Xavier Cold (Hard Knocks #2)(24)

He runs his fingers through my hair and holds it away from my face, so he can watch me. “If you keep that up, I’ll come in that pretty mouth of yours, and I’m not ready for this to be over.”

My tongue darts out, and I lick his length one final time before he pulls me back up to face him. The wood paneling scratches my back as he pushes me against it and hitches my right leg over his hip.

The head of his cock presses against my entrance. He crushes his mouth into mine, and I close my eyes as he slips into me.

“Mmm . . . yes!” I breathe as he pulls back and then slides into me again. “So good.”

“You like that?” he whispers as he continues to pump in and out of me. “You want more? Harder? Deeper?”

My mouth hangs open, and he bites my bottom lip.

“Tell me.”

“Yes. All of it. Just keep going.” The desperation in my voice surprises me.

Xavier grabs both of my thighs, lifting me off my feet with ease. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he pushes inside me even deeper.

“Fucking perfect. You were made for me.”

His pace picks up, and sweat slicks his skin as he pounds into me.

The constant attention to my * causes that familiar tingle to erupt, and I cry out as an orgasm rips through me hard. “Xavier. Oh God. Yes.”

His movements become more rigid. He buries his face into the crook of my neck and bites my shoulder as he finds his own release. “Fuck, Anna. Shit.” Tremors ripple through his entire body as he comes down from his orgasmic high.

He pulls back and presses a soft kiss to my lips. “I love you, Anna.”

I stare into the eyes of the man I love without a doubt, and there’s no question that this is who I was made for, the man I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with.

Our love—it’s unbreakable.





Chapter 10


Xavier


There’s not much shelter from the brutal Detroit winter under a freeway bridge, but it’s the best place I can find to sleep without being harassed by the cops all night long.

It’s been a month since I packed all my shit into one tiny bag and split from Grandmother’s house. The beatings were becoming too severe, and if I stayed, I would’ve ended up really hurting the old lady—or worse, killing her. At fifteen, I’m already twice her size, so all it would’ve taken was me losing my head and hitting her back harder than I’d meant to, and my ass would’ve been locked up.

So, I decided taking my chances out here on the streets is a much better option.

Footsteps crunch along the gravel, and I pull the only blanket I own around me even tighter to keep the person from trying to snatch it from me. I really don’t feel like fighting over this thing again tonight.

The steps grow closer, and a flashlight shines right in my face, blinding me. I hold my hand up to shield my eyes as I squint.

“What do you want?” I ask in the roughest voice possible to try to scare whoever it is.

“Holy shit! Xavier? Is that you?” A voice that sounds vaguely familiar sounds excited to discover he actually knows who I am.

Still doesn’t mean I trust them.

“Yeah. What of it?”

“Damn, man, I thought you were dead. It’s me—Cole,” the voice says.

But I still can’t see the person because of the light.

“Cole?”

“Yeah. Oh, shit. Sorry.”

He cuts the flashlight off, and soon, my eyes adjust back to the darkness.

Standing there is Cole Parker, a scrawny black kid with braids who used to sit with me at lunch from time to time. Beside him is Malakai Johnson, mostly known as Kai around the neighborhood. Kai and Cole are both in my grade, but Kai is a well-known troublemaker who runs with a local gang, and Cole is more laid-back. I never even knew the two of them were friends.

“What the hell are you guys doing here?” I ask, my voice groggy. “Don’t you two have someplace to be?”

I don’t want them here. I don’t want them asking any questions about how I ended up here. That’s something I don’t want to discuss with anybody.

Kai shrugs. “Home? What home? If you call that shithole foster house where I live a home, then you can f*cking keep it. If there wasn’t already a rap sheet a mile long attached to my name—shit, man—I’d be right out here, next to you.”

I nod but then direct my attention back to Cole.

“I have a pretty good home, but I’m a rebel, and I like to break the rules.”

Kai shoves Cole’s shoulder. “You’re trippin’. You’re spoiled.”

Cole doesn’t argue. He only laughs in response. He shoves his hands deep into his front pockets. “You really don’t have any other place to go?”

I frown and shake my head. “No.”

“Is your family searching for you?”

“Definitely not.” I sigh. “The only person I’ve got is me.”

Cole whips his head in Kai’s direction and says, “You should take him to Bishop.”

Kai raises his dark eyebrows but turns his attention to me. “Slingin’ ain’t for everybody, but I know a guy who is looking to expand his crew. Once you’re in, you won’t be sleeping under bridges anymore.”