“Can I look?”
I nod, and he comes to stand behind me and parts my hair down the centre. He runs his fingers over the tattoo and scars. Xav always used to kiss me there, and it sends a shudder through me and a pang of longing to be in his arms again. I hope he’s okay.
“What are the other marks?”
“As kids, we didn’t want to be Six and Ten, so we used them to create names for each other, so we added an AV to mine and a C to Xav’s, becoming Vic and Xav. When Father found out, he blamed me as Xav was his favourite and threw me in solitary for three days with no food.” I chuckle. “Totally worth it.” He rubs his fingers over the marks, and I lean into his touch.
“You’re quite fucked up, aren’t you?”
“Totally fucked up.” I shrug. He chuckles behind me, and then I freeze as he kisses the tattoo.
“Shit, sorry. I don’t know why I did that.”
“It’s okay. Just caught me off guard. Xav used to kiss me on the tattoo before we went to sleep.”
“Do you miss him?”
“Every day. We’ve never been apart, ever.”
He wraps his arms around me, and I relax into it. Something’s changed, shifted, I don’t know what, but I think I like it.
“Finish your breakfast. We’ve got a busy day.” He kisses me on my head and steps away to go for his own breakfast.
“Busy day?” I frown at him, and he chuckles.
“There’s aFriendsmarathon on TV.”
Jacob
Chapter XLVII
We sit and watch the TV in comfortable silence, and I find myself wanting to be closer to her, so I shuffle a bit till our legs brush together. I pull the blanket over us, and it’s not long before she’s asleep on my shoulder. I move my arm around her, and she nestles into my side. I breathe her in. She fits there so comfortably, and it’s nice to have someone in my arms. It’s been such a long time since I held someone or was held by someone. What harm could it really do to let her in?
I must have fallen asleep because we’re both slouched down on the sofa when I wake. She’s still nestled against my side, but her arm is resting over my dick, and I groan at the weight against it. I breathe a little heavier, a little faster, as my mind starts to wander andthink about if she woke up and slid down, wrapping those beautiful pink lips around my dick as she looks up at me with those beautiful blue eyes and when she bats those long lashes at me. I can’t help it. My dick twitches at the thought, and I flop my head back and groan, closing my eyes. I take a few breaths as she moves a little, grazing over my dick again.
“Fuck,” I whisper out as my dick aches to be touched, for her to reach inside my bottoms and slide her hand around it, before slipping down to wrap her lips around me, feathering her tongue against my slit while she laps at my precum. I toss my arm over my eyes as I try not to think about it while it’s the only thing I can think of. She moves again as I buck against her arm, needing more friction, and she slides her arm back so her hand is against me, and I flick my hips, biting down on my lip. She shifts again, but I move my hips again, and then her hand moves back, then slowly forward, and I lift my head up, and her gaze comes to meet mine. I gasp at being caught, but she rubs me again, and I stutter a breath before reaching over and gripping her chin, tilting her face to my lips, and I crash hers to mine and groan at the sensation of her rubbing over my dick. I pull her mouth tighter to me and kiss her harder while I buck into her hand.
Her hand slides up to the waistband, and she dips inside, wrapping her hand around my shaft. I grunt at the contact. It’s a little harder, a little rougher, and a little more electric than I imagined. I groan. “Fuck.”
She slips her tongue into my mouth, nipping at my bottom lip before sucking it between her lips, sliding her tongue over mine. I slide my hand into the back of herhair and grip it tighter. She groans at the bite as I hold her head to mine. I’m trying to concentrate on what I’m doing and not coming, but the feel of her hand around me is out of this world, little sparks firing on every cell on every millimetre of flesh that touches hers. My dick throbs in her hand as I cum into my bottoms. She continues to stroke me till I stop, brushing her thumb over my dick before breaking the kiss and bringing her thumb to her lips and sucking it in.
“Fuck, I wish you hadn’t done that!”
She pulls back, looking visibly hurt, and I smile at her, kissing her again. “Fuck… I want to taste you so bad right now.”
“What’s stopping you?”
I groan and pull away from her. “Because you’re hurt, and I shouldn’t.” I pull further away from her, scrub my hands into my face and sigh, taking a deep breath and then another before getting up. I kiss her on the head and walk away to take a cold fucking shower. And question my life choices, because there’s no way on this earth I can be contemplating falling for my stalker who kidnapped me and turned out to be an assassin.
Vic
Chapter XLVIII
I can’t say it doesn’t sting a little when he kisses my head and walks away. I thought something was going to happen, but he then just walked away. I suppose it was too much to ask him to like me for me; no one ever likes me just for me. Even Xav doesn’t actually like me for me. We weren’t given a choice but to like each other. I head upstairs and grab some clean bedding out. I open the door to his room and toss it on the bed before heading upstairs. He’s got the keys still; I know he has, and if he wants to go, so be it. I’ve kept him safe this long. He’s made his choice. He can decide, stay, or go, but I’m not playing games anymore. I wanted him, I needed him, and he just wanted a wank. I can’t be too mad after I’ve actually fucked him but serves him right.
I climb into bed, wrap myself up in the quilt as tight as possible so it feels like Xav’s with me, and I wrap my arms around myself and try to sleep. Knowing full well that things have changed now and not for the better. I breathe out while I berate myself for my actions. What the fuck was I thinking? And why did I think he would actually like me?
Jacob
