My jaw tightens. “Don’t remind me.”
Grim grins and blows out smoke from his cigarette. “Let me know what you wanna do. You know I’ll always take care of you, any way I can.”
I nod. “I appreciate it. When’s Zach getting his ass home?”
“He’s probably getting fucked sideways back at the clubhouse.”
I shake my head. “Have you seen Zach around Trill? He’s like a whole different person.”
“He’s protective of her. She’s like a sister to him.”
“There’s something about her that brings out my protective side as well. She’s just so sweet, you know? How often do you come across a genuinely good person like her? Especially one that looks like her.”
“Not very often,” Grim replies, smiling fondly. “She’s a good kid. Was very close to her dad, kind of like you were.”
He glances at me, as his smile turns sad. “Messed up both of you to lose them so soon.”
“At least I have Mum, you know? She didn’t even have that,” I murmur. “Did you ever see her mother?”
Grim shakes his head. “We moved in a couple years after her mother left. Heard she was a bitch though. Beautiful, but lazy. Entitled.”
“Nothing like Trillian, then,” I comment, knowing she’s the opposite of all those things.
“Ian did a good job raising Trill. He loved her to pieces and raised her right. She wasn’t spoiled or anything.”
The back sliding door opens and Zach walks out. “There you guys are.”
He’s wearing his leather cut over a white t-shirt and dark jeans. “Want to go for a ride, Xander? I have business to take care of about an hour away from here.”
Grim stares down his son. “You still didn’t take care of that?”
Zach scowls. “Doing it today.”
I stand up. “Trill’s got classes until five, so I’m free.”
“Sweet,” Zach replies. “Let’s get going, then. It’s been a while since I’ve had a good, long ride.”
“Heard you were having one just before you came here,” I smirk.
Zach turns back, a grin playing on his lips. “Hey, I can always bring some of the club girls around if you’re interested.”
When I had a girl like Trillian? No fucking thank you.
“Think I’ll pass on that one. I still have the last girl you set me up with causing problems,” I admit.
Zach stills. “No shit? Did she say something to hurt Trill?”
“Just rubbing shit in her face, reminding her that we fucked that night.”
Like we need that reminder.
“Oh, and she called Trill fat. Her and her friends were saying shit about her and Trill heard. ”
“Jealous bitch. Fuck,” Zach mutters under his breath. “I’ll have a word with her. She should know better than to mouth off at Trill.”
My chest tightens at the thought of someone other than me looking after and standing up for Trillian. “I’ll handle it.”
She should have gotten the hint from our last confrontation, but you never know.
We walk outside to the driveway, get on our bikes, and enjoy the ride.
*****
“What the fuck is he doing here?” I ask as I see Rex leaning against the wall of the building we stop at.
Zach’s lips tighten. “He’s a good guy. Don’t hate him just because he wants to fuck Trillian. You’d have to hate half of the fuckin’ town then.”
This is true. However, I never said I was acting rational. I just keep seeing them both sitting there on that couch, like they do it every day, and I don’t like it one bit.
We walk up to Rex, who smirks when he sees me, making me want to punch him in the face that little bit extra.
“What are we doing here?” I ask, having a bad feeling about this.
Zach cracks his knuckles. “Just dropping in for a little visit. You can wait out here if you like, Xander.”
He and Rex walk into the building, a dodgy looking apartment complex, and I follow behind. We walk up a flight of stairs and then stop at room number twenty-four.
“Who lives here?” I ask.
“Someone who owes us money,” he replies, stepping back and kicking the door open with one smooth movement.
Looks like they need better security here.
A bulky man walks out of the bedroom and pales when his eyes land on us. Zach closes the door behind us and walks over to the man. “We want what we’re owed. You have twenty-four hours.”
The man swallows and nods. “Yes, of course.”
Rex grins cruelly. “Just as an incentive…”
He brings his fist up and punches the man square in the face. I hear a crunching sound and cringe.
“Fuck! Okay! You will have it by tomorrow, I swear!”
I exit the room before anyone else. If I had known this was some intimidation mission, I would have stayed my ass back in Channon waiting for Trillian to get home. I’ve been in trouble before. Hell, the first time my sister Summer met me, I’d just walked out of jail after spending a night in there for fighting. That feels like a long time ago, although it’s actually just a few years. I have no plans to get in any kind of trouble again, which is why I’ve made up my mind that I don’t want to join the Wind Dragons MC, although sometimes the lifestyle is a tempting one. Zach walks out with me but leaves Rex in the room with the man.
“What does he owe you?” I ask curiously.
“Cash.”
“Are we bullying anyone else or we going back home now?” I ask dryly, pulling out a piece of gum and shoving it in my mouth.
“Home? Is Channon home for you now?” he asks, flashing me a knowing grin. “Am I going to need a suit one of these days?”
I put the chewing gum wrapper in my jean pocket and stare at Zach drolly. “Who knows? Maybe one day.”
Zach chuckles. “Never thought I’d see the fucking day.”
“What is Rex doing?”
“Scaring the shit out of that guy. We need him scared or he won’t pay up. Instead, he’ll call his friends up and have them start trouble with us.”
I put my hand up. “I don’t wanna fuckin’ know any more.”
Zach’s lips twitch. “Does that mean you aren’t going to become a prospect one of these days?”
“And be your little bitch boy? No fuckin’ thank you,” I reply in a dry tone.
Zach slaps his hand on my back. “You don’t need to be in the MC. You’re still like a brother to me, you know that.”
“Well, next time please leave me at home for your little meetings like this one.”
“Ah, come on, Xander. Enjoy the fresh air. The screams for mercy,” he says, trying not to laugh.
I still and turn to stare him in the eye. “You’re a sick fuck, you know that?”
He squeezes my shoulder, grinning and returns to his bike.
Note to self—avoid going on trips with Zach.
Chapter Seventeen
Trillian
I come home after my run to find Xander in the kitchen, bare-chested, cooking something on the stove.
“Smells good,” I comment, placing my pink iPod down on the counter. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his narrow hips. “Pancakes?”
“Mmm hmm. How was your run?” he asks, turning around and enfolding me in his arms. I feel safe there. Protected.
“Good. Are you going to the gym today?” I ask.
Xander nods. “I will be. Listen, we need to talk about what’s going to happen when I go home sometime this week. I’ve been back here over a month and I’ve got shit I need to take care of.”
“I know,” I reply, my shoulders drooping. “I’m surprised you stayed this long.”
“Hey,” he says, running his finger down my cheek, “it’s not like I live in another country.”
“I know,” I whisper, pouting. “It’s selfish of me to expect you to stay here. I know your life isn’t here.”
He turns and switches the stove off, then l
ifts me in his arms and sits me on the countertop. “Do you want to eat first or have a shower with me first?”
“Do you even have to ask?” I reply as I pull off my tank top and sports bra.
Xander’s pink tongue peeks out to taste one of my nipples.
“I’m all sweaty,” I complain, moving away from him.
“Don’t fuckin’ care, you always taste so good,” he says, eyes on my breasts. Lifting me back into his arms, he walks to the bathroom and sits me down next to the sink. While he turns on the shower, I jump down and pull off my black yoga pants, socks, and shoes, then slide back up again. Xander tests the water temperature then slips down his boxer shorts, exposing his long, hard cock. I always want to sigh. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of the view.
Xander kisses the spot underneath my ear then carries me into the shower under the spray of water. Grabbing a handful of my lime body wash, he puts me down and washes my body, inch by inch. When his fingers slide over my nipples, my breath hitches. When his hands wander lower, I press my back against the cold tiles and let him explore. His mouth finds mine while his fingers continue to do their magic. Just before I’m about to come, Xander lifts me up against the tiles and slides into me in one smooth thrust.
“So good,” he moans, pumping his hips in a sensual rhythm that has me panting. My hands bury in his hair, pulling gently as my mouth works against his. I went on the pill two weeks ago and it feels so good having him inside me without a condom, no barrier between us. I trail my lips down his jaw, open-mouthed kisses down his neck, causing him to moan and thrust harder and faster. Xander reaches down to play with my clit in quick, smooth strokes that soon send me over the edge.
“Baby, I’m coming,” he grits out.
“Me, too,” I pant, clinging on to his body for dear life.
“Look at me, Trillian,” he commands, eyes boring into mine as we both orgasm. “So fuckin’ beautiful. Nothing is better than this, nothing. With you, everything is perfect.”
He rests his forehead on mine as we both come back to ourselves.
“I love you,” I whisper, being brave and saying the words for the first time.
Xander lifts his head, eyes flaring. “Say that again.”
“I love you.”
“Fuck. I love you, too, Trillian,” he whispers back. “I want to love you, worship you, and ruin you in the best and worst way.”
Then his mouth is on mine again.
*****
Life is short and you only get to live it once, right?
That’s why I decide to go back with Xander for a week. My boss gave me time off work and I’ll have to catch up on my uni classes when I get home. I emailed them saying I was sick and wouldn’t be able to attend all week. Zach is going to keep an eye on my house and water my plants, so I’m all set. I’m excited to see where Xander lives and to meet his friends and family. I can’t even remember the last time I left Channon. I think it was a few months before my dad died.
How depressing is that?
I talked Xander into taking my car for the drive so I can actually bring some luggage with us. He isn’t happy to leave his bike behind, but he agreed.
“Are you ready to go, Trill?” he asks, loading the car with our bags.
“Yep,” I call out, opening the passenger door and sliding in. Xander gets into the driver’s seat and glances over at me.
“You look happy.”
“I am happy. I can’t remember the last time I went on a road trip,” I tell him, doing a little happy dance that consists of a lot of fist pumping.
Xander’s laugh travels throughout the car. “You realise it’s mainly bush we’re driving through?”
I roll my eyes and reach out to cup his jaw. “I don’t care. It’s going to be fun.”
“Let’s hope there are no kangaroos on the roads,” he murmurs.
“As long as there’s daylight, we should be fine.”
“As long as I don’t get distracted by those damn shorts, we’ll be fine,” he replies, starting the car and turning down the road.
I look down at my shorts. “What’s with these shorts? Zach made similar comments when I wore them to the clubhouse.”
I watch as Xander squeezes the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. “You wore those to the clubhouse? Fuck, no wonder half the men are in love with you.”
I roll my eyes at him. “That’s an exaggeration. I think they just liked my skills in the kitchen.”
“I’ve sampled your skills in the kitchen,” he replies in a low tone, reaching his hand out and resting it on my thigh.
“I know you have,” I reply, grinning, “but you haven’t sampled my skills in a car, yet.”
His head snaps to me. “Are you trying to get us killed?”
I shake my head. “No, but I believe there are a few stops on the way where we could park for a little while.”
I stare at his handsome profile as he laughs. “I’ve created a monster.”
“You have no idea.”
I want him in the worst way, always. I can’t get enough. I’m addicted to him. I feel like I’ve changed as a person for the better, like I’ve come out of my shell and started living life more, instead of just reading about it.
“I like that you can be open with me, say whatever crosses your mind,” he says, squeezing my thigh.
“I trust you,” I tell him, “so I feel comfortable around you.”
He takes my hand in his and brings it to his mouth, kissing my knuckles. “I’ll never break that trust, Trillian. It’s a gift.”
I sigh contentedly. “And that’s why I trust you.”
He rests our intertwined hands on his thigh. “I can’t wait for you to meet everyone. Summer is going to love you.”
I hope so.
“Can we stop for some beef jerky?” I ask Xander, turning my body and leaning my head on his shoulder.
He chuckles. “We can stop for anything you want.”
He’s so good to me.
“Let me know when you get tired so I can drive,” I tell him, not expecting him to drive the whole ten hours by himself.
“Let me know if you want to stop at a hotel on the way. We don’t have to do the whole drive in one go,” he says.
“I can manage, you don’t have to baby me,” I tell him, turning the volume up when an Ed Sheeran song starts to play on the radio.
“I’m not babying you,” he replies, grinning. “I just want you to be comfortable.”
He’s spoiling me.
And I’m getting used to it.
*****
“Why didn’t you wake me?” I ask as we pull into his driveway. “You let me sleep the whole way while you drove!”
“Don’t be angry. You looked so cute sleeping. So peaceful. I couldn’t wake you. Besides, I wasn’t tired, I’m fine. It wouldn’t be very manly of me to let you drive while I sleep in the car.”
I open my mouth and then close it. “You’re so damn stubborn sometimes!”
“Come on,” he says. “You can yell at me more once we get inside the house.”
His voice sounds amused.
Amused!
Opening the car door, I slide out and stretch. We stopped about four times, for toilet and food breaks. I got my beef jerky, and I loved it. Now, what I really want is a hot shower and a decent meal. Xander carries our bags then sets them at the front door while he pulls out his keys. The house is an older one, but nice and well maintained. Xander opens the door for me and I step inside before him, glancing around the house eagerly. It’s modern inside. I love it. It isn’t cluttered at all. Instead, it’s spacious and tastefully decorated.
“It’s beautiful,” I tell him, turning to face him. He smiles, putting our bags on the floor, and then stands in front of me with a playful expression on his face.
“You’re beautiful. Do you want to have a shower? I’ll order in some food for tonight. Then tomorrow we can go grocery shopping. Summer’s been keeping the house clean and checking in
. I’m not sure just how stocked the fridge is, though.”
I nod. “Sounds good. Are you going to join me in the shower?”
He lowers his head and kisses my mouth, just the barest of touches. “I’ll join you. Come on, I’ll give you a quick tour of the house.”
He shows me the bedrooms, bathrooms, kitchen, and living area. Walking me back to the first bathroom, he leads me inside and starts to strip off my clothes—first my t-shirt and shorts and then my bra and panties. I turn the shower on and look back at him to see his eyes lingering on my body.
“Like something you see?” I purr, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip.
“I like everything I see,” he replies in a husky tone. I step under the water and crook my finger for him to join me.
He removes his clothes, opens the glass door, and steps into the shower. “Can’t believe you’re in my house right now.”
I reach down and take his cock in my hand, stroking gently. “Well, you better believe it. I’m all yours for the next week.”
Xander squirts soap into his palm and washes the both of us. He washes my hair, his fingers on my scalp make my toes curl. Once I rinse, I lower myself to my knees and stare up at him. His hazel eyes are dark and his cock twitches in front of me. I stroke him once more with my hand as I lick the head, twirling my tongue around it. He moans and puts one hand on the wall, the other coming down to rest on my head. I take as much of him as I can into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks and sucking him in deep.
“Fuck, Trill,” he groans as he gently moving his hips.
I continue to suck him, just how I read in one of my romance novels. I did this once or twice to Cain, but I didn’t like it. Cain had grabbed my hair and was a little rough with me, which I didn’t like one bit. Xander, on the other hand, waits patiently, his hand in my hair, gentle instead of demanding. I could taste him all day.
“I’m going to come if you don’t stop, Trill,” he tells me, his tone pleading. He gently tries to push my head off him, but I don’t let him. Instead, I suck him harder and use my hands at the base of his cock as well as my mouth.
“Trillian,” he whispers.
He comes in my mouth, spurt by spurt and I swallow every drop. When his body stops jerking, I hold onto his thighs and slowly remove my mouth.
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