Chapter Twenty #2
And would you look at that? I’m still out there, on the shore with him. On his motorcycle, hidden away from the rest of the world.
Before all the bullshit, before things shifted, because they had to.
In that moment, we were just John and Harley, and I miss it. I want that back, with the three of us. I want more moments like over the summer. Grilling in the atrium, drinking wine and kissing and just being us, without all the extra baggage of Alabaster fucking Pen.
I regret nothing, because it’s all shown us just how unstoppable we are when the three of us join forces. And I’m sure this makes me a monster, but… I’m not even sure I necessarily regret his losing Tammy.
I know, some boyfriend, right?
But the fact is that if it weren’t for that, he might not have broken free of The Ivory’s chains. Of course I wish he didn’t have to lose for that to happen, but I honestly don’t know if anything else would’ve done it.
I hate feeling like this. Maybe I’m still just insecure. Because I’ve never been with anyone like Velle. Someone so strong, so stubborn, so… fucking awesome. I’m always worried that I’ll lose him. That he’ll be taken from me again…
Like that night, in his office…
“Whatever happens, you have me and Joy,” I breathe on his hot, quivering mouth. “And we have you… right?”
His dark lashes flutter, and he aims abysmal, sparkling ocean blue at me. “Always.”
The way his gaze is unwavering, and his voice is steady, despite the rocking of his pulse, gives me assurance. He didn’t need a great tragedy to fall… It happened long before that.
Maybe even when we were just two strangers in a hotel room.
“You will never not have me, cowboy,” he hums, devilish Velle-smirk tugging the lips I’m kissing. Because they’re mine.
“Glad to hear it, Officer Gorgeous,” I feed him a ragged croon.
And then I go in for more. Slow, deep and needy, my dick jerking when I feel that stud on my tongue. Does it to me every time.
We’re getting hot and heavy when a boom of thunder rattles the walls, slowing us down a bit.
And then the power goes out.
“Shit…” Velle breathes, jittery, as we force ourselves apart, looking around in the pitch black of the room.
For almost a full minute, we can’t see shit. Until finally, the backup generators kick on.
I chuckle out of relief. “Getting wild out there, huh?” I tuck that errant strand of hair behind his ear for him before he can get to it.
“Showtime, Rook.” He winks, flicking my bottom lip with his tongue stud before he jumps to his feet.
This freaking guy… I swear, he’s just the hottest, most delicious menace ever created.
“Baby…” I blink up at Velle while he grabs us a lantern.
Pacing, he moves things that don’t really need to be moved, checking the door ten more times even though we know it’s secure.
“Hm?” He grunts, still shuffling to and fro.
“Remember my first storm on the island?” I’m hoping chatter will distract him from how much he’s obviously stressing and struggling to sit still.
“Of course I do,” he grumbles. “I jerked your dick off into Dash’s mouth. That’s not the type of experience you forget.”
A subtle smirk breaks on his lips. I have to chuckle, standing up slowly.
“Okay, yea, that too, but I was referring to what happened after that,” I mutter.
“Ah, you mean what you did with your mouth,” he hums, peering at me.
It’s crazy that my face still heats thinking about it, with him looking at me like that.
I remember it like it was yesterday… My first time giving head.
“Mm… I’m pretty sure I fell in love with you right then and there,” I tell him honestly. Tone teasing, though I know I’m being serious.
The blue in his irises glistens. “So you’re saying my cum is like a… love potion?”
His mouth swoops into a dazzlingly wicked grin. Pursing my own away doesn’t take.
I beam and nod. “Oh yea. Big time.”
“Well, Cowboy Samuels… Let me just say, that virgin mouth made it very hard for me to ignore my growing feelings for you.” He glows, and I cackle.
“I might need to stuff some inches down your throat right now…” I taunt. Seductive jeering.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Harley.”
Sauntering up to him, I witness a slight shift, from his usual haughty overconfidence to that eager timidity I love on him oh so damn much. Taking his chin in my fingers, I tip it down, over the couple of inches he has on me in height, to get his mouth by mine.
“We have a few minutes,” I purr. “You wanna show me how you kneel for only me, Officer?”
A shivery breath escapes his lips. “Mmm… fuck yea, baby, but we’re supposed to be—”
I shut him up with a soft kiss that has him groaning. “You need to relax. And you need something else to focus on… You’re too tense.”
I rest my palms over his chest, rubbing, caressing, massaging his pectorals until he’s trilling. I tease the piercings in his nipples through his shirt.
“Fuck, I wanna suck on your nipples, baby.” My hand drops to cup his cock. It’s growing fast, trapped inside his pants and trying to burst free. “Suck this big dick while you suck mine.”
“Jesus, Harley…” Without another word, he falls to his knees, ripping at my zipper. “You’re gonna get us in trouble.”
“Whatever, babe, just take your cock out while you suck me please. But don’t touch it. I wanna see you throbbing and leaking every time I touch your tonsils.”
Whimpering, he unfurls my erection, fist stroking up and down only a few times before he sheaths it with his warm, wet fucking mouth. Eyes locked on mine the whole time.
“Uhh… Velle.” My lashes flutter, fingers sifting into his hair. I grab it rough and he whines. “You suck so good. Take it out, baby… I wanna see you.”
Frantically, he opens his pants and pulls his cock out, petting it gently. But then he reluctantly leaves it alone to bob heavily between his legs.
“Big boy,” I praise, drawing my hips back. “Sexy slut with a long, thick pierced cock.”
He mewls on me, sucking just the crown, slurping it, swirling his piercing around and around it until my balls thump.
“Mmmfuckyea. Wetter… make it sloppy, gorgeous.”
The noises are growing louder, more obscene, and I love it.
I’m gonna come quick if he keeps this up.
Velle plays with my balls, kneading them in his hand while he sucks the head of my cock, pulling out pulses that have his cock leaping and dripping.
“God, I wish I could fuck you right now…” I whisper. “I wanna breed that ass, baby.”
“Mm…” he moans, sucking harder.
“Look at you… Supposed to be winning a war, but you can’t help yourself, can you? Too thirsty for cum, no matter where you are, you gotta get on your knees and suck your man’s big dick?”
He nods fast.
“I’m close… I’m gonna fill that sweet mouth, Velle.”
“Mm mm mm…”
Racing up to it, I shiver. “Baby, I’m… fuck, I’m gonna come. Don’t swallow it, okay? Just hold it in your… unnghh mouth.”
My dick shoots, aching a swift, lightning bolt of an orgasm that he sucks out. Raining tingles all over my body.
When I’m done, he pulls off, gazing up at me with flushed cheeks and watery eyes.
“Let me see,” I whisper.
He opens his mouth, showing me my cum.
“Fuck yea, baby. Spit it onto your cock,” I command hoarsely.
He looks momentarily stunned, but he gets over it immediately since he’s a sexy fucking freak himself, spitting the mouthful of my cum onto his own dick.
The slippery white stuff drizzles onto his solid erection, some dribbling onto the floor. It looks beyond delicious.
Crashing onto my knees before him, I lean forward and slurp his long, slick cock between my lips. Sucking him, coated in my own cum.
“Uhh… fuck. Oh God, Harley, ffuuck,” he cries, quiet and hoarse. “That is so fucking hot, baby, Jesus…”
He combs his fingers in my hair cherishingly, helping me bob on his inches. Sucking all of my cum from his thick shaft, swallowing it back while bobbing in his lap.
“Harley… s-suck me. Ohh fuck yea, cowboy. How’s it taste?”
“Mmm…” I groan.
“Heads up,” Peters grumbles over the walkie, cutting through my wet sucking noises and heavy panting through my nose. Velle stills. “Movement on three…”
I freeze, gaping up at him with his cock in my mouth.
That’s the control room.
With our eyes connected, I can see the worry in the blue, doused with frustration. He bites his lip, gaze lidded. And I just… continue sucking.
‘Cause fuck it, right?
If something’s going down, might as well drain his balls one last time.
“Standby,” Reyes rasps.
Peters is grumbling in code, and yes, we’re listening, but mostly, I’m just sucking on my man’s cock, because I love it, and him, and he deserves to bust down my throat.
“Bren, your twenty?”
“Still clear.”
“Soto?”
“Big Bird’s still in the East…”
A bit of relief settles. At least he’s on the opposite side from where we are.
“I’m gonna come in you, cowboy,” Velle purrs, holding my face, flicking his hips to fuck my gag reflex. “Can I pump it deep?”
I nod fast, and probably way too enthusiastic. But again, I really don’t care.
I just love him, and I want his cum in my stomach.
“Uhh, fuck me… baby, I’m gonna bust in you.
” He shoves his piercing down to my fucking tonsils, holding my face there.
I can’t breathe and my eyes are watering, but I take it.
I relax my throat and let him buck shallow thrusts with his nuts tapping my chin until he stills and stiffens.
“Fuck fuck fffuuuck baby yes, take my hot load, Harley.”
His dick is shooting down my throat, and I try swallowing, but my throat clamps on his dick and it burns. Clearly Velle likes it because he’s choking and convulsing, struggling to be quiet while he comes hard in me.
“God, baby, you’re just as thirsty as me…” He purrs, tiredly petting me as his dick finally stops pulsing and his balls stop quivering.
Even after he’s done, he holds me there for a few seconds while he catches his breath and strokes my hair. I can feel my own cock waking up from how goddamn hot that was.
When he finally releases me, I pull off with a grunt and jump him, pinning him to the floor and kissing him wild.
“You are so hot.” I grip his neck, forcing my tongue all over his, tasting more of me and feeding him his flavor in exchange. “I love you so hard and deep, baby…”
“I love you,” he mewls, hoarse and jagged, spreading his legs and pulling me down to him by my hips. “Do me… Please. You’re hard again… push it in and ride my ass, cowboy. Real quick.”
I chuckle into his mouth. “Fuck, I would love to slide ball’s deep into that sweet ass right now, Velle, but I just don’t think we have time…”
He whines, grabbing the walkie. “What’s the status?”
Curling his fingers around my thickening shaft, he stroking it tight, giving me the lidded hungry for more gaze. “Fuck me, Harley…”
I’m seriously about to say fuck it, and just fuck him because, God, I need it too.
“He hasn’t breached,” Soto replies. “I can’t get eyes on him, though.”
I’m ripping Velle’s pants down when Reyes says, “Hey… it looks like the cameras are off in here.”
That gets us to stop mauling each other like animals.
Velle blinks. “Repeat…?”
“The camera in here is slumped down, and there’s no red light.”
“Shit, mine’s like that too,” Peters remarks.
“How long has it been like that?” Velle asks, quietly puzzled.
“Not sure. I’m just noticing…” Reyes grumbles.
We share a look, sitting up slowly.
Velle pulls his pants up. “The cameras are off…?”
“Something must be wrong with the servers.” I shrug while we fix ourselves up. “Maybe the storm—”
“Oh, fuck. Mayday!” Brenner’s voice comes shouting. “Thing One and Two have someone… cuffed and shackled. Looks like they’re bringing them to the coast…”
That’s the Martinez twins…
“Who is it??” Velle snaps.
“Can’t tell. They have a bag over their head.”
“What the fuck is going on?” Velle grouses, rubbing his eyes. “What if it’s one of ours? I mean, it has to be, right??”
“Baby, it’s okay. We’ve got this,,” I tell him with all the assurance of someone who knows damn well exactly what his partners and their people are capable of. “It’ll be fine. We’ll—”
A loud boom of thunder rocks the foundation.
Velle’s eyes widen. Everything seems like it’s in slow motion.
He looks around. And then he grabs me, just as the entire building rumbles. Like an earthquake that prompts a roaring crash from the east.
Chunks of concrete are falling from the ceiling and walls. The empty gun safe falls over.
Velle is just cradling me, shielding me with his body as if a bomb just went off.
Did it?? What just happened?
Do earthquakes happen on islands of this size? Why do I know nothing about geology, dammit?!
The noise lasts only a few seconds before it fades into an eerie silence. Nothing but vast quiet and a faint beeping coming from somewhere.
Eventually, Velle peels himself off of me, his throat dipping while he glances around the room, then quickly down at me.
He cups my face, looking me over. “You okay?”
I nod fast, clutching his waist, and I hadn’t even noticed it. “What the fuck was that?? An explosion?”
“The prison…” he breathes, standing up slowly, helping me do the same. “Some part of it must have fallen.”
I stare at him for a second. “How… do you know that?”
Velle simply blinks at me. “It was only a matter of time…”
What does that mean…?
“Fuck. Joy…” Velle grabs his walkie off the floor, while I’m just staring at him.
“John,” I say his name firmly. He peeks at my face. “What just happened?”
“I don’t know for sure,” he mumbles.
My head cocks. “Seems like you might have an idea…”
The look on his face is solemn. “Harley, there are things about this island, and this building, that if anyone knew… ” He pauses to shake his head. “The prisoners, yes, but even the other guards. You guys.”
Screams bellow off in the distance and he flinches.
Deep blue eyes lock with mine. “The truth is just one of the many burdens I’ve been carrying to keep this place running.” He shakes his head. “But guess what? I’m over it.”
The panic in me is churning adrenaline, which is good. I am nervous as hell about this… natural disaster that just threw a wrench in the plan.
It was one thing when we were just supposed to fight people…
But if we’re also fighting this island, then I don’t know how we could possibly win.
That said, in this moment, I’m also bustling with pride in my man, and in us as a whole.
If anyone can beat Alabaster Isle, it’s John Chevelle.
“You ready, Rook?” He takes in a deep breath, clutching the walkie. “We’re doing it live.”