“How many times do I have to apologize for not being here, Vixen?”
“I know, and I didn’t mean it the way it came out. It would be different if you would at least let me hook up your phone.”
“That is not happening. You’ve already given me the bike, the Club, and your body. I’m not adding a phone bill to the equation. Besides, stealing wi-fi is more my style, now get that ass over here and sit on my dick.”
I can’t help but smile at his mischievous grin. He always knows how to make me laugh even when I’m trying my damnedest to be pissed off.
“Can’t… I need to go shower both you and last night’s escapades off of myself. You might want to do the same.”
He raises a brow and points to the hall.
“There is a shower in this place, isn’t there?”
“Yes.”
“Then what’s the problem? Let’s go test that shit out together.”
“Fuck that! I’m not showering with you until you agree to live here… until then, we are showering separately. So, either I can go first, or I can head back to the main house while you do, choice is yours.”
“Well why didn’t you just lead with that, baby?”
Peeling his shirt off his ridiculously toned body, he tosses it at me and laughs.
“Your turn, Vixen, take the sweater, the boots, and the shorts off, shower with me, and you’ll have yourself a roommate.”
I smile from ear to ear and don’t hesitate, stripping down to nothing before I make him chase me down the hall.
The man is an animal, with the stride of a football player, and he’s fast. It’s not entirely fair trying to outrun a guy that’s practically half man and half beast, and by half beast, I’m referring to his lower extremities.
It takes me less than sixty-four seconds in the glass-encased shower with him to realize why some people are smart and install two shower heads. Pax, the giant man-beast, as fine looking as he is, towers over me. As if that’s not bad enough, faultlessly, he’s hogging the entire stream of water because of it.
“Hey, Zeus,” I mock, smacking his rock-hard ass, “you mind moving a bit to the left?”
Laughing, he turns around to face me as I take in his always ready raging hard-on and roll my eyes.
“If you help me relieve this godly staff, I’ll consider sharing the water.”
“Or you could move the fuck over and relieve it yourself and not be such a horny prick!”
“I could… but I know that’s not really what you want, not what you need,” he taunts, slowly stroking his shaft. “So, get on your knees and open that foul mouth of yours.”
He knows I love it when he takes control like this; his eyes get all sinister and his words ignite something dirty in my soul. He also knows I never do as I’m told.
I move closer to him, studying his tattoos with my fingers. Running them lightly up the snake’s body that begins at his hip and contours over his abs before it crosses over another snake that slithers between his pecks and around his collar bone.
He stops my hand abruptly and jerks me closer before gripping the back of my hair and forcing me to my knees.
I laugh and look up at him, the water beading down his entirely ink sculpted body, his long hair shaping his devious face as he gives me the look. The one that says if I perform well, he’ll reward me.
He doesn’t need words to command me, his eyes, his touch, and his arcane growl say it all.
I’m purposely slow about taking him into my mouth. I know he likes it when I tease him with my tongue around the knob of his dick.
He groans, tangling his hand in my damp hair, attempting to thrust himself into my mouth just as I catch a glimpse of my mother watching.
“Jesus fuck!” I shout. “What the hell are you doing in here? Get out!”
Pax starts laughing, doesn’t even cover his dick as Satan stands there with her arms crossed and I cover my chest.
“No, Kirsten, we need to talk.”
“No, you need to get the fuck out! And stop staring at his dick you psycho!”
She smiles cunningly, ignoring my plea.
“I want the library collection your father left you.”
“Seriously? Are you insane? We can talk about this later!”
“Well… I’m just giving you a heads up that it’s staying in the main house, as is.”
“Fine! Keep the fucking books, just get the hell out of here!”
“Hmph. Sure, thing sweetheart. Nice to see you again Pax,” she finishes with a wink.
I holler out that I’m changing the locks the second I get out of the damn shower as she exits the room.
“Shit, Vixen,” Pax laughs, “calm down… why don’t we go back to what we were doing?”
I slap his hand off of my shoulder and take in his stupid grin.
“You wish, you big dummy! Why the hell didn’t you say something to her, or cover your fucking junk at least?”
“She’s Satan… I didn’t want to end up locked in her firey dungeon. Besides, your mom is kind of hot.”
I punch him in the ab so hard it sends a surge of pain through my fist as I exit the shower, trying to shake it off.
“Fuck you, Pax!” I say, slamming the shower door. “You are unbelievable!”
He shrugs and says nothing, just gives me that stupid face he does when he knows I’m frustrated with him.
What a jerk. He knows how much I hate the fact people find my mother attractive and that she’s literally slept with every guy eighteen
