of annoyance dousing me.
His hand slams on the table, rattling the liquor bottle. “Enough!”
“You don’t get to tell me what’s enough!”
Both of us glare at each other, silently calculating our next move. My arm throbs beneath the bandage, begging me to take some pain medicine. Instead, I ignore it, Zoey’s words echoing in my head, conjuring a horrible vision of them.
“I’m sorry, little spade,” he huffs, finally recovering enough to straighten. “I was going to tell you.”
“You let me be friends with her. Knowing she’s seen your —”
“I was angry for a long time. My dick was royally popular for a while. I’m not a fucking saint.” He cautiously starts around the table. “But, I can assure you, none of them meant anything. It’s always been you. Will, always be you.”
He stands in front of me, staring down at me. “If you even so much as twitch at someone else —”
He scoops me up, and my legs wrap around him on instinct. “You’ll still love me,” he taunts, nipping my bottom lip. “Say it,” he orders, pressing his forehead to mine.
Fisting his hair, ripping his head back. “I love you, Vexey Pooh,” I tease, kissing the tip of his nose.
“Christ, Zeke’s never gonna let me live that shit down. Kee is gonna run his mouth all over Edge.”
Wrapping my arms around his neck. “Good, you deserve it.”
He carries me through the cottage and plops me on the bed, jostling my arm, forcing me to wince. He examines me for a second, letting me have a choice. After I nod, I notice his eyes darken, devouring every inch of me.
“On your knees,” he orders, pointing to the floor as he steps back. Slowly, I slip from the side of the bed. His fingers run through my hair as he gathers a handful, forcing me to look up at him. “Open,” he breathes. I do as he says, my tongue tingling with excitement, waiting to taste him. His free hand opens his jeans, pulling out his thick cock. “Look at my pretty queen salivating.”
My eyes slip shut for a second as I work to calm the butterflies raging in my belly. He’s all I’ve wanted and needed without knowing it.
He settles the havoc in my life, allowing me to focus the insanity I feel weighing on me.
His tip traces my lips, taunting my taste buds. My eyes open, landing on his molten gaze. He spits on my tongue, using his cock to rub it in.
“Swallow,” he rasps.
Tears leak over my lashes as I take him in the back of my throat, restricting all my air.
“Eventually, I’m going to fill every one of your holes. Leaving my mark everywhere.”
His words send chills dancing over my spine, electrifying my core. My pants turn uncomfortably wet as he slips in and out of my throat.
“I bet your pussy’s throbbing for attention.” I try to nod, gagging myself.
He pops from my mouth, then scoops me up onto the bed. His frenzied hands rip the flimsy leggings off me before I lay down. He dives in like a starving animal, sucking my swollen clit until I’m writhing under him, moaning his name.
Static crackles from my core, lighting up every nerve ending until I feel like I’m glowing as I ride out the orgasm.
His tip presses at my entrance before I’ve caught my breath, thrusting into me, filling me completely. “I’ll take out anyone that even thinks about touching you. No one will ever hurt you again. You have my heart,” he grits, slamming into me.
My heart shatters, taking him in, absorbing his essence into my soul. He’s the king, saving his queen from the tower she locked herself away in years ago.
Our breath mingles as we recover together. His heavy chest presses me into the mattress “We’re supposed to meet Hendrix and Dad in the bunker,” he pants, starting to catch his breath.
“I don’t wanna move,” I whine quietly, matching his labored breaths.
His hand swats the side of my ass. “This was just a starter. You’ll be bouncing on my cock later. Get dressed,” he orders, standing to fix himself.
“You’re such a bossy prick,” I groan, climbing from the bed.
“Says the sassy queen,” he chuckles, watching me stroll away to find new pants since he destroyed mine.