“Right,” Xavier replies evenly.
I roll my eyes fondly at my brother before I turn my attention back to Colin. “I don’t think it really matters. If he can keep his mouth shut, I think the least we can do is give him what he wants.”
“Out of curiosity, how long have you wanted Amos’ cock?” Xavier asks as he motions for us to follow him up the alley.
“Who says I do?” Colin asks defensively.
“The fact that you’re still kind of hard,” Xavier says over his shoulder, giving a pointed look at Colin’s jeans.
“Leave him alone,” I say, giving him a playful shove. “You’re just mad that it’s my dick he’s been wanting and not yours.”
“Oh?”
Xavier stops walking and pulls me to a halt, then turns us both to face Colin. “So, you’re just coming along for Amos?”
I roll my eyes at the sky. Here comes the famous world revolves around me and nothing else attitude.
“What makes you think that anyone wants your dick?” I ask Xavier with a smirk on my face.
“Gee, I don’t know. The way you swallowed it, jerked it until I came all over your hand—or maybe the way you’ve been salivating all night each and every time you’ve looked at or touched it,” he replies sarcastically.
Well, he’s not wrong.
“I guess I’m just wondering if you’re jealous that maybe someone wants me for once, instead of you.”
His eyes flash with anger, and I smirk. Now that I know he really is sober, I’m just fine with going back home.
“Watch your mouth, you little shit. You should be happy that anyone wants you at all.”
I exaggerate a yawn and pat my mouth in exaggerated boredom.
This is the Xavier I’m used to. The one who gives commands and doesn’t take them. The one who only works on his terms and no one else’s. The one who’s made my life a living hell for the past ten years, not the one who showed up drunk to my work and has been trying to fuck me every chance he thought he had.
“Okay, well, either way, I’m going to head home. You can come with me or you can stay out here interrogating Colin,” I say as I begin to fish around in my pockets for the house keys. “Besides, you wouldn’t want to be seen with us in your fancy sports car, would you? Especially not when I can walk the thirteen miles back home.”
Xavier grinds his teeth, his jaw becoming square as he lunges toward me and wraps a hand around my throat. I become rigid, but for some odd reason, I find myself trusting that he won’t hurt me.
I close my eyes for a moment and motion with my hand for Colin to come closer, hoping to God that he sees it and abides.
“Like I said, what makes you think that anyone wants your dick?” Xavier hisses, his breath hot against my face.
My mouth drops open slightly, not out of fear or shock, but out of the need to take air into my lungs. But it also presents me with an opportunity too; one that I won’t pass up.
Leaning forward quickly, I lick his lips from left to right, then reach a hand around behind him, gripping one of his ass cheeks firmly, before I open my eyes and look into his as the world starts to become slightly hazy.
“You did. With every look. Every touch. Every move to take more than I would have time to give you while I was working. I know you want more tonight, Xavier. And so do I, so why don’t you drop the tough-guy bullshit and take me home,” I finish, my voice a husky whisper as I press my body against his and feel his hard dick aching through his jeans against mine.
Xavier pushes against me even harder, grinding his body against mine, tightening his grip around my neck and biting my lower lip again. This time, he holds the delicate flesh between his teeth as he slowly pulls back, tearing the skin and drawing blood.
I know it when I feel the warm liquid and the copper taste starts to gently invade my taste buds.
And when he finally lets go, when he finally grants me mercy on my throat and mouth, I drape my arms around his shoulders and glance behind him at Colin.
“So? Did you want to come home with us and be our toy for tonight?”
He nods.
Without hesitation, or a second thought.