Chapter 16
I swear to fuck that the Universe is messing with me.
Although, I guess if that was true, the table would’ve collapsed mid-fuck, not after. So, silver lining?
“Are you okay?” I ask her quickly, pushing my discomfort to the side to check her head. It’s like I can think straight after claiming her. That’s when guilt fills my chest.
I didn’t even get her to a bed for our first time together. What the fuck, man?
Roxie starts to laugh, the giggles start softly, but grow louder and louder until she’s crying.
“You should’ve seen your face as we fell. Oh my god,” she says through laughter, but makes a humorous panicked face. One that she obviously thinks I made and I can’t help but chuckle at the moment.
“Are you okay?” I ask again, looking her over to make sure she’s uninjured from what we did or the fall.
“I’m good, I promise.”
At her words I feel like I can breathe a little easier, and I slowly stand up.
“That’s what we get for getting a second-hand Ikea table that was five years old when we got it.”
Roxie starts her giggle-fit back up, and I swear, her laugh is in my top two favorite sounds. Second to how she screamed my name while she came on my cock.
I hold my hand out to help her stand up and she takes it, standing upright. Suddenly, her giggles stop and the joy in her face is replaced with arousal. What happened? I look around, but then she shifts and I can see the thick white ropes fall from her pussy.
That’s me.
“Oh my god,” she says quickly, stepping back to grab a paper towel like it’s something to be embarrassed about, but I’m nipping that in the bud real fast.
My hand covers hers, keeping her from grabbing the towel and I crowd her space, pushing her against the counter.
“Wait,” I say breathlessly, stepping back to look at how I’m running down her leg.
My hand pulls her thigh up so I can get a better view and my well-spent dick bobs like he so desperately wants to go again but can’t.
Keeping her knee trapped against the counter and my hip, I use two fingers and slowly gather my cum, pushing it back inside her and plugging her up.
My voice drops lower as I breathe deeply. “I really like that. I’ve…never seen it before.”
And now I’m going to want it every time I fuck her.
“Me neither,” she whispers breathlessly.
I hear a key in the lock and it’s like my brain stops working because Roxie and I look at each other in panic, but our bodies can’t fully move fast enough.
I pull my fingers from her and her leg drops to the floor and that’s all the time we have before Asher opens the door, or as much as he can with the door under the handle.
“What’s going on?” Asher asks nervously. “Are you okay?!” And within a moment he’s ramming his shoulder into the flimsy door and popping it open.
The oaf.
And for his efforts, he gets a full view of my naked ass as I cage Roxie in between my body and the counter so he can’t see her.
“What the fuck?! I thought something was wrong!” He cries out, not looking away from the scene he walked into, but yelling at me with his keys in his hand and a bag of food.
“Our table?!” He throws his hand at the pile of broken wood on the ground and groans in annoyance.
“Oh god,” he looks at me with a grumble and a look of disgust.
“I come home to your bare fucking ass fucking someone I look at as a sister. God, I’m going to go bleach my eyes,” he groans dramatically and I want to rip his fucking vocal chords out. But he’s not done. “You’re paying for a new table, Ty. And you’re heathens. Both of you.”
Asher’s crashing out and if I wasn’t so busy trying to keep him from getting even a glance of Roxie, I’d be laughing.
“Oh, come on, brother. Don’t pretend you’re not jealous that he just got some so good that it broke a table,” Roxie peaks her head around my arm, a look of challenge and that signature brattiness that I love.
She’s not wrong. It was fucking spectacular.
Asher mockingly gags and rushes through the apartment, clutching the bag of food from Harriet’s like it’s his pearls.
“Hey! Share!” I call out, very aware that we don’t exactly have a stocked fridge.
“Call it a fair trade for seeing your ass!” Asher yells, already through the apartment with his eyes covered and closing his bedroom door.
“Like you’ve never seen it before!”
“Not when you’re fucking my sister!”
“I would remind him that I’m not his actual sister, but I like it too much,” Roxie says, looking up at me with a big smile on her face. My hand cups her cheek as I take in just how happy she is to belong.
Almost as happy as I am.
“Come on, Saw isn’t scary!” Asher speaks louder than I would like him to toward Roxie as they argue about what scary movie to watch. I’m standing back, watching the domestic scene unfold and I can’t help but feel my heart swell with contentment.
“Asher, I am not watching Saw. Pick something else,” she grumbles, crossing her arms tightly over her chest, my shirt swimming on her as she lays back against the couch cushions.
There’s still the extra pillow and blanket that Asher brought out when we found her before I took her to my room.
She props up her feet on the old coffee table like she owns the place and my eyes immediately lock onto the expanse of creamy white skin showing.
Her hair is damp from our shower, where she got on her knees again for me and I got her off against the tile wall.
She fits here. Easily, naturally. Like I always knew she would.
“It’s not your call, Roxie. It’s not your TV,” Asher grumbles, pointing the remote at the TV, but Roxie leans over and plucks it out of his hands.
“Get over yourself, Asher.”
“Give it back,” he grumbles, reaching for the remote that Roxie holds over her head taunting him like a child.
“Children,” I say with a warning tone, but they both ignore me.
“Roxanne, give it back.”
“Don’t you call me that,” Roxie throws the pillow at him angrily.
“Then give it back, Roxanne.” Asher catches the pillow and shoves it behind his back.
“Guys! Come on!” I snap, stepping into the room and sitting beside Roxie, grabbing the remote and turning it to Parks and Rec. Something that they’ll both like and it’s light, funny, easy.
“Oh, this is a good one,” Asher says, turning to face the TV as Ron Swanson turns in his chair so that he doesn’t have to answer a question.
Roxie chuckles and I can feel the tension lessen.
Asher leans forward, grabbing a carton out of the bag on the coffee table and handing it to Roxie, eyes never leaving the TV.
“Thanks,” she says and opens it, seeing a burger and fries from Harriet’s.
Asher hands me a box as well, probably with the same.
Harriet knows us and knows just how simple our tastes are.
She cannot go wrong with burgers and fries.
Although, we’re also not picky and will gladly take whatever leftovers she has at the end of the day.
My phone dings just as Asher takes the biggest bite of his burger I’ve ever seen. I pull my old phone out of my pocket and see that Harriet’s nephew has messaged me back, fuck yes. He’s willing to do a payment plan and is throwing in two helmets for free. I can pick it up tomorrow.
It’s going to pull from my emergency fund, but this constitutes as an emergency in my mind.
“What’s got you smirking?” Roxie asks.
“I just bought a motorcycle.”
“You what?” they both say in unison, abandoning the TV to look me in the eye.
“I bought a motorcycle from Harriet’s nephew.
It’s not new or flashy, but I have it and a way to get around.
” There’s a hitch of excitement in my voice.
There’s a certain level of freedom that I’m going to have now.
I can take Roxie wherever she needs or wants to go.
I can get away from my six block radius and fly on the backroads.
If I’d had the bike when Roxie was gone, I’d have had a way to get to her. Bring her back to me sooner.
Maybe before that fucker ever touched her.
No, Ty, don’t go there, I close my eyes and shake my head. Every moment I think about what she’s been through, I want to light Mickey on fire and watch him burn.
Soon, my inner thoughts turn dark quickly and I can’t say that I’m mad about it. He deserves to hurt for what he’s done.
“How?” Roxie asks me, gently–like she doesn’t want to offend me, but she’s aware enough to know I’m not swimming in cash. Asher looks at me over her head and I can see the shock in his eyes too.
Okay, okay, I’ll admit it is a little out of character for me to make a purchase this big, especially when I have to send money home.
Well fucking worth it if I can get Roxie away from Mickey for good.
“I’m working with Harriet’s nephew on a payment plan.
He understands where I am and why I need the bike.
It’ll take me a while to pay off, but it’s mine.
” Asher might not understand just yet, but he will.
We’ve been talking about how we need something to get around.
And while I know he was thinking about a car, this is what I can swing right now.
“License? Registration? Fees?” Asher asks, always the one to think through the legalities even when I just told him I got a fucking motorcycle.
“I’ll figure it out.” I shrug, popping a fry into my mouth, winking at Roxie who blushes slightly.
She likes this.
Her eyes are dark and raking over me like she’s picturing me on it, helmet on, grabbing her tightly as I drag her to me and have her straddle my lap. I have to stop thinking like that or I’m going to get hard.
“I can see it,” she whispers, voice full of innuendo like she can see directly into my mind and knows the dirty, dirty things I want to try.
“Oh yeah?” I smirk, setting the box down and leaning into her space. My arm slides behind her head as I stare her down with a look that matches the heat in hers.