I lean down to kiss her but before our lips meet, there’s a sound of tires screeching on the street outside the shelter and then a large bang and clanging. I hear a glass window shatter and then the tires screech again, fading into the distance. Kaine, Gabriel and I throw a quick look at each other before we drop everything and run toward the entrance.
“Tell everyone else to stay inside!” I call over my shoulder. She nods and puts the basket down and I can hear her try to reassure everyone as we run out the door.
There’s no one out there.
No sign of who was here and no other bystanders, which I’m glad for.
The path is littered in trash; about three metal bins lay on their side, rocking back and forth. Rotten food and candy wrappers and empty drink containers are strewn all over the street in front of us. Kaine walks over to the shattered window and reached down to pick up a brick.
“Fuck off. We don’t want your shelter here. We’re trying to take OUT the trash, not bring more in,” he reads off it.
“What the fuck?” Gabriel shouts, taking the brick from Kaine and examining it. “Who the fuck do you think did is?”
I shake my head. “I dunno, but I can take a guess.” Kaine nods, agreeing without even needing me to say it. “What are we going to do?”
“You aren’t going to do anything. I can’t trust you to keep your head dealing with these fucktards. Gabriel and I will think of something.”
“But…”
“Go. She’s waiting for you,” he says, and I know there’s no point in arguing.
But just because he isn’t sending me to take care of this doesn’t mean I can’t send myself.
Her
I’m close, but I’m tensing every muscle in my body not to fall over the cliff. My eyes focus on my hands stretched out in front of me, my knuckles bone white as I grab fistfuls of the Egyptian cotton bedsheet while Xavier drives himself into me from behind.
“Ohhh, God. Fuck…” I groan as he pulls back and then slams his hips forward again, completely filling me up with his hardness. His breath is hard and ragged in my ears; his hands hot as they grab at my hips, pulling me back onto him.
I’m even closer now.
“Oh, sweetheart, fuck. Fuck.” His moans mirror mine and I know we’re both about to come.
My bottom lip finds itself between my teeth as I try to hold back, but there’s no point.
Xavier’s cock is inside me and I’m going to come on it.
Just as he slides into me one more time, his hand reaches under me and an index finger finds the hood of my clit.
And everything explodes into stars.
“Oh god. Xavier. Oh my god,” I think I scream as a white-hot orgasm rips through me, draining my cells of every last ounce of oxygen.
I feel my body pushed forward as Xavier slams into me again, his own orgasm making him growl my name over and over and over until there’s nothing left and we collapse on the bed, spent.
I’m not sure how long we sleep but the sun is bright in my eyes when I wake up again, Xavier’s head still on my back, my limbs spread out like a starfish on his bed.
“Uhhhhh,” is my first word.
“Hmmmm?” is his reply.
It’s several more minutes before either of us makes any sense.
“Eggs?” he asks.
My head moves half an inch up and down. Eggs actually sound great. As long as I don’t have to make them.
Apparently, he feels the same way as he makes no attempt to move.
But it’s okay, I could lie like this here with him forever.
Ding Dong, the doorbell sounds, right on cue, as if to make a mockery of my thoughts of forever.
“Hmmm?”
“Eggs,” Xavier replies, before he groans and drags his body off mine. There’s a big sigh and then I feel him pull himself off the bed and shuffle to the elevator, pulling on a pair of shorts over his naked body.
Shame. I like completely clothes-less Xavier.
I pull a pillow over my head to block out the light. I don’t know what time it is, but it’s okay, I don’t have any appointments today and have no rush to get to the office.
I could wait for eggs.
And more naked Xavier.
“Eggs!” he exclaims a minute later, suddenly more awake. The pillow is dragged off my head and he’s holding out a plate to me.
“What the..? How?”
He grins and pushes the plate forward and I take it, sitting up, crossing my legs under me. I stare down at my plate filled with piping hot eggs on toast and my mouth fills with saliva; I didn’t realize how hungry I was. Frequent sex equals an increased appetite, I guess.
Xavier comes back with another plate and cup of coffee in his hand that he lays on the nightstand next to me before joining me back on the bed.
There’s no grace to the way I lift a forkful of scrambled eggs into my mouth. They’re soft and fluffy, perfectly seasoned.
“Mmmm, eggs,” I sigh and he grins at me, nodding, his own mouth full.
“Do you have a magic wand? Where did these come from?” I mumble between bites.
“I do have a magic wand,” he winks at me and I roll my eyes. “I meant this, pervert!” He laughs and waves his iPhone at me. “The magic wand of Uber Eats.”
“When did you do that? I thought you were asleep!”
“Oh, my sweet, I can work much magic while you think I’m asleep.”
“Oh, I remember.” I giggle, thinking back to how I was woken up during the night. “Makes me wish you were asleep again right now.”
He drops his jaw and clutches at imaginary pearls before leaning over and kissing me gently.