Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Xena
“I’m looking for someone,” the man finally says as he stands beside the bald one who’s trying to look tough and intimidating.
“Whoever you’re looking for, I’m sure it’s not beside me.” Roman snaps.
All I can think about is that I know him. Or at least I think I do.
The chiseled features, the nose ring, those blue curls…
they feel too familiar. I can’t pinpoint exactly where I have seen him, but I know I have.
His hair color reminds me of Tokyo, and I wonder if this could be the guy she’s running from.
But I stop insisting when I see the jealousy and possessiveness burning in Ro’s stare as his hand wraps around my arm.
Roman is already on high alert, and if this is the man she’s running from.
I might have already fucked up by opening my mouth.
Plus, there’s no indication that my friend and the person he is looking for are the same person. Also, he was looking at us, and the thought makes me feel uneasy, so I let Roman drag me away—but not before I look back at the two men behind us, imprinting their faces in my memory.
“You need to stop reacting with violence. What’s the matter?” I turn my focus back to Roman, who swings open the truck door and silently commands me inside.
He’s upset, jaws tight, brows pinched together, and I can feel the rage vibrating off his body. But I guess that’s what happens when you step out of your house and see a dead rabbit lying right in front of the door with a note saying:
“One two… I’m coming for you.”
The clear threat causes Roman to confess to a secret he’s been hiding to protect me.
One that I still don’t know what to make of.
Last Christmas, after the whole Vik ordeal, someone left a dead bird pinned to the door with a note saying, “I know what you did,” or something like that.
I stopped listening once he admitted to lying and keeping something that serious from me.
And right now, he’s on edge, and if I hadn’t intervened, he would have rearranged those men’s faces, or worse, killed them.
My nerves grow still at the thought. That’s the last thing Ro needs to be doing—he’s turned a new leaf.
If I can get clean and off the drugs, well, he can stop his murderous ways and avoid going back to prison.
After I climb into the truck, Roman buckles me in before slamming the door—he stares at the location of the blue Honda where the two men sit inside.
He runs a hand down his face, almost as if debating with himself on what to do before he looks back at me, and I silently plead.
Holding my breath… I wait to see his next move, and thankfully, he gets in the truck, throws it into drive as he buckles his seatbelt, and peels out of the parking lot.
I finally let out a shaky breath as the road stretches before us, leaves lifting into the air as we drive down the deserted roads.
It’s late out—this was just supposed to be a late-night food run.
Now he’s on edge. I look at him, and butterflies dance in my stomach. We spent most of our days fixing up the cabin. And when we’re not?
We’re fucking.
“You ok?” I finally ask as he side-eyes me and growls, giving me that, ‘I’m going to punish you’ look. My pussy tingles from anticipation, plus, it’s better for him to fuck his frustration out, rather than killing. We are each other’s cure and personalized drug.
My hand moves to the back of his neck, and he sighs as my hand connects with his skin.
“Xena,” he breathes.
“I’m safe, Ro,” I reassure him, rubbing him gently, centering him—anchoring him to me. Clicking off the seatbelt, beneath the moon and starlight sky, my hand moves between his thighs and instantly feels the bulge tenting his jeans. “Xena, not the time.”
“Oh, it’s definitely the time.” My hungry hand moves, pulling down his zipper and releasing his thick, veiny cock that now wears my mark with a nice silver barbell. An X on the tip of it.
Mine.
Stroking him slowly, he sighs, looking at me for just a second before his eyes relax on the road. “It’s okay, Ro.”
“It’s not,” he hisses as my thumb brushes over the tip, smearing the liquid leaking from the slit. He’s right. It’s not.
Between the invitation to Fright Night and the fucking dead animals that have been appearing near our cabin.
Which I was oblivious to until I found the rabbit—I know it’s not.
Vik has another brother, and I’m sure we have both come to the same conclusion—he’s coming for us.
So, in moments like this, I indulge them.
After all, I don’t know when it will be taken from me.
Life has a fucked up way of taking away my happiness, and lately, things have been too quiet…
I’m sure he fears the same, but this time, he will not be alone—I will be with him, because there’s no Xena without her Roman and there’s no Roman without his Xena. We are one.
Leaning over the middle console, my tongue darts out, collecting the line of clear liquid, before taking him into my mouth, which earns me a hiss and his hand moving to fist my hair. “Fuck, Xena. Keep doing that and I might crash.”
I giggle around his length before taking him deeper, hollowing out my cheeks as my tongue runs down the length of his shaft and swirls at the tip before sucking up my spit and his precum and bringing him deeper into my throat.
“F–fuck,” he moans in a breathless whisper.
I love when he moans and he breathes out my name like a prayer, and how his leg becomes restless from the pleasure.
His hips move up slightly, helping me to push him deeper into me.
I choke on it for a while, letting stars dance in my vision before I finally pull away.
Strings of spit leak from my mouth before I crash my lips into his.
Thankfully, I sucked him for a good while, and we are now right at the bottom of the driveway.
The moment he puts the truck in park, I straddle him.
My black skirt rides to my hips as I grind my wet panties into him.
I wear skirts most of the time for easier access.
I will always be an addict, and his cock is my fucking drug.
There’s nothing I want more than Roman. There are no words spoken, only silent commands and pleas.
His hand slips my panties to the side before I sink onto him—both of us moaning as I impale myself.
The fullness of him makes my walls flutter, as he thrusts up, his nails digging into my hips as he holds me there.
Pushing the seat back, allowing him to stretch, then his hand moves inside my black shirt.
His hand is cold against my feverish skin—snaking its way up my chest and fondling my breast. My hips roll with his guidance, one hand remaining firm on my hip, making sure he keeps me where he wants me while the other plays with my pierced nipple.
My nails claw into his neck, making sure to dig into his skin and create little crescent marks as I ride him under the stars.
Heat coils around the base of my spine, spreading into my core.
My walls tightened around his length, and he groans, responding with a slow roll of his hips.
His fingers pinch my nipples, causing my breath to stutter as I grind into him.
It’s nothing sexy—it’s sweaty, breathless, and quick.
We fuck like we want to devour each other and have places to be.
His large hand moves away from my tit and works its way up to my neck, curling around it and forcing me to look at his greenish hazel orbs.
“Look at me while you ride what’s yours to take. ”
Fuck. I’m going to come.
The heat gathers in my center—my frantic movements slowing down to enjoy every inch he has to give.
My body is taut, hanging on its last threads, before my body shivers and the dam explodes.
Darkness dances in my vision—I can’t breathe as I look at his mouth opening, fishing for a breath, but all I get are his lips on me as he follows me to the edge.
“I love you,” he breathes into my lips, releasing my neck as I gasp into his.
Sucking the warmth of his breath into my lungs. Breathing him in.
My love.
My tormentor.
My fucking stepbrother.
“Let’s get you inside.” He tugs on my loose braid, and I whine as I feel him slip from inside me, his cum leaking down my legs and into his jeans. His finger trails up my thigh, gathering his cum and then feeding it to me.
“Don’t let it go to waste, little junkie.
” My tongue swirls around his digit, tasting the salty taste of us, groaning as a shiver runs up my spine.
Roman’s hands cup my ass, and I don’t know how he does it, but he opens the door using his feet.
With me in his arms, he moves us back inside.
My legs wrap around him like a vice while I kiss his neck.
This is going to be a long night for us both…