PAXTON
I’ve been watching my beautiful Pixie for the last hour.
I did say hello, but I just got a grunt, so she must be in full zone mode.
I notice her hands start to shake while she’s sketching, and then the tears start to fall.
I place my empty mug on the table with my phone that I was watching mindless TikTok on, I hit save on her laptop and then pick her up into my lap, once her sketch is finished I throw that to the coffee table too and I hold her as full body shakes rake threw her as she cries, I mumble nonsense into her hair, reminding her that she’s safe and it’s in the past, that she’s loved and wanted her, I catch Trent looking nervous out the corner of my eye and he disappears into the kitchen saying something to Alma about a pick me up, not long after I hear the guys cars pull up and I tilt her chin toward me, kissing away the tears before claiming her mouth when she moans my cocks harden against her plump ass.
“Pixie tells me how to make it better”, I say against her lips in a whisper
“It is! That memory just hurts more than others,” She pecks my lips and then snuggles under my chin.
“I won’t push, but I’m ready when you are! I love you, Pixie,” I whisper the last into her hair as the guys start to file in.
“Love you too, Leigh”, she says as she wipes the last of the tears away on my shirt. Not many people know my Basilisk name, but he told her, and since then, only the thought of her gets me hard.
I have never been with anyone else, the thought has Leigh coiling ready to strike, the fact she told me all about the Hounds when we first met, and I didn’t put two and two together, even after seeing Pops’ bike that she described to the last nut and bolt to me makes me kick myself, I should of realised the link.