Malicious

by Alex Grayson

  Climbing back up her body so my face is right in front of her, I stare down into her beautiful green eyes. She needs to hear me and hear me well.

  “I don’t know where your head’s at right now, Savannah, but this isn’t a one-time deal for me. I’m not here because I want to fuck you once and be done with you. I’ve never been tempted before to have more than casual sex with a girl, but I damn sure want more with you. Don’t ask me why because I have no fucking clue. I just don’t like the thought of walking away from you.”

  The expression on her face softens, and the knot that was forming in my chest loosens. No way was I taking no for an answer, but it makes my life a hell of a lot easier with her acceptance.

  “I’m actually glad you feel that way, because I was seriously contemplating chaining you to my bed so you couldn’t leave.”

  I open my mouth to tell her she can still chain me to her bed when a door outside of her room slams shut. My eyes fall to Savannah’s. “You wanna get this over with now or later?”

  She bites her lip contemplatively. “Might as well do it now.” Her eyes roll around. “She’s never going to let me live this down,” she grumbles.

  Chuckling, I lean down for a quick kiss. “You’re a big girl. You can handle it.”

  “Says the guy who doesn’t live with Rylee.”

  Using my fists, I hoist myself up and off her, then hold my hand out to help her up. As soon as she’s on her feet, I yank her against my chest.

  “Just tell her what I did with my tongue last night. That’ll shut her up.”

  “Yeah.” She giggles. “I won’t be doing that.”

  Grabbing our shirts off the floor, I hand her hers and tug mine over my head. Once we’re both suitably dressed, I grab her hand and we walk to the door. Just as I grip the knob, there’s a thump against the wall right outside the door, followed by a quiet giggle.

  “Oh, my God, Zayden, we have to be careful or we’ll wake Savannah,” Rylee’s muffled voice comes through the door.

  “She sleeps like the dead.” Zayden’s voice sounds more muffled, like his lips are pressed against something. “If my dick isn’t buried in your pussy within the next few minutes, I’m going to lose my shit.”

  “You are not fucking me outside my best friend’s bedroom door.”

  “Then I suggest you let go of my dick so I can carry us to your room.”

  There are a few more mumbled words before Z apparently has enough and stumbles his way into Rylee’s room. Another door slams shut seconds later. I look down at Savannah and find her wide eyes on me. There’s a cute blush on her cheeks and her bottom lip is being abused by her teeth.

  “So, I guess telling Rylee about us will have to wait.”

  “Yep.” I turn to face her fully and gently tug her to me. “Wonder what we should do in the meantime.”

  “I’ll make us some coffee.”

  When she tries to pull back from me, I tighten my hold around her waist.

  Slowly shaking my head, I grin at her. “I have better plans.”

  Her eyes go big again. “Not happening.”

  Moans seep through the walls, no doubt coming from Rylee’s room. Savannah’s eyes dart to the wall before coming back to me.

  “I bet we could be louder.” I’d laugh at her expression if I wasn’t afraid she’d slap me.

  “We won’t be finding out.”

  “Come on, baby.” I take a couple of steps, forcing her backward toward the bed. “Let’s show them how it’s done.” Another couple of steps.

  More muffled sounds filter into the room.

  Slipping my hands inside her shorts, I squeeze her ass cheeks, making sure my fingertips are low enough to graze the outside of her pussy. She’s already dripping, so as appalling as the idea of fucking to the sounds of Z and Rylee may be to her, it’s also making her hot and bothered.

  Fuck knows it has me hard as stone.

  “We are not doing this, Oliver.” But the way her eyes are glazing over and the little pants leaving her mouth says something else.

  “Fuck me harder, Zayden,” comes Rylee’s muffled voice.

  One more step and the back of her knees touch the bed. Dipping lower, I push my middle finger inside her tight pussy. It slides in easily and her eyes fall closed on a soft moan.

  “You’re an asshole, you know that?” she murmurs.

  Her lids flutter open and the look she gives me nearly has me falling to my knees to worship her. Blatant lust and carnal need blazes bright. She grips the waistband of my shorts and quickly pushes them down.

  “Fuck me and fuck me quick,” she all but growls. “And keep it quiet.”

  Grinning victoriously, I whip off my shirt and make quick work of hers. Her shorts come off next. As soon as we’re both naked, I push her down onto the bed and crawl on top of her. After paying homage to her fantastic tits, I grab a condom from the nightstand and slip it over my rigid shaft.

  “Fuck yeah, baby,” Zayden grunts. “Grind that pussy all over me. Fuck, you feel so good.”

  At Zayden’s words, I notch the tip of my dick at Savannah’s entrance and without warning, thrust inside in one smooth motion. She cries out, her walls gripping me so tight it feels like she won’t ever let me go.

  So much for keeping it quiet. Not that I particularly wanted her to be.

  I stare down at her, hypnotized at the stunning look on her face. Many men have said it about their women, but there’s truly never been a more beautiful sight than watching Savannah come undone.

  Her nails dig into my ass. “Harder, Oliver. I need it harder and faster.”

  Giving her exactly what she wants, I grab the back of her leg, lift it over my hip, and slam forward. I fuck her hard and sweet, giving her everything I have in me. Her moans mix with Rylee’s, and I wonder if her and Zayden can hear her.

  I’ve never been the typical guy who fantasizes about having two women at once. I wouldn’t say no if the opportunity presented itself, but it hasn’t been something I’ve necessarily wanted. I figured if a woman knows how to please a man, it’s a waste to add another. But it’s hot as fuck to hear Savannah and Rylee getting off at the same time.

  I pick up speed and grunt when Savannah’s walls clamp down on me. With her eyes half-closed and her mouth open as she lets out a loud moan, I let myself go. She milks me for everything I’m worth, wringing every drop of cum out of me.

  Her arms fall lax beside her head, and she stares up at me dazedly. Brushing a few strands of hair from her face, I lean down and give her a lazy kiss.

  “FYI, as soon as I have the energy, you’re dead meat.”

  Chuckling, I fall to her side and throw an arm over my eyes. “It was worth it.”

  With a smirk, I follow behind Savannah as she begrudgingly leaves her bedroom. I barely hold back my laughter when we hit the living room and spot Rylee sitting on the couch, her eyes pointed straight at Savannah. She lifts a brow when she notices me behind her.

  “Don’t start with me,” Savannah warns, moving around the couch to go to the kitchen.

  Rylee jumps up to block her. “I don’t think so. You,” she says, pointing at me before throwing her thumb over her shoulder, “to the kitchen. And you,” she looks at Savannah and points toward the hallway, “to my room.”

  Turning, Savannah shoots me a glare. “This is all your fault.”

  Lowering my head, I give her lips a peck. “And you don’t regret a single second of it.”

  “I’m not so sure about that,” she mutters grumpily, but still rises on her tippy toes to get at my lips better. I grin and give her what she wants.

  Rylee clearing her throat a moment later has me turning grumpy. Tossing Rylee a disgruntled look, I walk past her into the kitchen. As the women walk in the opposite direction, I hear Rylee say right before the bedroom door closes, “Lucy, you’ve got some ‘splaining to do.”

  Zayden is leaning back against the counter, his coffee mug hiding his smirk. I walk over to the coffee maker and grab a m
ug down from the cabinet.

  “Thought you had some big test today.”

  “Nope.”

  So, Rylee did lie last night. I’ll have to give her an extra-large hug when she gets done grilling Savannah.

  I pour some of the bitter black brew into my mug and drop in a spoonful of sugar before giving it a good stir. Feeling his questioning gaze on me, I turn and face Zayden, leaning back against the opposite counter.

  Before he has a chance to say anything—I know he’s going to from the look in his eyes—I decide to be the first one to speak. “Are you two always so fucking loud?”

  I chuckle when I catch him off guard, which doesn’t happen often with Z. He chokes on his coffee and quickly sets the mug down before he spills it.

  He clears his throat. “It’s never been a problem before. And from the sound of it, it wasn’t a problem today.”

  My grin is Cheshire big. “Hell no, it wasn’t. It was almost like listening to porn.”

  “You’re sick.” He laughs, folding his arms over his chest.

  “If I’m sick, then so are you and the girls. Don’t fucking deny you and Rylee didn’t get off listening to me and Savannah go at it. Lord knows it had both my and Savannah’s motors running in high gear.”

  “Maybe so, but that shit isn’t happening again.”

  I lift my shoulders. “Sure. So long as you and my stepsister keep it down, we will too.”

  “So, I guess you and Savannah worked things out? No more trying to kill each other?”

  “For the time being.”

  “You know she’s not someone you can play around with, right?”

  His comment irritates me. My reputation as the love ‘em and leave ‘em type may be true, but every girl I’ve ever fucked knew the score. And it pisses me off that Zayden would think I’d dump Savannah at the first opportunity.

  “Thanks for the harsh judgement, asshole. I have no plans to ditch Savannah. I actually really fucking like her.”

  “I wasn’t implying that you would. I’m just saying she’s not like the girls you usually pick.”

  “I know that.” I chug the rest of my coffee and set the mug in the sink before facing him again. “She’s a fuck of a lot different than the girls I usually go for. That’s why I like her so much. All the other girls chased me. Savannah is the first girl I’ve had to chase. She’s the first I’ve wanted to chase.”

  His brows jump up. “Sounds serious.”

  “It’s still too early to tell, but for the first time, I want to find out where this goes. The woman drives me mad half of the time, but the other half… I don’t know.” I look down at my bare feet. “It’s hard to explain.”

  “I get it. They burrow so far under your skin there’s no way to get them out. You don’t want to get them out.”

  That’s actually a damn good assessment. I don’t know what it is about Savannah, but she’s got her claws in me deep, and I’m thinking I may never want her to release me.

  I jut my chin toward the hallway. “How long do you think this is going to take?”

  “There’s no fucking telling. You’re lucky Rylee didn’t bust down the door when she realized it was you in the room with Savannah. She’s been chomping at the bit for the last few minutes.”

  “Girls and their gossip. Whatcha want to bet they’re in their comparing our dick sizes.”

  With a head shake, he walks to the fridge and grabs out the package of bacon and a carton of eggs. I snatch the bacon from his hand.

  “You’ve got egg duty. I’ll take care of the bacon. I’m not eating the rubbery shit you make.”

  Grabbing my phone, I find my hard rock playlist and blast some tunes while Z and I prepare breakfast for our women.

  16

  SAVANNAH

  “I knew it!” Rylee smacks her leg with a hard crack. “I knew it was only a matter of time.” I can’t tell if she’s more surprised or amused at this point.

  I’ve just spent the last ten minutes filling her in on everything that happened last night… and this morning. Truth be told, I still don’t think I’ve fully processed any of it. On one hand, I feel like I’m over the moon. On the other, I’m a little hesitant to let this go any further.

  After all, this is Oliver Conley we’re talking about. The man has quite the reputation. What if this is all some sort of game to him? What if he’s trying to get close to me for the sole purpose of hurting me? It sounds farfetched, I know, but he’s proven he’s capable of doing unspeakable things. My poor best friend is the perfect example of that.

  “I knew there was something more to how much you two acted like you hated each other,” she continues.

  “Now, I wouldn’t go that far.” I stop her. “That wasn’t an act. Honestly, I’m still not sure if I even like him.”

  “Uh huh.” She gives me a disbelieving look. “You forget, I know you, Savannah Reynolds. You have tells that always give you away.”

  “I do not,” I needlessly argue.

  “Yeah. Okay.” She rolls her eyes dramatically.

  “It just kind of happened, okay?”

  “Just kind of happened?” She laughs in the back of her throat. “What I heard this morning was not ‘just kind of happened’.” She air quotes with her fingers. “Come on, V, this is me. You know you can tell me anything. No judgement.”

  I pull in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

  “Fine,” I finally concede. “I might like him.”

  “Might?” She arches a brow.

  “Fine. I like him. There, are you happy now?”

  “Oh, V.” She gives me a sympathetic look. “If anyone understands what it’s like to have feelings for someone you shouldn’t, it’s me. Or are you forgetting how the beginning of Zayden and my relationship started?”

  “He’s just…he’s not a good guy, Ry.”

  “Who says?”

  “His actions say.”

  “Everyone makes mistakes. It doesn’t mean he’s a bad person.”

  “I think the proof is kind of in the pudding.”

  “But it’s not always so black and white. Take Zayden for example. When I first met him, he was horrible to me. Treated me like the dirt on the bottom of his shoe. And now look at us. Sometimes even the most volatile relationships can blossom into something more.”

  “I guess.” I shrug. “I just…. I just don’t want to get my hopes up. Ya know? I mean, the way he was last night. The way he was this morning. It’s like he’s not at all who I thought he was. Well, that’s not entirely true, but it is at the same time. There’s a softer side to him. A side I honestly never expected to see.”

  “That’s because he likes you.”

  “How do you know that for sure?” I question.

  “I can tell. I’ve known for a while now. Hell, maybe I knew before he did. And who can blame him? Look at you.” I shrink a little under her gaze. I can’t help it. Anytime my appearance comes to the forefront, it’s my knee jerk reaction. “You’re beautiful and funny and smart. Why wouldn’t any guy want a chance to be with someone like you?”

  “I can think of a lot of reasons,” I grumble.

  “Stop that,” she chastises me. “You are an amazing person, V. Why do you always have to think the worst of yourself?”

  “It’s hardwired, I guess.”

  “Well, unwire it. It’s time you start seeing yourself the way everyone else does.”

  I think on that for a moment. She’s not wrong. I’ve always been my toughest critic, but it’s hard to change your way of thinking when you’ve been at it for so long.

  “Oliver isn’t perfect. I’ll give you that,” she keeps going. “But I think if you give him a chance, he just might surprise you.”

  “Maybe.” I wring my hands together.

  “Just don’t overthink it. Feel things out, see where they go. And if he hurts you, he’ll have me to answer to.”

  “Because you’re so scary,” I tease.

  “Maybe not, but my man sure as hell i
s.” She grins. “And I know he’ll kill Oliver if he does something to hurt you.”

  “I’m guessing you think that should make me feel better.” I laugh.

  “Hell yes, it should.” Her voice goes up a few notches. “Like I said, see what happens. True, it might not work out. But, V,” she pauses, “what if it does?”

  “That’s the very question I’ve been asking myself all night.”

  “Sometimes you have to take a risk. Now.” She sticks her pointer finger out toward my face. “About this morning. I love you, but the last thing I want to do is hear my best friend and stepbrother going at it like wild animals.”

  “Pot meet kettle,” I quip.

  “Fair enough. But seriously, keep it down next time.”

  “I tried.” A trace of a smile touches my lips. “He’s just….” I stop, wondering if I should say this next part. “Well, let’s just say he may talk a big game, but he definitely has the skills to back it up.”

  And boy does he ever. I’ve never experienced anything like it. Being with Oliver is like bumping up from the minor league to the majors. It’s a whole different ball game.

  “Eww.” She curls her nose. “TMI, my dear friend. TMI.” She shakes her head, her thick brown hair sweeping against her shoulders as she does.

  “Just sayin’.” I chuckle.

  “On that note, maybe we should go out and see what the boys are up to.”

  “Is it weird that I’m nervous to go back out there?” I ask, hitching my thumb toward the door.

  “Are you kidding? When I first started seeing Zayden, just the thought of passing him in the halls made me half sick to my stomach. That’s how I knew I really liked him.” She gives me a knowing look.

  “Not sure that’s much of a comfort,” I whine.

  “Oh, hush.” She sweeps past me, tugging open the door moments later. “Come on. I smell bacon.” She throws me a smile over her shoulder before sashaying out into the hallway.

  I follow her, feeling all types of nerves pinging around inside my stomach.

  When we reach the kitchen, Zayden is setting out plates while Oliver stands in front of the stove flipping bacon. I have to admit, the sight of him cooking in my kitchen after the most mind-blowing night of my life is quite nice. Maybe I could get used to this….