Chapter 19 Koa
Koa
Axel sits in the passenger seat like a corpse.
Silent. Staring straight ahead. Arms crossed tight over his chest.
I drive toward the rehab facility on the north side of town—the one that doesn’t ask too many questions if you pay cash up front. The one where half the staff are former addicts themselves, so they know every excuse, every manipulation, every lie before you even open your mouth.
“You know this is pointless, right?” Axel finally speaks. His voice is rough, scratchy from the tube they shoved down his throat last night.
I don’t respond. Just keep driving.
“She put you up to this, man,” he continues. “She always does this. Tries to control everything. Tries to fix everyone.”
“She almost watched you die last night.”
“So?”
I slam on the brakes. We’re at a red light, but the force throws him forward. His seatbelt catches him hard.
“So?” I turn to look at him. “Do you know how lucky you are to be fucking loved by her?”
He glares at me. “You don’t know shit about—”
“Do you even realize how much she cares about you?” I lean closer, voice dropping. “She gave herself to me. Traded herself. To save your pathetic ass.”
His face goes pale.
“So here’s the deal,” I say, each word deliberate. “You do the full rehab. You get clean. You find something—sports, music, I don’t give a fuck what—but something other than running around high as a kite. You make your sister happy.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Then,” I smile. Cold. “I’ll ruin Thea instead. Thoroughly. Make that bitch suffer while I sit on the sidelines and watch. Do you understand?”
Thea protests from the back but I tell her to, “Shut the fuck up. I’m having a conversation.”
Axel’s jaw clenches. His hands ball into fists on his lap.
“You can’t force me to stay in rehab,” he says. “You know that, right? You have to admit yourself willingly.”
“I know.” I lean back, start driving again. “That’s why you’re going to choose to stay.”
“Why the fuck would I do that?”
“Because you’re tired. Because you almost died. Because deep down, you know Lexi’s right.” I glance at him. “And because if you walk out of there, I will fucking shove ten pills down your throat and kill you myself.”
Silence.
Good.
We drive the rest of the way without speaking.
The facility is a converted mansion on the edge of town. Old brick, overgrown hedges, iron gates that creak when I push them open.
I park in the circular driveway and get out. Axel follows slowly, reluctantly.
Inside, the lobby smells like coffee and disinfectant. There’s a woman at the front desk—mid-forties, kind eyes, the look of someone who’s seen it all and refuses to be shocked by anything.
“Can I help you?”
“Checking him in,” I say, nodding toward Axel.
She slides a clipboard across the desk. “He’ll need to fill out the intake forms.”
Axel stares at the clipboard like it might bite him.
“Go ahead,” I say.
He picks up the pen. Starts writing. Slow. Deliberate. Like every word is a concession.
I don’t threaten anyone about entering his name in the database. Don’t slip anyone cash to keep it quiet. I have nothing to hide here. This is legitimate.
When he’s done, the woman reviews the forms and nods. “We have a bed available. You can start today if you’d like.”
Axel looks at me. Then at Thea. Then at the floor.
“Yeah,” he finally says. “Okay.”
She smiles. “Great. Follow me.”
She leads him down a hallway. He doesn’t look back.
I watch until he disappears around a corner.
Then I leave.
Thea’s walking with her arms crossed. Glaring at me.
I unlock the doors and get in without a word.
“You’re serious,” she says.
“Yeah.”
She laughs. Bitter. “He’s not going to stay.”
“He will.”
“You don’t know him.”
I start the engine. “Doesn’t fucking matter.”
The drive back to campus is long and quiet. She stares out the window. I keep my eyes on the road.
When I pull up to her dorm, she gets out without saying goodbye. Just slams the door and walks away.
Good riddance.
Back at my place, I need to hit something.
I don’t feel like cracking someone’s face tonight. Too much effort. Too much cleanup.
Drums it is.
I grab my sticks and head to the music building. It’s empty this time of day—everyone’s in class or at lunch. Perfect.
I sit at the kit and just start hitting. No rhythm. No song. Just noise.
Koa: Come to the music room.
I drum. Let the sound drown out everything else.
The door opens shortly after.
Lexi steps inside, and I stop mid-beat.
She looks... different.
Not physically. But something in her eyes. Something softer. More open.
Must’ve been the kiss. Or maybe it’s me taking her brother to rehab.
She approaches without saying a word. Circles the drum set until she’s standing behind me, close enough that I can feel the heat of her body.
I turn my head, watching her in my peripherals.
She leans down, lips close to my ear. “Is it true that you would do anything just to fuck me?”
I turn fully now, meeting her eyes. Daring her.
She reads me clearly. Shakes her head, presses a finger against my lips.
“Not here.”
She starts to walk away, but I grab her legs and guide her onto my lap. She gasps, off-balance, and I spin the stool so she’s facing the drums.
Then I start playing again because I need to hit something really bad. If I can’t slam into her, then this will have to do.
She bounces on my lap with every hit of the bass pedal. I can feel her body pressed against mine—soft, warm, alive.
She leans back, lips almost touching mine. “I can’t stop thinking about our first kiss.”
I lick my lips. She teases me with her breath, hovering just out of reach.
I follow her lead, leaning in.
And then she caves and kisses me.
Fuck.
She tastes like strawberries and cream. I lick her mouth, dying for more. I want a taste of her tits, her pussy, her ass.
I pull her closer, feeling every part of her through the hoodie she’s wearing. My hands slide under the fabric, find bare skin, trace the curve of her waist.
She moans softly, and I move my mouth to her neck. Bite. Suck. Nip. Mark her.
“Koa,” she whispers.
“This room is empty for another hour.”
“Do you have a condom?” she asks. I’m harder than a rock in an instant.
“Are you on birth control?”
She shakes her head, rubbing herself on me.
“Morning after pill?” I ask, nipping her bottom lip.
“Okay.”
She doesn’t need to say more. My lips glue to hers as I work on getting her undressed.
I yank the hoodie off, and the more aggression I use, the harder it is.
She’s laughing in the pits of the hoodie, trying to get her face out.
I throw it to the floor. I take off the shirt she’s wearing and slam my mouth to hers again.
She leans against the drums, panting as I slip her bra off and add that to the pile on the ground.
I take her nipple into my mouth and bite.
“Ow,” she moans seductively. “Shit, Koa.”
I do it to the other one. They need equal love. She just runs her hands through my hair and tugs me closer. I kiss where her light bruise is, remembering how much I wanted her that night and every night after.
“We should—”
I don’t let her finish. I unbutton her pants, yanking them down.
“Koa,” she breathes. “Wait.”
My eyes meet hers and she’s dripping wet. I can already tell by the look in her eyes. I can’t wait to fuck her senseless.
“What?” I ask, licking her skin.
She swallows the lump in her throat and says, “I’ve never seen you…”
“Me?”
She nods. “Your body.”
I stand to my full height, leaving her in the nook of my drum set and take off my black sweater. She keeps her eyes on mine when I take my shirt off. And then I feel the way her eyes glaze over as she looks down at my body.
“Tattoos much?” she asks.
I have a scripture at my ribs and a half sleeve on my right arm. I turn around to show her my ass as I slip off my black jeans. My boxers come off with it. I can’t believe I’m standing naked in the fucking music room right now, but hey, I gotta do what I gotta do.
Now for the real show.
I turn my head first and catch her staring at my ass. Then I slowly turn.
Her breath catches when she sees what I’m packing.
“Take off your pants,” I command.
She stands up and removes her jeans, her underwear sliding down with it. My mind goes feral at the sight of her like this. Fuck, she’s sexy.
I sit down and curl my finger for her to come over. She sits on my lap and the warmth of our skin touching is like little sparks electrifying between us. She’s soft and thick. I want to be inside that pussy so fucking bad.
“Lexi,” I gulp, staring at her eyes.
“Yes,” she quips.
I smile, rubbing the tip of my dick at her entrance. “You can’t back out now.”
“I’m not.”
“Show me how grateful you are, baby.”
“Grateful?”
I nod, trying to enter her. She stands, trying to push me in. She keeps the pace, working her hips on me.
I lean back and enjoy the show. She’s squeezing her thighs, unable to take the pressure. I press my hips up and she moans loudly.
“Fuck, you’re wet. So fucking wet for me, aren’t you?”
“Grateful,” she moans, correcting me.
I grab a fist full of her hair, letting her to fully allow me in. “Come on, baby.”
When her hits reach mine, my hips flex at the success. She’s taken my entire cock, her walls wet as hell. Then she starts moving.
“Just like that,” I praise. “Feels so fucking good.”
Her head rolls back, so I kiss her chest. I take a nipple into my mouth and suck. I hold her neck with one hand and with the other, I start vibrating my fingers on her clit.
She moans loudly, bucking her hips like she can’t handle the pleasure.
“I’ve waited so long for this,” I murmur, and I have. I start fucking her harder, pressing her clit harder. Her pussy gets wetter and wetter. I slap her ass and she stops bouncing on me.
“You don’t like that?” I ask.
She removes herself off me, and I’m left fucking confused, breathless. Still, what a pretty fucking pussy. Her body is perfect. Then she turns around for me to see her perfectly round ass. I grab a cheek and squeeze. And then I smack it.
“Get your fucking ass over here,” I say, grabbing her waist.
She sits on my dick, and I groan. There’s the warmth I was missing. And now I have the perfect view of her beautiful ass. I smack it again and lean forward to whisper in her ear, “Your pussy is so fucking pretty, Lexi.”
I can’t fucking take her pace anymore, so I pick her up by the throat, hold her on my dick and press her against the wall. Her ass cheeks press against me, and the pleasure I feel from this position rakes through my body, blood pulsing my dick. And her moans get squeakier.
“Perfect,” I moan into her ear. “Just like this.”
I fuck her so hard that I start to see stars. She’s crying against the wall, trying to grip onto something. I rub her clit, daring her to combust with me. I’m on the verge.
“Come with me, tiger,” I moan.
She moans louder as I continue to work my magic fingers on her clit. I move in and out of her faster and faster until I feel her body shaking.
“Fuck yeah,” I say, working my hips and slamming them against that plump ass. “Baby.”
She screams loudly. Her walls drenching me with her intense orgasm.
Her body starts convulsing. I release inside of her, watching her beautiful ass bounce against me.
I come so fucking hard and fast that the stars are dancing in my vision.
For a moment, I keep fucking her. Pumping my dick in and out of her, letting her feel how thick my come is just for her.
I slip out, immediately missing that pussy and grab my shirt to clean her up. I wipe between her legs as she pants, trying to catch her breath.
“I can’t believe…I just did that.”
I dress her into her underwear and bra first and then offer to put on her pants for her by bending down, then I throw her shirt over. I tie her hoodie around her neck. I dress myself, fix the drum set, and ask for her hand as I pull her out of the classroom.
We run through the quad and up to my dorm. Once we’re alone in my room, I reach for her pants.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Showing my gratitude.”
I pull her pants down and lay her down on my bed.
She stares up at me, chest rising and falling fast. This time, I take my time.
I kiss her slowly. Deep. Let my hands explore—her jaw, her neck, the hollow of her throat.
I pull off her hoodie. Then her shirt. She’s wearing a plain black bra, nothing special, but on her it’s perfect.
I kiss down her chest. Bite gently at her tits. She arches into me, hands fisting in my hair.
“Koa—”
I move lower. Kiss her stomach. Bite at her hip. Leave marks down her body, small bruises that will fade in days but remind her I was here.
She moans. Loud. I wrap her legs around my face.
“So fucking perfect.”
I start kissing her pussy, and she arches into me and then starts panting, running away.
I look up at her, breathless. She can’t handle the pleasure, so I grab her legs and pull her ass down to me.
“Get your ass back here.”
I dive back down and eat her out. She squeaks, pulling my hair. This time I enter my finger and curl.
Her hips buck into my face.
“That’s it,” I say to her pussy.
Her head falls back as her body starts to shake. Fuck, that fast. Too fast.
I unbutton my jeans and slide my dick out.
“What’re you doing?” she asks, pulling me closer.
“I’m going to fuck you now.”
“Again?”
I nod, pressing my head against her opening. “May I?”
She nods, eyes wide, pupils blown as I slide into her. She cries out when I stretch her open. I kiss her. Harder this time. She’s trembling now, hands gripping the sheets while I feel her pussy tighten on me.
“Breathe,” I murmur.
She does. Shaky. Uneven.
I press a solid finger on her clit and rub. She starts to shake under me.
“Come for me for a third time, tiger. I dare you.”
She glances down at my body, so I give her the show of a lifetime. I watch as she takes my entire dick, but I go slowly. I lean up and grab her legs to hold against my shoulder and then I lean down.
“So fucking grateful,” I whisper.
And then I pull out. Slow. Deliberate.
She stares at me, dazed. “Why’d you stop?”
“Turn around.”
“What?”
“I love that ass, tiger. Now bend over.”
I love it when she’s obedient. She turns over, lifting her ass to meet me my dick. I slap her with it and she giggles. I lean back to get a better glance.
I whistle.
“Stop,” she teases.
“Fuck, Lex. Do you have any idea?” I ask, leaning down. I bite her ass, and she flinches. Then I dive right into that pretty pussy. Fuck, she’s tight. She’s clenching as I stretch her out, and the one gesture has me ready to fill her up again. “You have no idea.”
“What?” she moans.
I glance down, allowing her to ride my dick.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I’m drowning in her right now.