Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
XANDER
S he’s moving here. Fuck my life. That was the last thing I expected, and my brain keeps playing her little speech over and over as I ride the elevator up to Ty and Sasha’s place for brunch. After the day we had yesterday, I want nothing more than something heavy and preferably greasy as fuck rolling around in my stomach, soaking up all this excess alcohol.
Stepping out into the foyer, the aroma of chicken and waffles greets me right before the ringing of laughter tells me I may be the last one to arrive. Following the sound, I move into the open concept kitchen and family room, immediately scanning the space for London since I overheard her mentioning staying here until she buys her own place.
Sasha, Gem, and Mia are sprawled around the oversized black U-shaped couch, looking like I feel—hungover as fuck. Seemingly comfy as hell in hoodies and leggings, I snort at Gem wearing some kind of mask or goggles over her eyes with her head resting on a pillow. To my left, the guys are in the kitchen. Eli and Drew offering no help but hovering like vultures as Ty preps the food. No London in sight.
“Ladies!” I call out. “You all look like shit.”
“Shhhh! Why are you yelling?” Mia whisper shouts, holding her head.
“Inside voices, please,” Gem mumbles from her perch.
Sasha looks over, giving me a half-hearted wave before her eyes close again, and I suppress a laugh. I don’t think I’ve ever seen them in such bad shape.
“You girls are getting old. Can’t handle your liquor like you used to.” Considering they each turned twenty-five in the last six months, I know these are fighting words. For some reason, they’re super sensitive at any mention of this. Oh, and when someone calls them ma’am , the claws come out. Hissing follows me and I swear I can feel the daggers lobbed at my back as I head over to the kitchen.
“Gentlemen. Hey, where’s Coco?” Ty and Sasha have the cutest little mutt. She’s usually my cuddle buddy when I hang around these lovey dovey assholes.
“She’s spending the weekend with my parents. You know how my mom is. Bring me my grand puppy .” We laugh and I think his mom is just excited for grandkids one day and trying not to pressure them so she’s practicing with Coco.
Rubbing my hands together, I scan the chafing dishes lined up along the black marble island. “What’s on the menu today?”
Ty nods before pointing to each dish. “Eggs. Hash browns. Biscuits. Gravy. Chicken. Waffles. Bacon. Fruit salad.”
“Damn. All my favorites. I’m gonna go wash my hands so I can dig in.”
Not waiting for a response, I turn and head down the hall toward the guestrooms. I have a feeling London would hide herself away from Ty and Sasha and take the one furthest from their room. Noticing the ajar door at the end of the hall, I know I’m right. Giving it a few light raps, I push it open when there’s no response.
Stepping in, I scan the room. Sasha’s decorating hasn’t quite made it this far yet. Ty’s design choices of all black everything surrounds me with the plush black rug, black and gray bedding, and black velvet chaise at the foot of the queen-sized bed. This dark space doesn’t fit her flits through my head as I note her clothes and my hoodie I had Drew offer her last night are scattered along the floor, the unmade bed in the middle of the room, and water running in the adjoining restroom. Hearing it shut off, I quickly turn, closing and locking the door before striding to her bed and taking a seat.
Stepping out a minute later, London jumps, her hand flying to her chest when she spots me. Fear and surprise quickly morph into anger as her eyes narrow. Dressed in a fitted black tank and black leggings, she’s basically cosplaying cat woman as she stalks toward me.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she snarls, fire flaming in those sexy eyes.
Fuck, why is that so hot?
“What? I just came to check on you, scaredy cat.”
She tilts her head, looking me over. “You got a haircut.”
I flash a grin, running a hand through my freshly shorn hair. “Yeah. You said I needed one.”
Stopping in front of me, her eyes narrow before she waves a hand around. “Get up. I know you don’t have your dirty outside clothes on my bed.” Her eyes drift down before bulging. “Ew! You’re wearing your shoes in here? Were you raised by wolves?”
I look down at my sweats and leather sneakers and before I form a retort, she holds up her hand.
“I know, I know. They’re designer . But you’ve still been outside in them. Get off my bed. I need to wash these sheets now.” She starts yanking the sheets and practically sends me flying.
I move aside, only because I’m afraid she’s going to hurt me. “Babycakes, I’m more than happy to really get them dirty.” I shoot her a wink. “You know my dick is still singing your pussy's praises.”
Sighing, she continues to rip the bedding from the bed. Stepping to the other side to help, I tug at the gray sheets, watching and waiting for an answer.
“Listen, I’m not adding you to my body count, so get over it,” she finally says.
Dumbstruck, I choke on air before I can spit out, “I'm already a notch on your belt. Probably the biggest one.”
Shaking her head, she throws the sheets to the floor. “No, I decided not to count that one.”
“What the fuck does that mean? I put in work. I practically had you screaming my name. You can’t just decide I don’t count.” I can’t fucking believe we’re arguing about this.
She has the brass to fucking laugh as she removes her pillowcases. “I've decided that I can because you know, karma.”
“What?” She’s lost me completely.
“You know how much sex women have without getting off? Or he doesn’t call after? It’s time we take our power back, and you get ten minutes to prove yourself.” She nods to herself as she continues to work.
“Holy shit.” Realization hits like a fucking sledgehammer. Moving around the bed, I shift into her path. “But I beat the shot clock, you got off, and I definitely would have called after.” Stepping in closer, she tilts her head up to meet my gaze. “Fuck that, I can practically still taste you, remember how tight your little pussy was. Don't pretend you didn't enjoy it.”
She clears her throat as the pulse in her neck jumps. “I didn't say I didn't enjoy it. I'm just saying it doesn't count.”
“So why don't we rectify that?” Taking advantage of this moment, I stroke her cheek with my thumb before sliding it against her plump pink lips. “Would it count if I come in your mouth or your pussy? What about your ass? Sounds to me like you regret leaving me hard and lonely.”
She exudes a sexy indifference with just a roll of her eyes. “I don’t know about that, but I’ll let you know after I do some additional research. I’ll be sure to ask the next guy these in-depth questions.”
The next guy ? Hell no! There is no next guy, she's got to be fucking kidding me. My gut burns like it’s stuffed with fiery coals, embers singe my lungs as my breath hitches. Staring into her enchanting eyes, more hazel than green in this light, my brain struggles to put words to what I’m feeling. My tongue too heavy for a rebuttal.
When I don't respond, she pulls away. “What did you want? Why’d you sneak in here?” She considers me again. “Are you finally going to tell me what you wanted to say yesterday when you accosted me in the restroom? Or are we pretending like that didn’t happen?”
I shrug, snapping out of the stupor she seems to constantly have me in. “You surprised me with your announcement. I didn't expect you to say you're moving here. I thought you were here for a short trip.”
She holds my gaze. “Me moving here changed what you wanted to tell me?”
I nod. “One hundred percent.”
She wets her lips, and my eyes follow the movement. “Tell me anyway. I'm too curious at this point.”
I hold her gaze. “Since you were here for such a short time, I wanted to call a truce. Be friendly for the duration of your trip.”
She nods.
“And obviously fuck you again.” Fuck you out of my system.
Her eyes widen before she scoffs. “Your fucking mouth! You’re too damn cocky. I just don't get it.”
I hit her with my sexiest smile. “I’m having déjà vu. You can't see how I could be cocky ?”
“Absolutely not! It's blowing my mind actually.” Holding her hand up, she says, “Now, stop trying to distract me. Since I told you I'm moving here, are you saying we can't have a truce?”
That’s not what I’m saying at all, but I just bite my lip, looking her over without answering. I don’t think I can put my thoughts into words just yet. I’m still trying to figure out what her being here means.
She meets my gaze for a moment before she shakes her head, her eyes dilating just a bit. “Oh, I get it. This is about our unfinished business.”
I shrug, hoping she’ll show her cards. I can’t be the only one unsure about everything, can I?
She steps closer, murmuring, “You really want my mouth on you, don't you?”
The rasp in her voice heats my blood and I lean in, quick to match her energy. “I do. It's all I can think about. How once I get you on your knees, I’d just keep you there, teach you—” She cuts me off with a flick of her wrist.
“Oh, I know how to suck dick, thank you very much.”
“Ah…” I shake my head. “Not just dick. My dick. I wanna teach you how to take me to the back of your throat. Choke on it a bit, before swallowing around the head,” I groan. “That’s how I’d want it from my favorite girl.” I want to tell her I’m not the one to tease. Suck my head, lavish my shaft and balls, and I’m putty in your hands.
She rolls her eyes and huffs a laugh. “You are so fucking funny. I'm surprised no one has ever mentioned it before. I've heard tons about you but never that.”
“Baby, I’ve got loads… of jokes. Be prepared to swallow.”
She doesn't respond as she continues to consider me, and I take the time to let my eyes roam over her face. Even with red, puffy eyes, she looks good enough to eat. Considering the day she had yesterday, and how hard she went to keep up with the girls, her beauty still shines bright and draws me to her.
“I am curious if that monster is as big as I remember.” She shrugs. “Alright.”
“Alright, what?” Before I can form a complete sentence, she drops to her knees. Yanking my sweats down, my boxer briefs follow quickly and before I can fully grasp what's happening, scorching wet heat engulfs my cock and my brain goes haywire.
Holy fuck me!
Hungry sucks.
Fast, deep pulls.
Sloppy licks.
She bobs, creating the perfect suction I could get lost in. Her warm hand tightens around the base of my cock, pulling and twisting. She doesn’t tease. She knows what this is. Letting myself float along these waves of pure bliss, I watch her, those gorgeous eyes closed tight. The warm, slick glide of her tongue along the underside of my cock, shoots pulses of electricity through my body.
Fuck. I can’t resist pulsing deeper, and she gags, her watery eyes shooting open to meet mine. Once our eyes lock, she relaxes, allowing me to push further, rock into her throat until I’m buried, and she swallows around me. My head falls back on another tight swallow, and I never want this to end. Giving a shake, I pull it together to take in the sight of her, her thick lips already slick as they stretch around me.
“Fuck, baby.” I breathe, as she pulls off.
A small laugh huffs from her lips as she runs her full lips lightly along my length. My legs tremble as she greedily sucks me down again, adding her other hand, her grunts shooting vibrations down my shaft. I’m overdosing on the ecstasy of her fucking mouth. Reveling at the sight of her on her knees, those damned dazzling eyes locked with mine, the hedonism unparalleled as it shoots between us, pricking my skin from head to toe.
Her moans and ravenous mouth speak a language I want to be fluent in and the telltale tightening of my balls both shock and awe me. It’s been mere moments, and she has me on the brink with that talented mouth and slick tongue.
“I knew it… your mouth… fucking heaven.” Sucking in much needed air, my eyes roam over her face. “Damn, you’re pretty with your mouth full. Fucking perfect on your knees.”
The soft hand caressing my balls has me swelling, ready to unload, but before I completely lose myself in the paradise that is her mouth, I pull back, teeth bared as I stroke my slick cock inches from her puffy wet lips as she pants. My strokes increase as I grip her hair and hold her head just right so I can watch her face, see those heaving tits as I even the score. I’ll be fucking them next time.
With that thought, I explode with a filthy grunt, my hand still working, moving rapidly as I paint her cheeks, her slick chin, and neck in ribbons of thick, white cum. My dick is still partially hard and sensitive, and in a fucking daze, I shudder, smearing every spurt of cum on her face, across her forehead, down her cheek, even catching several drops in her hair, before tapping her nose with it, as I smile lazily down at her face. And she takes it all without protest, eyes wide, as she watches me. That zap of energy surges between us again and she’s fucking magnificent dripping in my cum.
“There’s your fucking truce. Now we’re even,” I murmur, reluctantly tucking myself back into my pants and walking to the door. I need to get out of here. I need to breathe in air not filled with her mouthwatering scent, but her guffaw freezes my hand on the handle, and I can’t resist turning to peer at her.
My eyes meet hers as she smirks. “Thanks.”
Her breathless rasp has my cock twitching again.
“For?” This should be good.
She slides a finger through the dripping cum on her cheek. “I don't swallow.” And with that fucking grenade tossed at my feet, she stands gracefully and saunters toward the bathroom.
Glancing at me over her shoulder, she says, “Fuck your truce. I’m having too much fun.”
Finally making it to my intended destination, I close the door and stand in front of the vanity before meeting my gaze in the oversized oval mirror. What the fuck just happened? Placing my hands on the cool black marble, I lean forward, my head turning side to side as I inspect my face. I don’t look any different, but I can’t say the same about how I feel.
I don’t know what it is about her that throws me off-kilter. Maybe it’s because I never know how she’s going to react, or better yet, what’s going to come out of that delicious but lethal fucking mouth.
But she gets something churning in my gut and I can’t tell if I love it or hate it. I guess I need more data. Trial and error. I’ll have to figure out just how far I can push her and how far I’m willing to go. I wasn’t just talking shit when I offered that truce. Getting along for a few days, fucking her until my balls ached sounded ideal. I’d finally get the girl who got away, and I wanted to fucking binge on her, gorge myself until I was good and well satiated and send her on her way hoping that would keep her out of my head. But with her here, there’s no sending her on her way. I’d see her frequently, take today’s brunch, and it would only feed whatever this feeling is I can’t shake.
Washing my hands, I give myself a onceover before I head out to the others and of course they started without me, but I can’t blame them. Gem is sitting on Eli’s lap at the dining table as he rubs her back, and she looks happy as a clam as she shovels food in her mouth. I can’t stifle my laugh as he prompts her to slow down and take a drink of water between bites.
Drew and Mia are seated on the floor, leaning against the couch as they eat at the coffee table. An empty plate hangs off the other side where Ty and Sasha are resting on the couch. Him on his back, Sasha on his chest, head tucked under his chin, as he holds her close under a fluffy throw.
No, no. All this domesticity just won’t do. Not now. Not after that.
“What the hell is going on in here? I leave for two seconds...” Turning to the giant flatscreen I spot the movie they’re watching. “And you’re watching fucking Save the Last Step Up the Streets Magic Honey fucking Flashdance?” I can’t help teasing the girls.
They all chuckle, egging me on.
“Sasha, I know this is all you. Why you gotta do me like that?” I say as I cover my heart with my hands.
She snorts. “It’s Dirty Dancing . How can you not watch it every time it comes on?”
“Uhm, because I have better taste.”
Mia scoffs. “I’m starting to think you were abused as a child. How could your parents deprive you of Baby and Johnny?”
Gem yells from the dining room, “You missed out on a love that overcame the odds. Sit down and watch it.”
Before I can protest and beg for ESPN, London glides into the room and all thoughts fly from my head. She’s thrown on an oversized wine-colored sweater over her tank and leggings and some cute fuzzy socks. Her bare shoulder is a fucking tease, and I want nothing more than to sink my teeth into the expanse of silky skin there.
“Oooh, I love Dirty Dancing . Even though watching now as an adult is a totally different experience. Let me grab a plate.” I watch her scurry to the kitchen, and I follow as she throws over her shoulder. “I still can’t believe you don’t have coffee. You’re barbarians, but this spread makes up for it.”
“You don’t want to know what Sasha does to not need coffee in the morning,” Mia calls.
Her steps falter as she makes a face. Sidling up beside her, I lift the lids of the chafing dishes with a flourish before taking the plate from her hands. Her eyes narrow and I know she’s about to decimate me with that tongue, so I hold up my hand as my eyes roam over her. Her beautiful face is scrubbed bare, but her lips look tantalizingly soft and wet, as if begging to be kissed.
Clearing my throat, I look back at the dishes. “Chill, babycakes. I was going to ask how’s your throat, but instead, I’ll make your plate. What do you want?”
The silence hangs heavy and pregnant between us before she responds. “This must be your way of making it up to me?”
When I raise a brow in question, she points to her hair, wet and twisted up in a bun. “I have to find a hair salon thanks to you. You owe me.”
My cock perks up at the memory of stuffing her throat and the fucking mess I made of her.
“Fine,” she acquiesces. “But I’m watching you. Don’t try to poison my food.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I say, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “I’m having too much fun.”
I expect her to laugh or shove me, but as I watch her face, her lips purse as she looks away before responding.
“Let’s just call this a cheat weekend . I’ll have chicken and waffles, a biscuit, and a little bit of gravy. Don’t skimp on the hash browns and bacon either.”
I chuckle and laden her plate with enough food for at least three people. Handing her my masterpiece on a plate, with silverware neatly rolled in a black napkin—because of course, these two couldn’t just use paper towels—I hold up the container of warm maple syrup, but she nods toward the ketchup.
Her thank you is soft as she rushes to the living room, and I stare after her as she maneuvers around a cuddled-up Eli and Gem and takes a seat in the middle of the enormous U-shaped couch. Grabbing silverware for myself and a Gatorade, I climb over the back of the couch and take the seat next to her.
Calling out, “So, it looks like none of us are getting out of this.” I’m immediately shushed.
“Watch it,” London hisses. “What are you doing?”
Making a show of unraveling my silverware, I open it with a snap and spread it over my lap. “Watching this dumb ass movie. What does it look like?” I whisper.
“That’s not what I meant.” She eyes my silverware.
“You didn’t think I made all of that for you, did you? We’re sharing. Come on. Don’t be stingy. There’s more than enough meat for you.” Stabbing a mound of hashbrowns, I pointedly turn my gaze to the movie. Before long she joins me, taking turns as we make our way through the mountain of food.
During a commercial break, she says, “Hey, Gem. Any recs for a hair salon? I made a mess of my hair and had to wash it, but I suck at straightening it myself.”
They all turn to investigate her claim. “If you just want it straightened, Gem’s the best. At least until you find someone,” Mia volunteers.
“I can totally do it. I hate doing my own hair because it takes forever, so I have a girl I go to whenever I randomly have the need to straighten my hair or need a cut and color. She specializes in natural hair.”
“Perfect.” London smiles in appreciation before swiping a strip of bacon.
“Oh, selfcare Sunday. Let’s have a sleepover,” Sasha practically squeals.
A sleepover. Heading to the kitchen, I take out my phone and shoot a text to the one person who will help me out without question.
Since I wasn’t invited to this little party, I’m going to need you to do some recon and find out everything you can about London.
Have I stalked her socials for the past few months? My best friend is a lawyer, you won’t get me on the record admitting that shit. But, hypothetically, yes, and any additional recon wouldn’t hurt.
A phone vibrates on the table, breaking through the chatter, and my heart pounds as it’s picked up and my message is read. My heart practically cracks my ribs as I wait and wait for a response. Sasha’s eyes meet mine, her smile soft as she nods, and I expel a breath. I knew I could count on her and at least I know she’ll be discreet.