Chapter Thirty-Three #3
“We have an arsenal of badass people on our side. I promise you, I wouldn’t let the love of my life risk his if I weren’t fully certain we’ll get out of this.”
My mother is crying, clutching my father. But they both nod. Confident in me.
They believe in me.
“We’re sorry we didn’t understand before you left, Lexington,” my dad says, apology in his eyes, framed by pride. “You’re incredible, and you can do anything you set your mind to. We know that now.”
It’s everything I can do not to burst into tears. “Thank you.”
We go on with our meal, talking about lighter topics. And it’s fun. It’s refreshing, and so much more than I could have asked for in my first time bringing a guy to meet my parents. But there is a dark cloud over us now…
That worry, and doubt… The fear. It’s palpable.
Hours later, it’s time for us to go. Tomorrow is going to be a long day, and we should get one last night of rest in the comfy bed. Though I won’t lie, the urge to stay here in my childhood bedroom, with Ren, is strong.
Almost as strong as the guilt my parents are throwing at me.
“You can even sleep in your bed together.” Mom tugs on my arm while Ren chuckles. “You’re an adult, after all. We’re cool. Right, Dennis?” She jabs my dad with her elbow.
He looks like he wants to protest, but he wants us to stay more than he wants to keep his son from having sex under his roof. “Uh, sure… Totally cool.”
Huffing, I shake my head. “Yea, you’re cool alright.”
“I’m just… not done with you.” My mom pouts, cupping my face in her hands. “I just got you back.”
“This isn’t goodbye. I promise,” I hum, hugging onto her tight.
Releasing me takes her many generous moments. But she lets go so I can hug my dad. They both hug Ren, and my dad mumbles to him, “Take care of my son.”
I almost burst into tears from those five words, spoken in a commanding plea from my father to my future husband.
“I don’t care if I have to burn the world down to do it,” Ren says. “I’m bringing him back to you, safe and sound. You have my word.”
“Good. Thank you…” My dad pats him on the back.
“And then we can talk wedding details.” My mom smiles. “Because you’re getting married here. I already decided.”
I laugh. “Do we get a say in this?”
She smiles, eyes shining love at both of us as she shakes her head. “No. Of course not.”
Ren and I leave grinning, hearts full enough to overpower the rampant anxiety of what we’re about to do.
In Tauren’s car, we cruise, music crooning at a low volume.
“Your parents rule,” Ren sighs, gazing out the window while I drive. “I’m glad I’m gonna have cool in-laws. Makes up for the lack-thereof on my side.”
“Yea, they’re pretty great.”
“I’m sorry you won’t get to have in-laws, baby.” I can hear the pout in his voice. “But I assure you, even if we were able to try that with my parents, it would’ve ended in me killing them.”
I tug his hand over the console. “I don’t need in-laws, sweet flame. You’re forgetting, we have no shortage of family.”
“That’s true. Your parents… Rook and Velle are like hot stepdads. And Tauren… same.”
I chuckle. “I see Tauren as more of an uncle.”
“Guncle,” he corrects, and I roll my eyes. “But yea, I can get onboard with that. Hot uncle and hot step-cousins, all banging.”
“Are you ever not a raging pervert?” I hum. “Rhetorical, obviously.”
“You know it’s rhetorical, sweet boy,” he purrs, gliding his fingers between my legs. “As much as I would’ve loved to spend the night with you in your actual bedroom, there’s no way I’d be able to look your parents in the eye after taking that dick the way I need it tonight.”
A shiver rushes below my waist, jerking my dick awake while he hums, rubbing up on it.
“You’re gonna make me crash,” I mumble.
“Then pull over,” he grunts. “Tauren never said we couldn’t fuck in his car…”
“I’m pretty sure he said exactly that,” I chuckle. “The moment he handed you the keys.”
“Hm.” He shrugs. “I chose not to hear that.”
I am considering pulling over, not just because he’s teasing the fuck out of my dick right now, but because losing myself in him is always the antidote.
When things are spinning out, when unease is crawling inside me, Warren Xavier soothes it.
The things he does to my body are like a balm to the burns of negative thought.
Remembering our first time, the night he stole my virginity, I bite down on my lip as I note where we are right now….
“Where else do you wanna fuck me…?”
An idea is sparked by the memory, and I flick my blinker on, taking the next exit. Naturally, Ren has no idea where we are or where we’re going. He’s just feeling me up while I’m stifling my wicked grin.
Oh man… This is gonna be awesome.
The perfect way to celebrate our freedom… before we intentionally send ourselves back to prison.
The drive is only a few more minutes, and all the while I’m almost bursting at the seams with excitement. Not only for this little surprise side-quest, but also because I haven’t been here in five freaking years, and I missed it.
Pulling into the parking lot, I’m grinning up a storm. Ren is so busy squeezing my dick through my pants and sucking my earlobe, he doesn’t even realize we’ve stopped until I unbuckle my seatbelt and pry him off of me.
“Come with me, sweet flame,” I hum, smirking when he finally looks around.
“Where are we?”
I don’t respond. I just get out of the car, forcing him to follow. Taking his hand, I pull him along, to the front entrance of the building.
It’s late, but that’s good. Means less people.
Ren reads the sign by the doors, his face practically exploding in disbelief and instant thrill.
“Berkeley Campus Library?!” He squeaks, and I chuckle. “Baby, oh my God…”
He’s pawing at me already.
“You have to behave until we get inside, Warren,” I hum admonishingly. “We’re trying not to draw attention here.”
He forces himself off of me, attempting to walk normally, though he’s practically hopping. “We can just… go in?”
I nod as we waltz inside inconspicuously, hand-in-hand. I nod at the guy at the security desk who’s barely paying attention, bringing Ren to the large spiral staircase that leads up to the library.
“They never check I.D.’s,” I whisper. “And they’re open twenty-four hours during the week.”
Ren looks baffled. “A library open twenty-four hours??”
“Dude, this is Berkeley,” I chuckle. “Kids move into the library during mid-terms.”
Ren growls, leaning on me, kissing my neck while we walk. “Mmm… tutor me, sweet boy.”
I’m stifling my laughter, trying to keep myself at least mildly composed until we’re out of view of people. It’s pretty dead right now, but the place isn’t empty. Still, I know where we can go… To get some privacy.
I’ll admit, I’ve thought about this a lot over the years. Pretty much since the moment I met Ren. I used to think about it before too, back when I actually attended this university. But it was always an abstract idea, one that made me sort of nervous.
Knowing I might want to come here with someone, the right someone.
It’s sort of crazy to think about how meeting Ren flipped a switch in me. I went from feeling so uncertain about all aspects of love, sex and relationships to being desperate for it all, with him.
I think I’ve accepted some level of demisexuality, but it’s still confusing.
Mainly because now I’m goddamn insatiable and it’s hard to remember a time when I wasn’t constantly craving his body, under me, on top of me, around me, inside me.
I’m addicted, the same way he is, I’m just much more controlled with my urges.
Let’s face it, impulse control isn’t one of Warren Xavier’s strong suits.
Still, being here now brings a lot of those confusing memories rushing back. Like the first time I found this place…
My face is flushed as I walk my frisky fiancé down the aisle of the library, to the psychology section. Remembering that time, during my freshman year…
It was only my second time ever coming to the library, and I didn’t know where anything was. I was sixteen, younger than most of the other students, quiet, insecure and feeling pretty out of place.
College was so different from high school, and I thought I would like it better, since I hated high school. But it turned out being a freaking guppy dropped into Lake Michigan wasn’t all that comfortable either.
I needed a book for my computer calculations class, but I was in the psychology section for some reason.
Wandering aimlessly, plucking books off the shelf and stuffing them back in, I was slowed by a noise.
When I peeked through the shelf, I froze completely.
Like a statue holding Carl Jung’s Modern Man in Search of a Soul, eyes damn near bugging out of my skull.
There were people on the other side of the shelf… making out. Really going at it, too; feeling each other up against the opposite shelf. The sounds of suction, little pants, and grunts weren’t loud enough to make it past this secluded area of the library, but still. I could hear them. And see them.
Two guys, both tall, both… built. Broad shoulders and big hands, ravenous mouths and testosterone-fueled hunger I could almost feel myself, through them.
I’d never seen those guys before. I didn’t know them, not that it would matter. I was instantly flushed and shaking. Sweating all over, hot and itchy beneath my clothes, my heart racing so fast, I feared they would hear it.
The way my stomach clenched freaked me out, and I shoved the book back into its spot, turning and fleeing for my life. I was practically running to the restroom, stumbling into a stall. Locked securely inside, I could breathe again, though it was then that I realized my dick was throbbing.