Chapter Six
ZAVIER
My grip on T’s balls turns hard, making him hiss as he thrusts into her.
She grinds down onto my tongue, showing me exactly where she wants my focus.
I know this dirty bitch likes to have her orgasm drawn out, she wants me to give into her demand and draw this out for as long as I can.
I stroke myself with my free hand, picturing my hand as her pussy and remembering how fucking good it felt to be buried inside that tight little cunt.
Dad’s grunts bounce off the walls, followed by the sound of her gagging. Knowing that she is choking on my father’s dick sends a surge of satisfaction through me. If she thinks we’re being rough with her now, she’s in for a rude awakening when we fill all of her holes at the same time.
“Hmmmm,” she cries out as I suck her clit into my mouth and squeeze my shaft tighter, relishing the feeling of my balls tightening as my climax rears inside me, ready to burst free and coat her floor with my release.
“Fucking take it,” Trent snarls as he slams into her ruthlessly.
Taylor screams, but the sound is quickly changed to gags as she detonates, her orgasm tearing through her with the grace of a wild fire.
Her entire body vibrates with her release.
The sound of Dad’s own climax fills the room not a minute later.
I increase the tempo of my strokes, then Trent and I come in unison, as if fate had planned it herself.
I roar with the force of a beast and allow the current of pleasure to shimmer through me, taking me over the cliff of euphoria.
My release coats my stomach and hand. I release my lips from her clit, prepared to move out from under them but the second I slide backward, Trent pulls out of her, making her whimper, then shoves his cock into my open mouth.
I choke on it. He stares down at me with a satisfied glint in his eyes.
I hold the motherfucker’s gaze as I lick and suck him clean, relishing the taste of him as I do.
He reaches down and grips the strands of my hair, yanking my head and pulling himself free.
“Next time, I’m fucking you while you fuck her so she knows you’re mine.
” With that, he releases me and stalks out of the room without a backward glance.
I sit on the floor for a second, watching his naked ass walk away from me until he disappears inside his room.
I release a frustrated growl, push to my feet and chase after him.
With him and I there has always been a power play, but never once has he ever had the upper hand like that.
I refuse to submit and crumble to his fucking demands.
Trent is tough and fearless but in the bedroom, he’s always relinquished control and allowed me to take the lead, but it seems my little puppet has found the alpha male inside himself.
His back is to me as I stalk into his room and slam the door closed. He whirls around and frowns. “Why do you look like you’re ready to smash some skulls in?”
“You think you get to call the shots?” My tone is even but the threat is there.
Trent’s eyes narrow as I slowly stalk toward him, only stopping when there is a sliver of space between our bodies.
I snap my arm out and grip his throat. He moans and tilts his head back to give me better access.
I lean in and ghost my lips over his, loving the way his eyes darken.
“You want to call the shots when she’s around? ” I whisper.
He grips my waist and pulls me flush against him, the feeling of his heated flesh against mine is everything.
He fits me so perfectly, like he was made for me.
My life holds meaning because he’s in it.
Taylor brought me to life years ago and forced me to wake up.
She showed me I could take what I wanted from someone I cared about and feel no guilt for it.
“When it’s just the two of us, I’ll always submit to you, baby.” His admission soothes the beast inside me. “When she’s around, I thirst for control. I want to see you bend to my will and control what happens between you and her.” A shiver works its way down my spine at the promise in his voice.
A part of me is eager to try this out and see how far he will push me, but the other half that craves control, screams not to give in. I choose to listen to the former and decide to throw caution to the fucking wind.
“Now that’s something I want to experience,” I breathe out, then place a kiss on his lips. Before he can lean in further, I pull back and release him. He looks pissed off which just makes me smile. “Get changed, we have a bitch to question.”
“Are you gonna forgive her or just keep fucking her?”
His question gives me pause. Do I forgive her for leaving?
No. Will I stop fucking her? Probably not.
I enjoy the feeling of her wrapped around me, the sounds she makes and how she looks when she comes apart beneath me.
She’s an addiction, a drug that I can’t kick and honestly, I don’t think I want to.
“Her being here changes nothing between us,” I say instead.
His shoulders droop and the tense expression vanishes from his face.
I feel like a prick for not realizing that he was worried that with her being back I would end things between us.
I close the space again and cup his cheek.
“I’m never going to give you up. I may have loved her once, but it means nothing in comparison to how I feel about you,” I admit.
Trent’s brows raise in surprise. “I think that’s the first time you’ve ever told me you loved me without saying the actual words.
” I release him with a growl, which only makes him laugh.
He knows I can’t say those three words. She ruined their meaning.
It’s her fault I can’t commit to Trent or tell him what he wants to hear.
I’ve tried, I really have, but the words always die on my tongue.
I stalk out of his room and head into my own without glancing toward Taylor’s. I don’t want to see her right now. Falling into fucking bed with her is easy. Living with her and seeing her daily isn’t. She’s only back here because she needs our help, not because she wants to be.
I take a shower and change into some clean clothes before heading downstairs.
Dad’s in the kitchen in a pair of jeans with no shirt, his hair wet, telling me he just showered.
When he hears me approaching he looks up and grunts, then returns to rubbing down the baby back ribs.
I pull out the stool and sit down, then rest my elbows on the counter.
For a long while I just sit there and watch him as he prepares the ribs, then gets on to peeling the potatoes.
He never uses frozen fries, he says making them from scratch is better.
“I can feel you thinking from over here. Whatever you have to say, just say it, Son.” He’s always had an uncanny ability to know when there’s something on my mind.
“She’s running from someone.”
“What makes you think that someone is something we should be worried about?” he counters.
I shoot him a look that has him chuckling beneath his breath. “She wouldn’t be here otherwise. She’s only come crawling back because she needs our help.” He continues chopping the potatoes as he looks at me.
“Are we gonna keep talking about this and act like that didn’t just happen.” My brows bunch in annoyance as he hands me a glass of water that I leave untouched in front of me.
“There isn’t anything to talk about. We all fucked her. You saw Zav play with my dick. End of story,” Trent says as he comes into the room and stands behind me rather than sitting on the vacant stool.
Dad nods. “Okay.”
“That’s it?” I hedge.
He shrugs then looks between me and Trent before smiling. “Yeah. No need to complicate anything. Like you said earlier, we all want her.”
“Great. Now, let’s get to the point. Why is she really here?” Trent does a miserable job of hiding his dislike. Much like me, she broke our fucking hearts when she took off like a damn pussy.
“Why not just ask me?” At the sound of her voice, I stiffen but don’t turn. Trent doesn’t either. Dad’s the only one looking at her. He’s trying to appear relaxed and nonthreatening, but he’s fucking failing. He isn’t the prez of the BCB because he looks like the guy from next door.
“Fine, why are you here, Taylor?” Trent asks from behind me as I take a sip of water.
“You gonna look at me or just keep standing guard over Zavier in the hopes I don’t accidentally fall on his cock again?” I choke on the water and spit it out. Dad jumps back a step and glares at me.
“Jesus Christ, Zavier!” he shouts. I’m still trying to fucking breathe and get my shit under control, and all that motherfucker is worried about is me spitting water on his damn potatoes.
Taylor walks around the counter and stands beside my father with a smirk on her face.
I shoot the bitch a glare as I guzzle more water to clear the burn in my throat.
“Old habits die hard,” she mutters.
“The fuck does that mean?” I snap.
“I can’t help fucking with you both, it’s too much fun,” she says, as if her answer was obvious.
“We aren’t fucking with you, Taylor,” Trent hisses.
The second a smile stretches across her face, I know she is about to spew some shit that will have Trent growling. “No, but you did just fuck me.” Her and Trent start fighting like fucking children, which just annoys the hell out of me. This is how it has always been with them.
“Enough!” Dad roars. Both of them snap their big ass mouths closed instantly.
“Thank fuck,” I mutter beneath my breath, earning an elbow to the back from Trent and a scowl from Taylor.
“Why are you here?” Dad asks her, his tone firm and leaves no room for her to evade his question. He’s slipped into the role of the President of the BCB now.