Chapter 14
Vex
The feeling of Loyal wrapped tightly around me can only be described as home. It’s taken a long time for us to get to this point but I feel complete. As if something has clicked into place and I’m exactly where I belong and have always belonged.
Eden’s Keep was cruel, evil and torturous and yet, within these walls I met the woman that was always meant to be mine, and now, well, now we are one as we always should have been.
“Vex, please, I need you to-”
Loyal’s pleas cut off in a gasp as I thrust my hips against her, before pulling out and thrusting forward again.
It’s unfair, how good she feels, and I know that I won’t last long.
I have never wanted a woman as much as I have wanted Loyal, and now to have her sweet body beneath me, begging for my fingers and tongue and cock?
Shit, I’m amazed I didn’t blow my load earlier.
“More, Vex, more!” she cries out and I speed up my thrusts.
I was prepared to take things slow, easy, gentle and willing to stop if Loyal needed me to, but instead she surprises me at every turn. It’s like the last wall she was holding up fell away after Church and she’s right. The water cleansed us, made us new.
“Vex!”
Leaning back on my heels I grip Loyal’s hips, my tanned, rough hands on her soft, pale waist, the difference between us almost as shocking as the sight of my thick cock sliding in and out of the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.
Her candy pink lips stretched wide around my cock, her cream glistening in the low light.
It’s the most fucking erotic thing I’ve ever seen and I know I’m a bastard for it but I can’t help but fuck her rougher and harder, my balls slapping on her ass cheeks and her cries the only sound in the room.
“Vex! Oh god, oh god!” Her back arches up off the bed and her pussy clamps so tightly around me that it chokes the cum right out of me, my grunts of delight mixed in with hers, echoing off the walls.
We shudder and shake together until my spent body lies over hers, her legs wrapping around my waist, not wanting to let me go as my cock twitches and softens inside her.
“I love you Loyal, to the marrow of my bones.”
“I love you too, Vex Landry. To the marrow of mine.”
We lay together, her heart thudding against mine through our chests, her hands in my hair as my hand lazily strokes her cheek.
I roll us to the side so I don’t crush her too much, she’s delicate my Loyal, even if she doesn’t think so.
My cock slips from her warm channel, and her nose screws up as our combined cum leaks from her.
“Here, lemme just-” I jump from the bed and rush to the ensuite bathroom, letting the water warm up before wetting a cloth, taking it back to the room and gently cleaning her.
I try to ignore how swollen and wet she looks, but it’s fucking hard and my cock starts to thicken again. I will him down as I throw the cloth into the hamper by the wall, and climb back into bed with my woman, lying nose to nose, her red head resting on my bicep, my hand rubbing her back.
“I can’t believe I’m here, with you.” Loyal peeks up at me through her lashes and chuckles softly.
“Why not? You were always meant for me, sweetheart,” I reply, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose.
She leans back slightly, her bright blue eyes taking in my serious face. “You really believe that, don’t you?”
“Of course. I was put on this earth for you. It may have taken me a while to get ya, but I’ll never let you go now.”
She grins, and instead of leaning forward and pressing her lips to mine like I expect, she surprises me by rolling on top of me, legs falling to either side of my waist, her wet core pressed to me.
“So, now that you’re mine I can do whatever I want with you?” she asks, leaning back, copper brow arched.
“I am your humble servant,” I grin, placing my arms behind my head watching my woman as she blows my mind.
* * *
“Vex? Loyal?” The frightened little voice breaks through the haze of sleep and I roll over to find the twins at the foot of the bed, stuffies held tight in their arms.
I hold my hand out to them and thank fuck that Loyal and I had the good sense to put on pajamas when she finished riding the hell outta me.
I’m not sure why I expected her to be a shy, damaged woman when it comes to love making, especially because in the last month or so I’ve seen her really grow into the woman she was always destined to be.
But holy fuck, I’ve never met a sexier, more determined woman in my life.
“You OK?” I ask, voice still gruff from sleep as they shuffle closer.
We left the hall light on for the kids, and I can see in the light coming through the crack of the door that they have tear marks on their cheeks.
“Bad dream?” I ask softly as Addy shuffles slightly behind her sister.
She’s slowly coming out of her shell, but I get it.
For as long as she’s been alive her sister has been her protector.
She’ll soon learn that she’s living in a clubhouse full of them.
“Come on then,” I say, opening up the covers, “You two get in the middle and me and Loyal will keep you safe from the monster, OK?”
“Not a monster.” Bree frowns sleepily as she climbs in between me and Loyal. “Just our dad.”
She flops down beside Loyal, her sister Addy being a little more gentle, lying beside her sister, little arms tucked in like T Rex arms. She stares up at me with her big, blue eyes, and gives me a little sniffle.
“You’re safe now, sweetheart. Let’s get some sleep and then I’ll try to make pancakes for breakfast, yeah?”
She gives me a shy smile and a nod before she rolls my way and tucks herself into a little ball, her sister already out like a light.
I gaze at the three red heads, hair a mess over the white pillows and I rub my chest, the ache I feel tells me that this right here is my purpose and it will be a cold fucking day in hell if I let Eden’s Keep or Travis Fucking Hitchens take this away from me.
Loyal
“Can Vex make us breakfast every day?” Bree asks, swinging my hand back and forth as I walk the girls to Nell’s little house in the Keep.
After Vex made pancakes that I think were meant to be Mickey Mouse but were actually just blobs, me and the girls walked him to the clubhouse and had a quick visit with Joe.
The poor thing put on a brave face for the girls, but I know from experience that healing is always the worst. The first day of a beating you have adrenaline to help you make it through.
The days after? That is when your whole body gives over to the pain and just wants you to rest and heal, even if you want to be up and about helping.
My heart breaks for my friend, but I know that she’s strong as all get out.
She may be beaten and bruised, but that Hitchens guy never took away her spirit nor her sense of humour.
As we left her room I overheard her teasing Justice and I know that she will be just fine.
“Vex makes the best pancakes,” Addy says softly, “even better than mom’s.” She darts a look at Bree who nods her head.
“Yup. Mom was a bad cook. But she was good at other things,” Bree quickly adds.
“Everyone has different talents,” I tell them, swinging both their hands now. Bree holding my right hand, Addy holding the left. “I can cook, but I’m not good at making people laugh like Vex.”
“Yeah,” Bree agrees and I try to hide my smile. “But you’re real good at hugs.”
“Thank you Bree,” I grin down at her.
“Vex is good at hugs too,” Addy adds. “He has big muscles and I bet he would be good at fighting the bad guys.”
I stare down at her little copper head for a moment, shocked as those are the most words I’ve heard her speak.
She’s the quieter twin of the two so it’s nice to see that she’s gaining confidence.
It’s funny how they can look so alike and yet be polar opposites.
Bree is the one that will go head first into situations as well as places.
She’s always the one to walk into a room before her sister.
Addy on the other hand is the twin that will sit and watch the people in the room.
We walk up Nell’s little path to her front door, and I shake my head as to how she’s managed to turn this little cottage into a home that suits her family.
She has planted wild flowers up the path and it’s always swept and tidy.
Hanging on the deck is a wind catcher made of bits of wood and little rocks that she and Greer found around the Keep and I notice that she has drying flowers hanging beside it.
“Well, hello there! I thought I heard voices coming our way,” Nell smiles when she opens the door and finds us on her path.
I smile back and ignore the way her shoulders droop in relief. I get it. I really do. Nell and Greer may be safe here with us now, but her body doesn’t recognize that feeling yet. She would have heard voices and gone on high alert.
“We were looking at your beautiful path, weren’t we, twinnies?” I ask, shaking their hands in mine and making light of things. It’s what Nell needs, not me constantly telling her she’s safe.
“That is all River,” she grins, before calling over her shoulder, “Riv! Loyal loves what you’ve been doing out here.”
The teen shuffles onto the deck behind Nell and mumbles a thank you.
I smile wide at him, noticing how much better he’s doing.
He’d been quiet and withdrawn when he arrived, but I have noticed that ever since Nell moved him into her little place, he’s starting to stand a little taller and look some of the men in the eye.
And now he’s planting flowers and crafting around the house?
That just goes to show that he’s starting to feel like this could be home. And it could well be.