Twenty-Five

Haisley

Curled up against Saxon, watching The Holiday, put all my other concerns at rest for a while. As the credits rolled, he threaded his fingers through mine.

“I bought all the supplies for us to do some baking, but right now, you feel and smell too damn good. I don’t want to move.”

Grinning, I ran my free hand up his chest and let it rest against his pec. “You bought baking supplies?” I asked, wanting to laugh.

“Is that funny to you?” His hand squeezed mine.

“It’s cute.”

“I was going for sweet,” he replied, then flipped me onto my back and hovered over me. “But now, you’ve called me cute, and my masculinity has taken a hit.”

I licked my lips, staring up into his brown eyes. “I wouldn’t think your masculinity was so fragile.”

His hand pushed the shirt of his I was wearing up until my stomach was bare, and then he lowered his head and pressed a kiss to it. I squirmed as he left a trail down to the edge of my panties. He ran his hand between my legs, and a moan escaped me.

“Fuck, you smell good,” he groaned, then tugged them down my legs and dropped them on the floor.

I was panting, watching him. He took my right leg and kissed the inside of my calf before placing it over his shoulder. Then, he did the exact same with my left leg. His eyes lifted to meet mine as he moved down until I could feel his warm breath just before his tongue licked against my clit.

I cried out, my hands going to the back of his head.

He let out a low growl as he began to feast on me like he was starving for it.

“So good. Oh—oh,” I stuttered out as my climax began to build.

Saxon thrust a finger inside of me while he ran his tongue against my lips. “Fuck.” His voice was thick and raspy. “Such a needy little pussy.”

I began to tremble as he continued to pump his finger inside of me. My hands fisted in his hair.

“SAXON!” I screamed his name as my orgasm broke free.

I was still shaking as he dropped my legs, standing up to shove his sweatpants down. I watched as his thick, swollen erection was freed. Then, he was between my legs, and the tip was already pushing inside me.

“GAH!” he shouted as he thrust inside me. “You drive me fucking crazy. I was just gonna eat that sweet pussy.” He grabbed my waist as he began to drive inside of me. His eyes locked on where we were connected. “Never”—he slammed into me again—“has anything felt this incredible.”

His words and the way his face looked, fierce and obsessed, while he filled me over and over again had me close to another peak. He let go of my waist and dropped down, holding himself above me. His arms flexed as his body moved. He was so beautiful that it hurt.

“Come with me, baby,” he begged, grabbing my hair with one hand and pulling.

The crest I was approaching burst free, causing me to clamp around his cock. He grunted, and his breath caught as his eyes locked on mine. I could feel the hot splash of his release inside me as he jerked with each pump of it. I’d never seen anything so sexy in my life.

“OH GOD,” I screamed as my body spiraled into another euphoria.

Saxon pulled tighter on my hair as he drove into me harder. “Fuuuck, baby!”

We were both gasping for air as we stared at each other. Sweat rolled down the side of his face, and I started to smile.

“Wow,” I whispered.

He chuckled as he leaned down to press a kiss to my lips. “Are you okay?”

I laughed. “I would say I am better than okay.”

He ran his hand through where he had been previously pulling my hair. “I got rough.”

I nodded. “Yes, and it was hot.”

“You make me lose it,” he admitted. “Once I get inside you, I can’t get enough.”

“Mmm,” I moaned. “If you keep talking about it while you’re still buried inside me, we are going to need to go another round.”

Saxon leaned up and looked down at me. “Why don’t we move it to the shower?”

“For another round?”

He ran his thumb over my lips. “Yeah.”

Wrapped in a towel, I walked over to pick up my phone. Still no response from Jamaica or Silver. I sat down on the edge of the bed and pressed Jamaica’s number. Saxon was still in the bathroom, shaving.

After he fucked me against the wall of the shower, talking dirty to me, making me come again, I had felt like I was on cloud nine. But walking into the room and seeing my phone reminded me about other things.

It rang three times before Jamaica answered.

“Hey,” she said.

I could hear the boys shouting in the background. It was typical.

“Hey. How are things?”

She sighed. “Same, I guess. Except Silver is angry because Hike has ghosted her. She’s not heard from him since last night.”

“He’s bad news. Do you feel safe there?”

Vulcan yelled at someone to, “Fuck off,” and I rolled my eyes. Probably DJ or Vinn.

“Yes. A cop car drives by often. Real slow.”

My chest tightened. I knew Saxon was behind that. “I don’t think Silver will ever hear from Hike again.”

“Why? They didn’t kill him, did they?” Jamaica whispered.

“No. Saxon just said that he would handle it.”

“He’s in the Mafia. They kill people. That’s how they handle things.”

My hand tightened on the phone. “They didn’t kill AJ,” I reminded her.

“No, but he’s gone. We haven’t seen him. He could be dead for all we know.”

Saxon wouldn’t lie to me about that.

“He’s not. He’s in Orlando.”

“You’ve seen him?” she asked hopefully.

“No. But I trust Saxon and the others. He’s not dead.”

I could hear DJ tell one of the others not to touch his brownie. It gave me a little joy to know they had all those treats to eat today.

“Is Mom home?” I asked, doubting it.

If she was, I’d have heard her yell at the boys to shut up by now.

“No. She came home at seven, slept for four hours, then left to go clean a house. Walmart is closed tonight, so she doesn’t work until tomorrow night.”

“Where is Silver?” I could have looked at the app on my phone, but I kept forgetting it was there.

“She’s at Shay’s house.”

She’d been friends with Shay since fourth grade. Maybe they were doing family stuff. Shay’s parents were normal. I liked Silver being around her. I’d wait until I saw she was home before I tried texting or calling her.

“I’ll try calling her later, and I’ll call back tonight or in the morning to talk to Mom.”

“Okay,” Jamaica replied. “Thanks for coming last night. I miss you.”

“I miss you too. But call me whenever you need to or want to.”

“I will.”

Emotion clogged my throat as we said our goodbyes, and I ended the call. I set the phone back on the bedside table and stood up. When I turned around, Saxon was still in the bathroom. I heard the sink water running. I headed for my room to get dressed.

We were going ice skating at an indoor rink I hadn’t even known existed. I’d never been ice skating, but he’d promised me he’d teach me.

When I walked into my room, I paused as my eyes took in the items on the bed. Going over to it, I touched the floor-length crimson satin dress I’d tried on in the store last week, which I had thought made me look like a princess, but Saxon had said no to. There were sparkly silver heels that were toeless and had a bow on the ankle. Rhinestone teardrop earrings and a silver bangle bracelet with a few rhinestones in it lay on the other side of the dress with a silver clutch.

I shifted my attention to the second dress. I recognized it too. It was my favorite out of the green dresses I’d tried on. The feathered fringe skirt was what I loved most about it. Like the other dress, there was a pair of heels. These were a shimmery cream color with a thin strap that would go over my foot and around my ankle. A pair of pearl earrings and a clutch that matched the shoes lay beside it.

“Do you like everything? I had the saleslady pick the shoes and accessories. If you want to exchange any of it, I can take you there before we go ice skating,” Saxon said behind me.

I spun around to see him watching me as he leaned against the doorframe.

Was he serious? What would I not like?

“They’re gorgeous. All of it. Is it for the party tonight and the wedding tomorrow?”

He nodded.

“I thought I would just be wearing the silver dress again tomorrow. I wasn’t sure about tonight’s dress code,” I said, looking back at the stuff he’d bought me. “But this is too much. I know how much those dresses cost and—”

Saxon’s hands touched my hips as his chest brushed against my back. “The fact that you planned on wearing the same dress again makes me want to lock you in this house and keep you away from this world.”

My stomach knotted up. Did he mean I was going to embarrass him?

He brushed my hair back off my shoulder. “You’re not vain and worried about appearance. You don’t demand expensive things. The things I have to attend are full of females who are spoiled. I don’t want that to touch you, but I also don’t want to be there without you.”

I turned to face him. “I can promise you that I won’t ever act spoiled, although if I end up spoiled, it’ll be your fault.”

He smirked. “Is that so?”

I poked a finger in his chest. “You keep buying me things, buying my family things, watching movies with me, planning things, like holiday baking and ice skating.”

Saxon took my finger and kissed it. “I’m a little offended you left out the orgasms. I did give you four of those just today.”

I leaned closer to him. “Five actually.”

“How did I miss one?”

“I didn’t know you were counting.”

He opened my hand and pressed a kiss to my palm. “Watching you come is one of my favorite things.”

“Hmm … that’s funny. I was thinking the same thing about you earlier.”

Saxon’s eyes flared, and I shivered.

“Baby, if we don’t leave this house, I’m going to strip this towel off you, bend you over the bed, and fuck you again. You need to put on some clothes.”

I bit my lip and let the towel fall to the floor.

Saxon’s eyes slowly raked down my body. “Jesus Christ,” he whispered. He reached up and cupped one of my breasts, then squeezed. “They keep getting bigger.”

I watched him as he stood there, taking me in.

Finally, he nodded his head toward the bed. “Bend over and stick that ass out.”

I was already wet again. Hurrying, I went over to the bed, away from the dresses, and leaned over it, pressing my elbows into the mattress. Saxon’s hand slid between my open legs, and he made a deep, pleased sound in his throat.

“You’re always so fucking wet for me.” He ran his fingers over my entrance, teasing me. “Tell me what you want.”

I gasped as he pinched my clit.

“I want you to fuck me.”

Saxon slapped the sensitive folds, causing me to jerk and cry out. I heard his zipper come down, and I squirmed, anxious for the full, stretched feeling he gave me.

“I can’t seem to get you sated. The more I fuck this cunt, the more it wants. My cum is going to be leaking out of you all day—I’ve shot so much into you.”

I moaned.

“You like the thought of this pussy staying coated with my cum? Fuck, you’re naughty,” he said in a husky whisper.

“Please,” I begged him, looking back to see him stroking himself as he looked between my legs.

His eyes lifted to meet mine before he stepped forward, grabbed my hips, and sank inside of me.