Chapter Twenty-Seven
Jordy
I see red.
Deep, bloody red.
The rage consumes me to the point it’s blinding. I want to kill him. Rex Wheelhouse needs to fucking die. How dare he touch Roux? How dare he threaten me with her? I knew he’d sniff out my weakness and use it against me. I just didn’t think it would happen so quickly.
Fuck.
This is going bad fast.
By the time I’ve reached the apartment, Roan and Hollis are already there. They’re both waiting outside, freaked the fuck out. As soon as I saw her text, I blew out of the restaurant so fast to get to her. Roan called me, losing his goddamn mind, but I told him to let me handle Rex. Roan would get his ass shot. At least Rex feels like he needs me in some capacity, which works to my advantage.
I’ve barely shut off the car before Roan is yanking open the door and pulling Roux into his arms. She clings to her brother, sobbing. We didn’t speak on the way home. I was too overcome with rage and she was trembling with terror. Roan has a way of calming Roux down when shit gets too rough. It gives me a sense of peace watching her relax as he whispers assurances to her. Hollis’s brows are pinched with worry.
“Come here, kiddo,” Hollis says, hugging Roux next.
Roan pulls out his phone and makes a call. He hangs up and nods his head for us to go upstairs. “They’re on their way,” Roan tells me.
Roux looks over her shoulder at me in confusion. We all pile into the apartment. Hollis sets to fussing over Roux, making sure she doesn’t want anything to eat or drink. Roan and I sit at the table wearing matching scowls.
“How did your meeting go with Samantha?” I ask.
The anger floods from his face as frustration takes over. “Fine. Gio’s attorney keeps throwing wrench after wrench in our attempt to get this paternity test done. It’s fucking annoying.”
“That’s the nerd I know,” I grumble.
“Hollis went and saw Sidney. To see if he could talk some sense into her. She blew the hell up, man.” He scrubs his palm over his face. “I don’t understand why she’s being so difficult over this.”
“Because he’s obviously your kid and she doesn’t want to share him.”
He scowls. “But I would be good to him. I’m not trying to steal him away or anything. I just want to know him.”
“And thank fuck for the laws of our country. Just give it time. Samantha is good. She’ll get you your son if he’s yours. Trust me.”
Someone knocks and Roan calls out for them to come in. My eyes dart over to Roux, who stands by the fridge, sipping on a Coke. As soon as our guest arrives, the color drains out of her face.
“Tom,” Roan and I greet as he enters with Garrett and Samantha.
“Boys.” He smiles at Roux. “Hey, stranger.”
Roux sets her Coke down. “Were you stalking me?”
He chuckles. “I’m only looking after you.” He nods at Roan and me. “And them.”
Samantha sashays into the room, swaying her hips. I don’t miss the fact Roux’s nostrils flare in annoyance. “Tom would like to talk to you, Roux. He needs your help.”
Roux’s eyes dart to mine and I nod. She’s argued time and time again she can handle all the dark, fucked-up elements of my world. My girl is about to be tested.
“I’m going to wash today’s restaurant grime off my body while you guys talk,” I tell them. “Be back in ten.”
By the time I’ve showered and changed into some sweats and a T-shirt, Tom and Samantha are gone. Garrett is huddled with Hollis and Roan while Roux sits in the recliner, her face pale. As though she’s seen a ghost.
“You okay?” I ask, sitting on the coffee table in front of her.
She nods. “I am. Can we talk?”
“Yeah. You want to go outside?”
Shaking her head, she stands. “We can go in my room.”
I follow her into her bedroom. She closes the door behind us. I take her hand and push her hoodie up her arm to look at where Rex hurt her. Seeing the bruises already forming has rage bubbling up inside me.
I want to kill him.
For Roux, I would.
“Hey,” she murmurs, seemingly reading my mind. “Don’t go there.”
“I fucking hate him.”
“Me too.”
Someone knocks on her bedroom door.
“Come in,” Roux says.
Hollis peeks his head in. “We’re going to grab dinner and then stop by Dad’s office. You guys coming?”
“No,” Roux says. “I’m tired and we have to talk.”
“Okay,” Hollis says and then his voice grows stern as he narrows his eyes at me. “Be good.”
I snort and flip him off. “Go away, rat.”
His grin makes me laugh. “We’ll bring back food.”
As soon as Hollis leaves, Roux kicks off her shoes and pulls off her hoodie before climbing on top of her covers. I lie down next to her, stroking her dark hair away from her face. Her amber eyes brew with a storm of emotions.
“Are you really okay?” I murmur, nudging her nose with mine.
She swallows. “No, but I will be.”
“I’m sorry shit is such a mess.”
“We’ll fix it.”
I hope so.
Her fingers thread into my wet hair as she draws me to her lips. I’m unable to resist her and my mouth devours hers. She tastes sweet like the Coke she was drinking. I groan as my tongue slides against hers, desperate to own her with just a kiss. She nips at my bottom lip, making my dick jolt in my sweats.
“Roux,” I growl.
Emboldened by my tone, she moves across me, straddling my waist. Her T-shirt gets tossed away, revealing her pert breasts in her black bra. I groan when she undoes the bra and flings it away.
Fuck.
So fucking perfect.
My palms find her tits and I run my thumbs over her peaked nipples. She reaches down to undo the top button of her jeans.
“Roux,” I warn. “I have no self-control with you.”
Her hooded eyes meet mine as she unzips them. “We’re not going to fuck, Jordy. Relax.”
I can’t relax when she shimmies out of her jeans. In just her striped socks and black panties, she’s a fucking vision. And mine. All mine. Her slender thighs straddle me again. Greedily, I roam my palms up her thighs, teasing my thumbs under the seam of her panties.
“Take your shirt off,” she orders, her amber eyes flaring with heat.
Jesus.
I obey Little Hornet because she’s so fucking fierce and beautiful. I’m under her wicked spell. I toss away my shirt, groaning when her nails scrape along my pectoral muscles. She grinds against me as she leans forward to kiss me. My hands are all over her, wishing I could touch her everywhere all at once. She slides down my thighs, tugging at the waistband of my sweats. My dick springs free, slapping heavily against my lower stomach.
“Roux,” I rasp out.
“We’re not going to fuck,” she reminds me. “I just…I need this before everything really sucks.”
I know what she needs.
I’d been hoping to fuck it wouldn’t come to this, but it has.
Rex forced our hand today.
She rubs her panty-covered cunt along my bare dick, making us both hiss in pleasure. I’ve never felt something so good in my entire life. My hips buck up, desperate to feel every part of her. Her panties are wet, soaked through with her arousal. With every grind of her hips, she smears her wetness over my shaft.
“You’re killing me,” I breathe.
“It’ll feel good to die this way.”
I grip her delicate neck and haul her to me for a devastating kiss. Our mouths fuse desperately together as our bodies try to fuck through that thin layer of fabric. I slide my hands to her ass, pushing under her panties to feel her bare skin there. My fingers dig into her flesh, needing to mark her as mine before everything changes.
The change will happen before I can blink.
I need this to get me through the hard times.
“Jordy,” she breathes. “This feels so good.”
“I know,” I groan. “Don’t stop. Keep rubbing your clit on my dick. I need you to come. I want to taste your moans when you do it.”
Her tongue lashes against mine as she works her hips in a sinful way that maddens me. I want to tear her panties from her body and impale her right now. It’d be so simple and Roux would let me. We both want it.
But not only is that crossing a line I can’t cross right now, it’d also make things ten times more difficult for us. So, rather than giving in, we continue dry fucking.
“Mmm,” she whimpers. “Mmm.”
She’s about to orgasm and the sounds coming from her are so fucking beautiful. I rotate and thrust, teasing her while bringing myself right to the edge with her. Her body shatters above me and she cries out with her climax. Unable to resist feeling her, I reach between us, tugging her panties aside. My dick slides along her pussy lips, never entering her. The slick, smooth feel of her is enough to send me hurtling over the edge of sanity with a growl. Cum jets out of my dick, soaking my stomach. My cock throbs as she slowly rubs her naked pussy against me. The cum around the tip of my cock gets dragged all the way to my balls as she makes a mess of smearing my release all over me with just her pussy.
Fuck.
I’ll never go soft at this rate.
“Careful, Little Hornet. My cum wants inside your little body. Keep rubbing your pussy all in it and you’re going to get yourself pregnant. We’ll call you Virgin Roux, but instead of carrying the son of God, you’ll carry the devil’s boy.”
She laughs and it’s a heavenly sound. “Weirdo.”
As she crawls off my body, I drink in her state of disarray. Her dark hair is messy, her lips are swollen and red, and her nearly naked body is a fucking sight to behold. She disappears to the bathroom and returns with a wet cloth. After she strips out of her panties, showing me that perfect cunt of hers, she cleans herself up.
“I’ll clean you up,” she murmurs, coming to stand beside the bed where I’m sprawled out.
In a painfully torturous way, she cleans the cum and her arousal off my dick and then the mess on my stomach too. When she walks away to go to her dresser, I stare at her cute ass. My dick leaps to attention, desperate for more. I yank up my sweats so I don’t do something stupid like fuck her against her dresser. As soon as she has on some panties, yoga pants, and a T-shirt, she crawls into bed to lie down beside me.
For the longest time, I stroke her hair, savoring this moment because I know it’ll end soon. So fucking soon.
Finally, she sits up on her elbow and regards me with determination in her eyes that reminds me of Roan.
“Jordy,” she says. “There’s something I have to do.”
I swallow, hating how much I dread hearing these words. To prolong them for a moment longer, I kiss her deeply, savoring her sweet taste. Eventually, I break from our kiss and let out a heavy, resigned sigh. “What is that, Little Hornet?”
“I’m sorry,” she breathes, her bottom lip wobbling, “but I have to get back with Kayden.”
I close my eyes that burn with those words that stumbled out of her mouth. “That so?”
“Yes, but…”
I love you.
She doesn’t have to say the words because I feel them.
“I know, Roux. I know.”
I give her one last peck on the lips and then I untangle myself from her. I can’t look at her as I snatch my shirt up and throw it on. Her sobs are killing me, but I can’t stop them. Not now. Not yet.
“Jordy,” she cries out when I reach the door.
I close my eyes again as I clutch the knob. “Yeah?”
“Goodbye.”
“Later, Little Hornet.”
I walk out her door and don’t look back.