Xavier FINAL (Men of Steel #4) (25 page)

“But--.”

“No buts. I’m gonna fuck you in the bath and in the shower. I won’t go without Irish.
I’m also gonna fuck you on the weekends.”

“Awe that’s so sweet?” She laughed. “You’re a nice guy you know. Just like your brother--.”

“I’m not a nice guy and I’m not a pussy like my brothers.”

She laughed. “Of course you’re not. You’re an asshole.”

“Remember that.” I reached down and played with my tunes until I found the one I wanted
to play for her. “This song Irish--.”

“Don’t tell me it’s ours?”

“It’s reminds me of tonight,” I winked at her.

Blurred Lines
by Robin Thicke played and she laughed.

I loved her laugh. I loved a lot of things about this girl. She was way too far in.

When we got close to home she was holding her waist.

“Cramps?” I squeezed her hand.

“You are a little too interested in my period. It’s weird.”

“It’s your pussy, of course I’m interested.”

She closed her eyes and leaned back in the seat and I rubbed her tummy.

“You want me to stop and grab some Pamprin or Midol Irish?”

“For God sake Xavier.” She half laughed, half scolded me.

“I just wanna help you feel good. Instead of saying for God’s sake Xavier. It should
be Oh God Xavier!”

“I love how you think of me in my time of need.”

“Well that’s just the kind of guy I am Taelyn, I’m a giver.”

She smiled as she sunk further in the seat. “I do need to stop at the store though.
I need tampons and pads.”

I cringed, “Both?”

“Yeah and could you hurry it hurts. I need Motrin too.”

Irish was bleeding from her vag and in pain. “I’m gonna kiss it better when we get
back.”

She tried to laugh but she held her stomach tighter.

As instructed James pulled in the convenient store and she sat up and whimpered.

“That bad?”

“Uh huh.” She bent to grab her wallet out of her pretty pink bag and the pain in her
face killed me.

“What do you need?”

“Just Motrin, regular sized Tampax and maxi pads with wings.”

“Sit still.” I got out of the vehicle and walked in the store on a mission to make
the pussy I was obsessed with feel better.

I walked right up to the feminine hygiene section and grabbed what she said to. Regular
Tampax looked ghetto compared to those pearl ones. Irish liked pretty things. I was
getting her the pretty ones.

I marched up to the counter owning this shit. Sort of. Fuck this was embarrassing.
I was buying menstrual supplies. But I was doing it for her, and her pussy. My pussy.
My pussy needed caring for and I was gonna be the only one caring for it.
Suck it up man
, I told myself.

The teenage clerk looked at me and I swear he was trying not to laugh.

“Do you think this shit’s for me?” I snapped at his smug little ass.

“I certainly hope not,” he laughed.

“Laugh it up dip-shit. Someday you’ll be done beating off in the shower and know what
a pussy feels like. Of course that’ll happen after your balls drop and you’ve figured
out that pleasing someone else is as good a feeling as getting off.”

“My balls dropped a few years ago. I don’t have to beat off and I get plenty of pussy.”

Smug little fuck, “I’m sure that blue and red smock gets them all hot and bothered.”

“No probably not but my brothers in a band. I get his cast offs and for an eighteen
year old, that’s not all that bad. Here’s your change man have fun with your old lady.”

I wanted to climb over the counter and wipe that smug look off his face. Son of a
bitch.

“She’s not old.”

I walked out with my dick between my legs and a bag full of rags. I guess I showed
him. Fucker.

I looked at the vehicle and she was on the phone. She looked upset. I opened the door
and she was yelling at someone. I looked at her and she looked away and continued
her conversation with I assumed her brothers or her mom.

Chapter 22

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“Mom, Xavier is back.” I needed this conversation to end. “I know and I appreciate
it but I’m not going to concern myself with how they feel about it.”
Dear God this was embarrassing
. “It’s my life, my choices. Why is him hugging a girl in a vehicle worse than me
kissing that Nickie guy? I’m just as much at fault. I did it because he made me mad.
Please I don’t want to go into it.” I listened to her and felt his eyes burning a
hole in my head. “I don’t know why he hugged her. Why are we discussing a timeline
here I--.”

“She was crying. Said her family was losing everything and that she was in love with
Dr. Dickless and that he didn’t feel the same. Two weeks ago that shit would have
meant nothing. I was drunk. She tried to kiss me--.”

“She what!”

“I told her that shit wasn’t gonna happen ever again, don’t get mad.”

“Mom, I’ll call you back.-- I love you too.”

I ended the call and looked at him.

“Say something Taelyn.”

“I wanna go to sleep. I’m tired.”

“I got your girl stuff.” He held up the bag and smiled.

“Yeah thanks.”

“Thanks?” He laughed as we pulled out of the parking lot.

“I would have got them. I’m really fine.”

“You owe me big. I almost kicked the little fucker’s ass in there who was laughing
at me. Did I mention I hate kids?”

“Did you kiss her back?”

“No.”

“No, that’s all you’re going to say?”

“No I didn’t kiss her back.”

“So did she try to kiss you or did she kiss you?”

“She caught my cheek. That’s it. Be pissed all you want. Last night was pretty fucked
up you know? I was sexually assaulted by two women.”

“Sexually assaulted?”

“Yep. You should be feeling sorry for me.”

“Pfft.”

“They kissed me. I wanted nothing to do with them. You, on the other hand, kissed
Nickie like you--.”

“I was pissed at you!”

“Now that’s a shocker.” He reached over and grabbed my hand and I started to pull
away. “I’m playing. We gonna keep going backwards or keep walking forward Irish?”

“Forward.”

“Good. So your family saw the pictures?”

“Yes and apparently they want me to come home.”

“You said no of course.”

“I said I’d come home for break.”

He didn’t say anything except, “Hmm.”

We pulled up to a building that looked exactly like all the others in the gated community.
It was a little bigger and there were no signs of a neighbor.

“You’re home.” He said as he opened the door.

“How much is the rent?”

“It’s owned by Steel, you’re all good as long as you work for them.”

“Wrong answer. I want a number.”

“Okay nine and a half.” He grinned.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You in a better mood?”

“Why?”

“Well nine and a half inches in your mouth every day, that’ll take care of the rent.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Let’s go inside.”

He got out of the car
and I sat and watched him. I swear he could ask anything of me, do anything to me,
and I would let him. I was wide open to this man. My feelings for him were not rational.
But I didn’t care. I was going to enjoy whatever time we had together and push away
the fear of him hurting me like Daniel had.

I got out and he smiled and grabbed my hand. “You ready?”

“Yep.” I looked up at him and for a moment I was lost in his seemingly vulnerable
smile.

“You forgot your girl things.”

“Oh, yeah about that. I really didn’t need them.”

“You’re kidding right?” His eyebrow shot up.

“You were hassling Cyrus and--.”

He grabbed me and bent me forward and swatted my ass.

“Ouch!”

“You deserve far worse.” He picked me up from behind and carried me to the front door.

He punched in the code on the digital lock and opened the door. “Four, seven, four,
seven, four. Got it?”

“Not really.”

He walked in the door and kicked it shut and then set my feet on the floor.

“Irish. That’s the code. Four, seven, four, seven, four.”

He pointed to the left, “Coat closet.”

He opened the door and shrugged off his coat and hung it up. He held out his hand
and I took my coat off and handed it to him.

I looked in as he hung my coat. All my shoes were inside. I kicked off my boots and
so did he.

When he turned around I looked up into his eyes. His eyes were nearly black and slightly
hooded.

My mouth went dry and I swallowed hard and closed my eyes, willing myself to turn
away.

“You okay?” The thickness in his voice made my insides clench.

“Show me around?”

“There isn’t a lot to show, I wanted you to pick out some things for your place. I
want it to feel like home to you. I kind of want you to like it here.”

“I already do.”

I felt emotions well up inside of me. I needed a few minutes, maybe a few days to
get it all in check. I looked up briefly and he was looking at me.

“You gonna keep looking at me like that or are you gonna say what’s on your mind?”

He stepped back a little and I forced a smile. “Just tired.”

“Okay. Your bedroom is upstairs, first door on the right. I’ll show you. You need
sleep.”

I nodded.

We walked through the rooms and I didn’t even look. I just followed behind him and
up the stairs. He opened the door to a very large, very pink room.

He pointed to the far left, “Bathroom’s there. Closet is next to it.”

If I said something I was going to cry. He looked back at me, his handsome face was
unreadable.

“I’m gonna let you settle in then. You need anything call me. I’m heading over to
Steel. Its three blocks away. So if there is anything--.”

I practically threw myself at him and wrapped my arms around his waist.

“Christ Taelyn, you’re a fucking wreck.” He walked us to the bed and pulled down the
duvet cover. “Climb on up and lay down.”

I did and I swear even the hotel room bed wasn’t as comfortable as this bed. The sheets
were slate gray silk and a hot pink cotton duvet covered what I assumed was a down
comforter. It was heavy and extremely comfortable.

He covered me up and kissed me very cautiously on the lips and then my forehead.

“I don’t know how long it will take but again, you need anything you call. You want
me here tonight or--.”

“Yes.”

He let out a sigh, “Thank fuck. I thought I fucked up already.”

“No. It’s a lot.”

“I’m not moving in, I’ve got my own place okay?”

I nodded unwilling to let myself tell him I would be fine with it. I wanted this to
be his way. A man like him needed that. He needed to force his way into something
in order to own it. I knew it to be true. Right now, I wanted nothing more than to
be owned by him.

“You look exactly like I imagined you would laying there Taelyn. Stunning and more
desirable than anyone else I have ever met.”

He kissed me again and walked out the door.

I waited until I heard the door close and then I let it all go. I cried for nearly
an hour. I cried because I was happy, because I was scared, because I had disappointed
my family, because I wanted to not disappoint him, and then because I was crying.
I was completely out of sorts. I was sure that it was that first day of my period
hormonal swing but it had never been like this before. Then again, I had never had
anything in my life that knocked me off my feet then swept me up and cared for me
in this way either. Then I cried because someday it was going to hurt so very bad
to lose everything Xavier had given me physically and emotionally.

I must have fallen asleep after that because I woke up and looked at the nightstand
where my phone sat in the charging dock next to a Bose charging station. The clock
said midnight. It had been four hours.

I sat up and decided to finally allow myself to take in my new surroundings. The bottom
of the walls had an antique white chair rail. It was beautiful. The upper part of
the walls had thick stripes of grey and alternated with pale pink. I had never loved
pink but now I was looking at it the way he did and it was fast becoming my favorite
color.

The floor was thick planked white wood that appeared aged and the grey of old wood
crackled through it. On the floor beside the side of the bed he had helped me into
was a thick throw carpet, hot pink and shaggy. My feet begged to touch it. And my
grandmothers night table.

I hopped off the tall king-sized antique white sleigh bed and walked around the room.

The curtains matched the sheets and pillow cases. They flowed fully to the ground.
I wondered if the windows were as large or if the curtains just made them appear that
way. I opened one and smiled when the hidden French doors were exposed. They lead
to a small Juliet type balcony. On it were two chairs and a small wrought iron table.

I walked into the bathroom and it was grey granite. Not one ounce of pink. The complementing
color was white. It was set up exactly the way the other place was. A large walk in
shower big enough for two, double sinks, and a large garden tub.

I turned on the water to fill the tub and decided I would run downstairs to see what
I had missed. I turned around and he was in the doorway.

I jumped and laughed, “You scared me.”

“Sorry about that. You planning on taking a bath?”

Oh boy, that heated look and thick voice had returned. I nodded.

“Perfect. I will go grab the towels and give you a couple minutes to get in.”

“Are there bubbles here?”

“I’m sure. Check in the cabinets under the sink.”

I walked over and looked in the mirror. Much to my surprise, disgust, and horror,
every bit of my eye make-up was dripping down my face. I grabbed a washcloth and scrubbed
it off. I wasn’t sure which was worse, the make-up or what I had just revealed. My
face was swollen and puffy from crying.