14. WREN
My head feels fuzzy as I try to focus on waking up. The last thing I remember was curling up into a ball on the floor of the small boutique Abby took us to. Then the floodgates opened as I relived all the awful things Adrian has already put me through. Fear shot through my heart when I remember him threatening Abby. Right in the middle of my breakdown, Xander’s muscular arms wrapped around me and lifted me into his chest. I’m almost embarrassed that I practically nuzzled into him like a damn cat, but Xander means safety. His warmth soaked into me, as did his whiskey and cigar scent. Xander meant home now. I remember him carrying me out and to the car, then nothing.
I must have passed out from the adrenaline because now that I think about it, I feel something soft underneath me. It’s not exactly soft enough to be my bed, but maybe a couch. Realization hits and I focus more on my surroundings. I can smell my guys, Xander’s whiskey and cigar, Maverick’s fresh cotton and rain, and Jax’s gunpowder and aftershave. All my favorite smells. I focus on the sounds next, the click-clack of typing, the soft steps of someone pacing and the ticktock of a wall clock.
“I think I have something.” Xander’s deep voice almost startles me. “I’ve been going over Adrian’s father’s dealing with us and everything else I could find. It seems he had a few real estate properties around town. It might be worth checking them out.”
“What do you think we might find?” Maverick asks. His voice is coming and going, so he must be the one pacing.
“I don’t know, but something that leads us to that prick. If we’re lucky, Adrian himself.” I hear some shuffling of feet before Xander speaks again. “Take some extra men and Jax. If you find him, keep him alive.”
I hear a deep chuckle come from Jax, but worry shoots through me, causing me to snap up to sit. “Wait.”
“Princess. I knew you weren’t asleep.” A second later, Jax scoops me up into his arms and holds me tight. “Don’t worry, baby. You’re safe here. Me and Mav will be back soon, I promise.” Wrapping my arms around his thick neck, I squeeze. I know my men can take care of themselves, but Adrian is ruthless and does fight fair.
“Be safe. Come home to me, please.” Finding his face with my hands, I lean in for a kiss. This kiss is gentle, tender-like, trying to tell him everything I feel with no words.
“I will, Princess.” He pulls away a second later, the cold of the room creeping in before it’s replaced by another warm body. Maverick. His fresh scent of cotton and rain fills my scenes. Reminding me of cozying up with a good book by a window during a rainstorm.
“Don’t worry Angel. I’ll keep the big ape out of trouble.” Maverick holds me like he never wants to let go before leaning down and kissing my forehead. “Promise me you’ll keep the boss man out of trouble as well.” I try to hold back my giggle, but it escapes anyway. “Music to my ears.” This time, I blush at his words.
“Take care of each other. I need both of you to come home in one piece.” As much as I don’t want to let go yet, I release my grip on his shirt and take a small step back.
“Take care of our girl, Xander.” Jax calls out, sounding further away. I stand there, unsure of where I am or who else is around, as two sets of footsteps lead away from me. My mind wonders when a set of hands grabs my shoulders. My body reacts as I jerk back.
“Little bird, it’s just me.” I force my racing heart to calm. “We’re in my office downtown.” He pulls me into his embrace and I instantly relax. “They’re going to be okay, baby. Come sit with me.” He reaches down and wraps his arms around mine before leading me away from what I’m assuming is a couch. Reaching out with my unclaimed hand, I feel my surroundings. My hand hits something hard a moment later, which I’m guessing is a wooden desk. I trace my fingers along the edge as Xander leads me around and takes a seat, pulling me down onto his lap. I lean back into his chest as his hands rest on my thighs. Slowly, he draws light circles with his fingers on my bare skin, sending tingles up my legs. The exhaustion of today’s events hit me like a brick wall.
“Little Bird, we need to know what Adrian said to you earlier.” My body tenses at his words. I don’t want to relive it again. Not yet, at least.
When I keep my mouth shut, Xander slowly glides his hand up my thigh, over my dress, up my stomach until he reaches my throat. Ever so slowly, as if waiting for me to protest, his large hand wraps around my neck in a loose but firm hold. His thumb moves up and down as he leans forward to whisper into my ear. “Do you need me to get your mind off today, Little Bird?” Swallowing, I give him a few nods of my head. “You know better than that. Use your words, Wren.”
Taking a deep breath, I press my ass into the thick bulge growing beneath me. “Yes, please.” I can feel how wet my core is getting, and Xander only makes it worse by grinding up into my ass. My sensitive nipples pebble, scraping against the lacey fabric of my bralette. The other hand, Xander has on my thigh, glides up my leg in a slow, agonizing pace as he keeps hold of my movements with the hands still firmly wrapped around my small throat. My body twitches in anticipation when his fingers glide against my panty covered core. A moan escapes my throat as Xander thrusts his hips up once more.
“I know what you need, baby. Let me take care of you.” His lips softly graze my ear, sending pleasurable goosebumps down my entire body as his hand between my legs grips the fabric of my panties. “Let me worship you, Little Bird.” The moment those words leave his lips, he tugs. The sound of fabric ripping sounds before a sting of pain hits. In the next second, Xander’s fingers swept over my core, teasing me with his touch.
My back arches off Xander’s chest as my need for this man’s touch turns feral. These men can turn me into a puddle of want and so much more with a simple flick of their fingers. Letting out another needy moan, Xander finally takes pity on me and gives me what my body is craving. His fingers run up through my folds before gliding down to my core. “So wet for me, Little Bird. So needy. You’re soaking wet, just for me to enjoy.” My pussy spasms around the tip of Xander’s finger that’s teasing my opening. Ever so slowly, he presses his digit into my core. Before I know it, he is pulling out and replacing one with two, then three, but I need more. He starts to fuck me with his fingers at a steady pace, in, out, in, out. Curling them just right to make my toes curl.
“P-please Xander.” My words are a plea to stop teasing and to just fuck me. The hand around my throat loosens its hold before shifting down to my chest. My dress has a sweetheart line, so the top of my breast peek out. The thin straps that band around my shoulders had no chance against this man as he grips the fabric at my breast and yanks. The top half of my dress falls to my waist as Xander’s hand replaces the material. His thumb and forefinger pinching and tugging at my pebbled nipple.
“Look at these pretty pink nipples. I bet that pussy of yours is just as pretty right now. Should I find out?” I nod my head as I press my chest further into his rough hands. He lets out a chuckle at my over eagerness. Suddenly, his hands leave my body, and I almost cry out in protest before he shifts, rising from his seated position. I move with him to stand, thinking we are going to move to the couch, but he grabs my wrists and moves them to the desk in front of us. His foot taps at mine to open up my legs, and I do as he demands. “Now be a good girl and stay just like this.” I do as I’m told and listen to the rustling of fabric behind me.
I should be embarrassed. Standing half naked, bent over a desk, no underwear, and the top of my dress hanging around my waist, but I’m not.
“Don’t move Baby.” Hands glide up my legs a second later and I have to force myself not to jump at the contact. When he reaches my upper thighs, my dress gets flipped up over my ass before Xander shoves his face between my thighs. His tongue instantly making contact with my core, and I moan at the feeling. I needed this after everything today. Xander’s hands wrap around my thighs and yanks them apart and back, shoving himself deeper as he devours me like a man starved. He lets out a groan of his own as his once eager licks slow before stopping all together.
“I need you, Wren. I need to fuck you, fill you full of my cum. I want you dripping with me when the others come home tonight. Can you handle that, Little Bird?” I nod eagerly for him to do just that. I’m so drunk on lust, I forget Xander’s rule. A second later, Xander is molded to my back, his hand wrapped around my throat, and pulling back as he places his lips next to my ear. “Words.”
It takes everything in me to speak, but I do. “Y-Yes. I want that.” Xander places a soft kiss on my pulse point before lining his hips up with mine. I can feel his cock slide against my wet core and my pussy cries out with excitement. He thrusts his thick cock against my core a few times in a teasing manner before adjusting himself, the tip right at my core. “Please Xander.” I’m begging at this point.
“Wren. I love you.” The words penetrate the lusty fog a half second before Xander slams home. I feel a pinch of pain from the stretch of Xander’s size, but he gives me a second to breathe before he moves again. I don’t have a chance to process Xander’s words before he moves. He starts with a slow but steady pace, in and out. His firm hand is around my throat, keeping me still as he pounds into me. My hips bump the hard edge of the desk as my hands slip against the slick wood. My orgasm builds with each thrust of Xander’s hips, his cock hitting a certain spot just right that causes mini shocks to shoot through my core. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Wrennnn… Fuck.” Xander’s slow pace breaks as he starts to pistol his hips against my ass. Our combined moans and the slapping of skin, an orchestra of sounds. I’m on the edge of total bliss when Xander leans down, forcing my head to turn in his direction, and takes my mouth with his. His thrusts barely falter as he devours me, body and soul. My climax hits me like a hurricane, my body sparking to life with pure euphoria. Xander must follow me over the edge as he thrusts once more before settling deep within. Our breathing is erratic as we try to catch our breaths. My pulse going a mile a minute before skipping a beat at Xander’s next whispered words.
“I love you, Wren, and I will kill anyone who thinks they can hurt you.”