Time Will Tell (Maybe #3)(33)

I put my hand up. “I don’t wanna f*ckin’ 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 f*ckin’ 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 f*ck, 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 lifts 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 f*ckin’ 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 f*ckin’ 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.