Error (Adrenaline Series Book 5)

by Neal, Xavier

  Destin chortles again, this time with the crust of my pizza hanging out of his mouth. “I love when you're speechless.”

  “Oh, you're just the worst...” Standing up, I grab my board and proceed to show him a small trick. It's nothing fancy, just a simple ollie to prove I'm not lying. When I roll back over, I toss a hand in the air. “See.”

  “Huh.” He nods. “I would've never guessed in a million years you could skateboard.”

  With a smile I kick my board up and catch it, the trick making him nod impressed further. “Well that's why you should never assume anything.”

  “Where'd you learn to skate?”

  “A group of friends in middle school. Learned a little more in high school. It was my go to sport when I wanted to get physical, but with glasses it's not the ideal one.”

  “I love your glasses,” Destin immediately comments. “Do not get rid of them.”

  “I'm stuck with them,” I innocently giggle.

  “Can Angela skate?”

  “No. She was good at your more traditional sports like volleyball. However, she loved hooking up with my skateboarding friends if they ever came over to the house. Insisted they could rotate their hips in ways football players couldn't. Or at least that was the gossip. Not real sure if she actually said that or not. She's never really talked to me much.”

  Destin's face scrunches as he pulls his knees to his chest. “Did you hook up with any of them?”

  Nonchalantly, I shake my head. “They weren't really my type.”

  “What's your type?”

  “Tall, dark, and tatted,” I flirt.

  “Damn right it is.” He wiggles his eyebrows. After I giggle he asks, “So you and Angela weren't close at all growing up?”

  “Nope.” A shrug escapes me. “Different interests. Different hobbies. Most of the time it felt like we were co-existing rather than siblings. Honestly? I share a similar relationship with my parents.”

  A sad look comes across his face. “Didn't that bother you?”

  “It used to when I was younger. It's hard enough having parents who aren't ever around, but it's even harder having a sibling not even acknowledge you exist. As I grew up, I accepted it for what it was. I had a house but not a home.”

  Destin lets out a long deep exhale. “I can't imagine what it would be like to grow up not close to my brothers. To not have family.”

  “It's a little different for you. You were triplets. Triple D to be exact.”

  He offers me a slightly broken smile.

  Shit...I shouldn't have said that.

  Before I can undo the solemn vibe I've created Cage appears over my shoulder. “Hey you.”

  “Cage,” I greet him warmly turning for a hug. He squeezes me tightly and I swear I hear a small growl.

  Did you hear that too?

  “Cage meet Destin. Destin this is Cage,” I introduce.

  Casually he states, “I'm the boyfriend in the making.”

  Cage laughs and extends his knuckles for a fist bump. “I gotcha bro. No worries from this side. Things between Az and I are mostly business.”

  “Can we make it all business?” he questions.

  “Destin!”

  Cage laughs and fist bumps him again. “It's cas' bro. She films most of the videos for me and younger bro. We're hoping to pick up some sponsors attention and get put in one of the major games. Speaking of.” He turns back to me. “Couple weeks, huge event down at Melly Fare Park. I'll get you the exact date tonight. Gonna be a hot spot for sponsors. Can I count you in to come record?”

  “Usual price?”

  “I can swing a little more if necessary. We got a date?”

  “We've got a date.”

  “Just to be clear, this is a skateboarding thing right?” Destin clears his throat, the frustration wrinkles on his face poorly hidden.

  He's jealous and that's adorable!

  “Yeah bro,” Cage quickly replies. “You can come too. More support the better. I gotta get goin'. Caleb wants to whine about some trick he can't get tight. Az, I'll be in touch.” He fist bumps Destin again. “D man keep our favorite girl happy.”

  Cage hops on his board and takes himself away.

  “D Man?” Destin repeats. “That's fucking weird.”

  Giggling I face him. “Is it?”

  “It's Triple D.”

  “Well he doesn't know that.”

  “Well maybe he should,” he grumbles adjusting his folded legs again.

  I roll my eyes. “I'll correct him next time.”

  There's a small pause before Destin says, “I passed some of your video links and photos to a few guys I know who might be able to get you a job doing that kind of thing in the big leagues.”

  Shocked, my jaw drops. “Seriously?”

  “Nothing has come up yet, but yeah. The words out. Everyone agrees that you've got just as much talent off screen as they do on it.”

  A warm feeling spreads through me. Uncertain of the last time someone, anyone cared enough to go the extra mile for me like that, I sniffle away the instinct to cry. “Why don't you hop on my board and see what you're made of?”

  “Are you kidding?” His eyebrows dart down. “In front of all these people you want me to look like an idiot?”

  Playfully, I nod. “Yeah kinda.”

  With a good laugh, he hops up and shakes his head. “Fine. But you're kissing better any bumps and bruises I get.”

  I lean up on the tips of my toes to swipe at his bottom lip with my tongue. “Better make them good ones then...”

  Destin groans and bites the spot I just tasted.

  While yes, he has been generous over the last few days, I haven't gotten to return the favor. Yet. I'm going to change that as soon as I can. Believe me on that one.

  Over the next hour or so, I demonstrate the basics, which within themselves are a disaster worth laughing over time and time again. Destin does his best, but continuously falls or trips. None of the injuries are a big deal, but I keep my word and kiss him or the area he demands every time. It reminds me of what I picture learning to ride a bike looks like. Eventually he gets some good speed and distance going. Like expected, he gets over confident and tumbles off the board into a gathering of bushes. After making sure I have his phone and my keys, I hustle over to see the damage that's been done.

  Pushing my way around through the bushes to the center of the protected area, I see Destin lying flat on his back.

  “You okay?”

  He lifts himself up to rest on his palms. “I looked like a moron.”

  “You looked like a newbie.”

  “Well this newbie now has a few scrapes and bruises that need to be kissed again.” He beckons me closer with a nod of his head. “Come here.”

  Slowly I crawl over to him until our lips are nudging yet not touching. His warm breath against my mouth elicits the softest moans. When his tongue snakes out to stroke my top lip, I pounce incapable of withstanding the building friction.

  Let me see you try.

  Rapidly moving, our teeth gnash in a fit of out of control kisses and bites. Enamored with the fevered chaos the slightest physical connection creates, I kiss him harsher, pulling him into me by his shirt. Destin groans his compliance, his own hands yanking me closer by my belt loops. The two of us tumble backwards, my body straddling his. With one of his hands tangled in my hair and the other on my ass, I moan loudly. Our hips rock together the simulation of what's to come sooner rather than later enough to tempt me to throw out the idea of waiting any longer.

  I'm trying not to be that girl, but he's making it really hard.

  Pulling my lips off his, I drag them over to give his neck a bite as my body slips off to lie beside him.

  A groan creeps out alongside my name, “Azura...”

  Excited by the sound of my name, I give his neck another suck, this time letting my hand slide down his chest with one determination in mind. Soft whispers and grumbles continue to fall out of him, until I find success
.

  The second my hand wraps around his cock he loudly groans, “Fuck....”

  “Shhh,” I whisper in his ear. “We don't wanna get caught.”

  I repeat the stroke, the constriction of the situation obviously frustrating to both of us. Destin adjusts until he frees his cock from the jean prison it was suffering in. With a bit of nervousness as well as elation, I relocate my body between his legs, and capture the recently sprung prisoner with my mouth.

  “Fuck!” He calls out so loudly, I let go. “Wh-”

  My hand tightens over his mouth. In a whisper I scold, “I wanna keep going, but you have to be a little more quiet. Okay?”

  His beautiful toffee eyes that are coated in euphoria plead loudly while his head simply nods. Removing my hand from his lips, I return mine to the taste I've been desperate to have. The second his cock is back against my tongue a strangled moan comes from him, vibrating my body with his. Drunk with exhilaration, I suck harder, lower my mouth further, each movement feeling like scraps being tossed to a starving animal. I begin to move voraciously with the inability to mollify the craving that's coursing through my blood and pooling between my thighs. Somehow with every inch I take I become more insatiable, the flavor more deliriously delectable.

  Destin's choked voice says, “Fuck...” There's more grumbles, but then he repeats, “Fuck.”

  When his fingers wind in my hair helping keep the bobbing of his cock at a pleasant pace for both of us, something inside of me snaps. Something calls to me to slide him in further.

  Destin's dick stiffens at the change of depth just as his hand grips my hair tightly, “Fuck, I'm coming.” Warm rush after warm rush fills my mouth at such a speed, my body that felt like it was dying without his dick diving deep just seconds ago, actually reaches a level of contentment.

  Slowly I deliver one final caress with my tongue before giving the spent organ it's final freedom. I wipe away any remaining proof of what occurred from the corners of my mouth and lift my head up, face glistening with bliss. A level of pride seeps into my system as I watch Destin struggle to lift his limp body up. When he finally does, his mouth opens flashing me his magical partner in crime, but he doesn't say anything.

  With a light giggle I whisper out what is definitely my new favorite word, “Hi...”

  He nods, wets his lips, and whispers back, “Fuckin' hi....”

  So not the most impressive post orgasm conversation, but it could be worse right?

  Destin

  With one hand I scroll down my phone, pleased to see The Devil's helicopter has been confiscated and his pilot arrested.

  Did I fail to mention I'm damn good at hacking?

  I drop the device beside my leg and pick my pencil back up just as Azura turns her face away from the T.V. “What do you think of this one?”

  She hums, “I think that would look badass on my board.” Her compliment makes me smile, but it's short lived. “However, I'd settle for you on your phone less.”

  A sigh comes from me as I shade Super Mario's hat.

  When she asked me to create a new doodle for her board I decided I needed to sharpen my skills with practice rounds. What started off as a favor became a perfect escape to the persistent thoughts of my brothers’ deaths. It's like with each drawing a little stress is relieved and a small bit of peace is felt inside. Every time I'm with Azura there's a similar effect. That's good right?

  Slightly annoyed I grumble, “I already told you it's not another girl.”

  “I get that.” She sits up straight. “And I believe you, but Destin, I've been here for two hours and you've spent over half of it on the phone working.”

  “I know but-”

  “It's cool,” her voice whispers. “I should go anyway. I need to get to work. Are you still coming to Jamie's fight with me Friday night?”

  “Of course.”

  “Okay. I guess I'll see you then.”

  Azura prepares to get up when my arm that's draped around her ceases the action. “Baby, wait.”

  There's a frustrated expression on her face when she turns to look at me. “What, Destin? You're busy and I need to get to work.”

  Seeing the hurt in her eyes, I move the drawing notebook and phone onto my nightstand.

  Don't worry. It's bottle free. Don't ask if my computer's porn free. That's neither here nor there.

  “I'm sorry,” I apologize. “I'm not used to anything besides my computer needing that much attention-”

  “So now I'm needy?”

  “That didn't come out right,” I rush to fix this conversation. “I meant, most of my life has revolved around work and the computer, so can you just...bear with me as I adjust to having something this amazing in life?”

  A hint of a smile finds its way on her face. “Did you just call me amazing?”

  Relieved, I nod. “I did. There's not a single part of you that isn't.” Before she can say anything else I lean over giving her neck a soft kiss. Instantly she lets out a copious breath and sinks her body against me. My tongue rolls around in languorous circles, the ball of the ring teasing the spot on her neck that turns her into putty. I drag it up until I captures her earlobe, sucking until her body is ready to submit to anything I ask.

  “Destin,” she whimpers. “I...I...I have to get to work.”

  After giving her lobe another hard suck I counter, “So do I.”

  A light whimper seeps out just as my fingers runs across her boob, her nipple hardening from the feathering. Giving it a little tug seems to make the soft cries get loud. My cock bumps against my jeans ready for action unaware of the fact now's not his turn. I slide my fingers over to the other side repeating the action. This time the withering gets more intense. Entranced by the sight of her this turned on by me, I drop my mouth back to her neck. Desperate for more moans to echo around my room, I slide my hand down her side towards my newest addiction. Grateful she is a fan of jean skirts for work, I slip my finger underneath her thong. Immediately I groan, appeased with the pleasant warm welcoming my fingers receive.

  Azura arches her body at the intrusion, my name falling off her tongue like a last request. “Destin...”

  With a little bit of help, I manage to move her skirt all the way up and my two fingers deeper inside. Her breathing hitches as she bites down on her bottom lip to stop from screaming.

  “It's okay, baby,” I insist, anxious to hear the sound of my name again. “Scream...Let the world know who's claiming this pussy.”

  Suddenly her muscles clamp down on my fingers, demanding they do just that. Azura lets out a louder moan. My teeth nip at her neck while I pump ferociously, some unfamiliar nature clawing at me to tear an orgasm out of her. The increased speed and attention on her clit has her trembling, helplessly begging for more yet pleading she can't take it. The need to hear her orgasmic screams reaches higher altitudes, which is when the nipping of her neck turns to sharp sucks and the motion of my fingers turns to a rocking one that creates a round of rife moans.

  On a sharp gasp, a rhapsodic cry comes from her. “Oh my god, I'm coming!”

  Azura lets go. I still my finger absorbing severe shock wave after shock wave, my own cock seconds from leaking in my jeans.

  That would be embarrassing as fuck.

  After releasing her neck that I've marked, I let my head simply fall against hers. A small smile crawls on my face.

  Maybe not working all the time isn't such a bad thing. Someone wanting and needing me in the present has much bigger and much more beautiful benefits than waiting for revenge to kick into full effect. I didn't think I'd want anything as much as I did that, but I'm starting to think I was wrong. It's one error I'm okay with.

  Azura

  “Jamie typically win these things?” Destin asks as he pays our cover charge to get in.

  I tried to pay! I swear! He has this weird thing where he hates if I pay. He insists I save my money for something I really want, but what I really want money can't buy and now more importantly, I already h
ave it. Oh...I did not mean to go paperback romance novel on you. Sorry.

  The door is opened for us at the same time I refresh his memory. “Do you remember how beautiful her face was?”

  “I remember how beautiful your face was that day,” he says, shoving his wallet back in his pocket. “And every day since.”

  His compliment is rewarded with a peck on the cheek. “Jamie's undefeated at the moment. She doesn't like her face hit-”