8. Lex
CHAPTER 8
Lex
I slap Saint on the shoulder.
“Be careful.”
My twin offers me a serious nod. “I will.”
The roads will be quiet at this time of night, and it’s unlikely he’ll come across any more trouble taking the truck to pick up Vani’s bike, but it still concerns me.
I’ll go with him , Zane signs.
I nod. “Thanks, dude.”
I can’t imagine ever having to live without my twin. As much as he pisses me off at times, he’s one half of me. We’ve been together since we were in the womb, and our upbringing means we’re closer than most. Having a mother walk out on you when you’re a kid will do that. With our rotating door of nannies, and our father who didn’t give a fuck, we only had each other. I hadn’t thought we’d ever let anyone else in. We don’t trust easily; you might say we have abandonment issues but then we came to Verona Falls and met Zane. Then it was the three of us.
Until we met Vani.
Has three become four?
Except even if we have, now we’re in danger of going back to being three again.
It doesn’t take a psychologist to understand that the reason we’re so upset with her for running is because she’s another woman who’s left us. Another woman who’s lied to us. Another woman who can’t be trusted.
I need to get Vani back to her room without being seen by any more members of the faculty—in particular, the dean. I don’t want anyone asking questions.
What she said about the Preachers lingers on my mind. They’re such a bunch of freaks. I don’t believe in shit like magic, but it still creeps me out that they believe they can hurt us with Vani’s blood and hair.
They can hurt us with Vani .
I think that’s the part that’s bothering me most of all. That they believe she’s the way to get to us.
It bothers me because they’re right.
I slip my arm around her waist to offer her support as we make our way up the grand staircase and into the hallways of West House. At least here, I don’t have to worry about bumping into either the Devils or the Preachers. West House is the Vipers’ domain. We rule here, and everyone knows it.
My gaze drops down to the swell of her breasts peeping from the top of her torn t-shirt. Twin sets of teeth marks are bruised against her creamy skin. I narrow my eyes, my hold on her tightening. Who did that? Was it the Preachers?
I hold my tongue until we reach her room. She unlocks the door, and we both step inside.
She spins to face me. “I don’t need you here, Lex. I’m fine.”
I kick the door shut behind me, and the bang ricochets down the hallway. I don’t care how many people I’ve just woken.
“I’m not going anywhere. You might have a concussion.”
“I don’t.”
“You’ve been hurt, and you’ve had a shock. You shouldn’t be alone.”
“I’m all right,” she insists.
It doesn’t matter what she says; I’m not leaving. The sooner she gets it, the better. My gaze locks on the teeth marks.
“Who did that to you? I assume it didn’t happen in the bike crash.”
Her expression crumples in confusion, and she drops her chin, following my line of sight. She spots what I’m looking at, and her cheeks stain with red. “Oh, that. It’s nothing.” She nibbles at the inside of her cheek, her lips twisting with her discomfort.
Fire stokes inside me, burning through my blood. “It’s not nothing, Vani. They are clearly teeth marks. They’re going to bruise, too. If those goddamned Preachers did this to you, I’m going to find a pair of pliers and yank out their teeth, one by one. They’ll be needing to blend all their meals for the rest of their lives by the time I’m done with them.”
Her eyes pop wide, and her jaw drops. “Lex, it wasn’t the Preachers. It was Zane.”
Now I’m shocked. “What? Why would he…”
I trail off. I thought I’d noticed something between them, but I’d just put it down to the heightened emotion of the situation. “You let Zane…what? Fuck you?”
The crimson stain deepens. “No, we just kind of made out a little.”
I fold my arms across my chest. “Hang on. So, between you telling us how you hated us all and never wanted to see us again, you somehow ended up making out with Zane?”
“Yes,” she mutters, not meeting my eye. “It wasn’t intentional.”
“You were running and fell on his dick?” I offer.
“You know what Zane is like. He’s so big and powerful. He’s not an easy man to say no to.”
I don’t like the bitter wave of jealousy that sweeps through me. “So, what, he fingered you? Was that it?”
“Not quite. I kind of dry humped his leg, and then gave him a blow job.”
“You sucked his cock? On your knees in the dirt after everything you’d just gone through.”
“It just happened.”
“Right, get in the shower.”
“What?”
I could berate her. I could shout at her, and call her a whore, and tell her she’s a fucking hypocrite—which she is—but that’s not my way. It doesn’t mean I’m any less angry with her, and now I’m jealous as well, but I’ll win her over with tenderness, not anger. Sugar rather than salt. I still grind my molars at the thought of her and Zane together while Saint and I were dealing with the Preachers, though. I understand that Zane would have wanted to keep her away from them, but he could have done it without getting his dick sucked.
“You heard me. You’re covered with all that shit from the Preachers, and you still have dirt on you from the crash. Take off your clothes and get in the shower, and I’ll wash you clean.”
“I can do it?—”
“Now, Venom,” I command, leaving no room for disrespecting me in my tone.
“You’re all a bunch of fucking sociopaths,” she mutters but heads to the bathroom. “I’m only doing this so I can have some peace and quiet, but then you’re out of here.” Her words trail after her, falling behind her as she walks.
I wonder which way she’s swaying with regard to believing the rumors about Reagan. Is she starting to have doubts now? I assume she must be if she did that with Zane, for fuck’s sake.
Or maybe she’s simply here for other reasons? Perhaps she changed her mind about running to come back here and keep digging?
We still haven’t questioned her about her interest in Reagan. Who is this girl to her? I know we’ll need to, but tonight has all been about making sure she’s safe. There’ll be plenty of time for questioning her tomorrow. Plus, if we start tonight, something tells me we might never see her again if the conversation goes badly, and I want as long as I can get before she ignores me for good.
Vani goes to slam the bathroom door behind her, shutting me out, but I jam my foot in the gap and prevent her from doing so.
“I told you already, I’m helping.”
“I don’t need your help.”
I cock an eyebrow. “You going to wash your hair with that arm?”
She blinks down at her bandaged arm as though she’d completely forgotten about it. “Shit.” She lets out a long breath. “Fine. But I’m keeping my underwear on.”‘
“No, you’re not. I’ve seen every inch of you already. I’ve fucking been inside you, Vani. There’s no point in keeping your underwear on.” I sigh. “You’re pissed at us, I get it, but what you heard isn’t true. More importantly, you’re injured. You need help. First, do you have any plastic wrap? That bandage shouldn’t get wet. I can wrap it if you have anything.”
Her jaw flexes as she wrestles with her decision. “Ugh, you’re so annoying. I don’t, but I do have a plastic bag in my desk.” She points to the bedroom. “Top drawer, it has my pens and things in there, and there’s a bag that will maybe work.”
I head to the drawer and slide it open. Sure enough, I see the bag, the kind you put lunch in or leftovers for the freezer. I rip the bottom out of it, so there are two holes, and grab some tape. I place the supplies on the side then reach to the bottom of my t-shirt and drag it up over my head.
“Now what are you doing?” she exclaims.
“I’m not going to get my clothes wet.”
My cock is already at half-mast.
She carefully starts to remove her clothes but winces as she moves her arm, so I step in to help her. She doesn’t protest this time and allows me to carefully slide her t-shirt over her head and down her injured arm. It should probably be looked at by a medical professional sometime soon. Fuck only knows what those asshole Preachers have put on there. They did do a good job of bandaging her up, though.
“Wait a minute.” I grab the things I brought into the room and slide the bag over her arm before taping it in place. “There. Hold it out of the shower as much as you can, but this will stop it getting wet from any splashes.”
Her face softens a little; it’s a tiny chink, but I’ll take it.
“Thanks,” she says, her voice low.
I turn on the shower, and steam quickly fills the room. Vani is in only her bra and matching lace panties. She turns her back on me and unclips her bra and then rolls down her panties. She kicks them away and steps into the shower, holding her bandaged arm out of the flow.
With a smile, I rid myself of the rest of my clothes and follow her in. The sight of her naked ass has put me from half-mast to fully erect, and I wonder what her reaction will be if I jam my cock into the base of her spine.
But I find my gaze drifting over the rest of her naked, and now wet, skin. She’s covered in bruises and grazes from the accident, and my cock deflates a little. Fuck. I hate that she’s hurt and that she got hurt running away from us.
It’s not even as though this shit is our fault. Yeah, we’ve got a bad reputation, but we didn’t do anything to Reagan. She was just seen around us, that’s all, and that was enough to spark rumors.
I hope the same thing doesn’t happen to Vani.
The idea sparks another volley of unwanted thoughts. What if the accident that happened to Reagan happens to Vani? After all, the official line is that Reagan jumped from the top of the tower, but no one actually knows. There are no cameras up there, and no one saw anything, apart from her landing on my fucking car.
Vani’s sweet voice meets my ears. “I thought you were going to wash my hair.”
She still has her back to me. The water in her hair has straightened her curls, and it makes her hair even longer, dragging it down her spine, so it stops just above the cleft of her ass. My hands automatically go to her wide hips, tracing their curves as though I’m smoothing clay on a model of a goddess.
My cock jumps back to attention.
“That’s not my hair, Lex,” she says.
I clear my throat. “Sorry.” But I edge closer, bend my knees, and press my cock up against her ass. She’s warm and soft and wet…and she doesn’t move away.
“Still not my hair.” There’s a new huskiness to her tone.
I drop my face to her shoulder and kiss her skin. She’s everything I could ever want. “I’m aware of that.”
I slip my arms around her body to cup her breasts. I weigh them in my hands and brush my thumbs across both nipples, loving how sensitive they are to my touch.
She lets out a moan. “Lex?—”
“I know,” I tease her. “Not your hair either.”
I pinch and pull her large nipples into peaks, all the while grinding my cock against her ass. She pushes back on me, and one of her hands covers mine. She grabs it and guides it down between her thighs.
“You’re sure?” I ask her. “You’re not too banged up?”
“Lex, you need to stop talking before I kick you out of here. Now, hurry up and finger me.”
I don’t need any more encouragement. I part her with my fingers and push inside. My cock hardens even more, and I’m lost to her. My tongue and lips on her skin. My hand on her breast. My chest flush against her back. My fingers inside her. My cock sliding between the wet cleft of her buttocks.
I’m consumed by her.
“Fuck, Vani, I want to be inside you.”
She nods. “Yes, do it. Fuck me. I want you.”
I feel like she wants to add, ‘do it before I change my mind,’ but she doesn’t. I slip my fingers from her body and wrap my hand around my cock instead.
I drop a little lower, and she braces herself with her good arm against the wall of the shower stall and pushes that incredible ass out toward me. She steps her feet apart to give me access. The shaven swell of her pussy lips is visible now, and even under the shower water, it’s clear she’s glistening wet.
While she might claim she hates us and doesn’t trust us, her body says differently.
Still fisting myself, I press the head of my cock against her pussy. She stretches around me, and I slip inside.
I drop my forehead to her back. “Fuck, that feels good. You’re so tight for me.”
I drive deeper, until I’m jammed deep inside her. I pause, giving her body time to adjust to me and relishing the sensation of her pussy clamping around my cock.
“Tell me what Zane did to you while you were waiting for us,” I tell her. “Describe it to me in detail.”
She hesitates at first. “He started kissing me…”
“And then what?” I encourage, as I pull halfway out then slam into her again.
“And then he put his thigh between my legs and grabbed my ass.”
I slide out and fuck her again. “Then what?”
Her voice becomes breathy. “It turned me on, and he kept rubbing me until I came. My panties were soaked.”
“You came while you were grinding up against him, like a horny little teenager.” I reach around her body to rub her clit. It’s swollen and jutting from her body, and from the sounds she makes, it’s clearly sensitive.
“Yes,” she squeaks.
“And when did you suck Zane’s cock?”
“After,” she gasps. “He pushed me to my knees and took out his dick and shoved it into my mouth. He’s so big, I couldn’t breathe, but he held me by the hair and fucked my face. I had tears streaming down my cheeks, and still he kept going.”
“Fuck,” I groan. I can picture it perfectly, and hearing the description come out of her mouth while my dick is buried in her pussy, brings me even closer to coming.
“One day, Saint and I are going to fuck you together. Both of us at the same time. Saint can take your pussy, because I’m going to take your ass. You’ll be sandwiched between twins, two identical brothers, both fucking you hard. Saint’s going to tell you what a dirty little whore you are for taking two brothers at once, how you’re a filthy slut for letting me put my cock in your ass. And I’m going to tell you how you’re a perfect princess, and that you’re doing so well for taking us both.”
“Oh, God,” she whimpers.
I grab her hips, holding her in place while I slam into her.
“And what about Zane?” she manages to grind out. “What will he be doing?”
“He’ll want to choke you on his massive cock again.”
“Oh, yes, fuck, yes.”
Her inner walls flutter around me, and I drive in, deeper and faster. I grab her wet hair in my fist, bowing her back and lifting her head toward me. We kiss, hungry and fast and completely unrefined, and then I let her go again. Our skin slaps together, echoing in the confines of the shower stall.
“Now, Lex! Oh, fuck, now.”
She shatters around me, her pussy milking my cock, and I hold myself deep and give in to the ecstasy. I release myself with spurt after spurt, as the water from the shower pummels down around us.
Fuck. That was intense. And hot. And…
Vani’s shoulders are shaking, her head hung down. Alarm jars through me. What the fuck? Is she crying?
I slip from her body and try to turn her to face me. She keeps her head down, and now she’s shaking it. No, no, no…
“Vani, what’s wrong? Hey, what’s going on?”
This isn’t the first time I’ve made her cry when I’ve been fucking her.
I manage to turn her around, but she shoves at my bare chest. “Just leave me alone. Get out!”
Her attack takes me by surprise, and I stumble back. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“You are! You and Zane and Saint. You’re all just messing with my head.”
“What the fuck? You’re crazy.”
She glares at me. “Am I? If I am, you’re the ones who’ve made me this way.” She shuts off the water and grabs a towel, wrapping it over the top of her breasts and tucking it in. “Now get the fuck out of my room before I call security.”
“I didn’t wash your hair,” I say, though I know it’s lame. I’m trying to stop this. It’s not ideal to talk without the others here, but damn, I need to talk her down.
“Fuck my hair. I mean it, Lex.” She points toward the bathroom door, but I know she’s indicating the main one. “Get the hell out of my room, now.”
I stand there, completely naked and dripping wet, my cock soft and my heart hurting “I can’t. You might have a concussion.”
“My potential concussion didn’t seem to worry you too much when you were fucking me up against the shower wall.”
I bite on my lower lip. She’s not wrong about that. “Yeah, but when you sleep?—”
She grabs a spare towel and throws it at me. “I mean it, Lex. Out.”
“ Nom de Dieu! Can’t I even get dressed?”
Her gaze flicks down to where my clothes were abandoned in a pile on the floor. She scoops them up and shoves them into my arms. “No. Leave, right now.”
“Fucking hell.”
She pushes me out of the bathroom, and toward the door, my clothes still bundled in my arms, a towel clutched to my groin. My bare ass and back are on show for everyone to see, but she doesn’t seem to care. I could fight back—I’m far bigger and stronger than she is—but her sudden change in demeanor has left me confused and off my game. Besides, would I really physically fight her? No, I wouldn’t.
I allow her to propel me to the door before she leans past me and pushes it open. With one final shove, she throws me out into the hallway. I manage to get a look at her face, at the way tears are streaming down her cheeks and her eyes are red and swollen. The bandage looks a bit wet despite the bag, and there are scrapes and bruises across one shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her, still standing there with my ass on display. I’m not sure what the fuck I’m apologizing for.
She closes her eyes briefly and shakes her head, and then slams the door behind me.
Her sobs filter through the wood, and I picture her throwing herself onto the bed, still in her towel, crying.
It’s only as I try to cover myself, wondering what to do next, that I realize we still need to talk with her, even if she doesn’t want us to. Why have we hesitated for so long to ask her why she’s so invested in Reagan Olsen in the first place? It’s an important question, and one we’ve ducked.
Maybe it’s because we don’t want to hear the answer.