Page 21 of Wicked Lies Grow Wildflowers

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

XANDER

I was surprised and more than a little happy when Maeren called me asking if I’d come over.

I, of course, said yes and dropped everything I was doing—I’d be a fool not to.

She’s willingly pursuing me now, which makes me feel less ashamed of all of the stalking considering it’s paying off.

What started as a guilty pleasure is becoming something real.

She’s got me watching some ridiculous teenage vampire movie and I’m not even pissed about it. The way she’s curled into me would have me watching commercials without complaint. When the credits come up I don’t want to leave, so I ask her to play the sequel instead.

“Can we watch the next one tonight, too?” I’ll watch every fucking movie in the series just so I can keep her this close to me.

“Really?! You want to watch the second one?!” she squeals, and it’s one of the best sounds I’ve ever heard.

“Yes, I do,” I laugh into her hair and pull her closer.

When the opening scene starts, I begin to rub the arm I have wrapped around her along her hip.

I slide my palm under her shirt and feel her silky smooth skin, resting it just above the waistband of her pants, testing the waters.

She’s practically in my lap already, so I pull her between my legs and have her facing the TV.

She smells so sweet as I lean down to kiss her neck.

She tilts her head to the side to give me better access and I run my free hand under her shirt and up to her bra, tracing the lace band with my fingertips before palming her breast. I squeeze it as I run my tongue along the shell of her ear, making her shudder.

I’m hard as a rock right now and would do anything to make it go away, but I want to please her first, it’s what any respectable house guest would do.

I slip my hand from her hip and into her pants, pausing for a second just underneath the fabric to make sure she’s comfortable.

When she doesn’t protest, I run my fingers over her panties, feeling the wetness that’s already soaking through. Hungry little thing, she is.

I pull her face to mine and crush my mouth to hers, hungrily sucking her tongue, reveling in the taste.

I pull her panties to the side and work my fingers under them.

She’s absolutely drenched for me already.

The thought of her being so ready with want for me makes my cock twitch inside of my jeans.

I stroke her with a single finger, teasing her entrance before plunging it inside of her.

She’s moaning and mewling against my mouth as I steadily pump in and out before adding a second finger, which elicits a louder moan. Music to my fucking ears.

I continue to work her, loving how her body responds to my touch. “You like this, don’t you?” I taunt.

“Mmm,” she moans.

I stop moving my fingers and her eyes flick open, looking confused that I stopped. “Answer me. Yes or no? Do you like how it feels to have my fingers inside of your needy little pussy?”

“Y-yes,” she stammers, breathless.

“That’s a good girl. I bet you’d like my tongue on you too. Wouldn’t you?”

“Uh, umm…” She trails off.

“What’s the matter?”

“I—uh. I’ve actually never… well, no one’s ever done that to me before,” she confesses. Those words are a fucking symphony to my ears.

“No one’s ever eaten this sweet pussy of yours?” I’m incredulous as she shakes her head. “Good. I’m honored to be the first. Lay down on your back,” I command. Knowing no one’s ever had her like this sends a wave of possessiveness over me.

She looks like a deer in headlights but she complies, climbing off my lap to lay back on the couch.

I prop myself above her and move my kiss from her lips, down her neck, and across her collarbone.

I rip her shirt over her head and unsnap her bra, setting her tits free.

I take a perfectly pink, peaked nipple into my mouth and suck, twisting the other, which draws a sharp hiss from her lips.

I switch to the other and devote the same amount of attention to it, snaking my hand back into her panties and my fingers inside of her. I lick down her stomach and when I make it to the waistband of her pants, I pull them off, spreading her glistening pink pussy wide open for me.

She’s beautiful, spread for me like this—my own personal feast to devour however I please. I throw her legs over my shoulders and dive in, dragging my tongue up her seam.

“Oh my God !” she shouts. She should know better; God isn’t in the room with us, it’s just me and her.

“There’s no one here but me and you right now. You can call me God if you’d like to, though.”

Her only reply is a ragged moan.

“Fuck, you’re so sweet, baby.” She’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted. I lap at her like a starving man, and I guess I am starving, but only ever for her. She tastes like heaven and I could die right here, right now, as the happiest man on earth with my face between these thighs.

She threads her fingers through my hair and pulls; I revel in the sharp sting. My tongue thrusts in and out of her alongside my fingers as her moans fill my ears and the room around us. She’s thrashing around and bucking her hips wildly at my face, grinding her clit against my nose.

“Oh my God, Xander, please, don’t stop—” Her cries turn incoherent as I swirl my tongue against her clit, knowing that’s exactly where she needs me.

I grab her panties and ball them up before shoving them in her mouth. “As much as I love to hear those sweet screams of yours, Wildflower—I will kill anyone else who does. So we can’t wake the neighbors, now, can we?”

She mumbles something incoherent once more and I keep eating at her, making sure to circle her clit with my thumb.

My free hand is roaming between her stomach and tits, making sure I’m giving her nipples plenty of attention.

Soon, I can feel her body tensing and I lick her even more fervently, tipping her over the edge she’s been precariously standing on.

Her legs clamp around my head as she lets out a muffled cry and grinds into my face. If I suffocate here, there are far worse ways to go than drowning in her sweet orgasm.

When she comes down, and her body relaxes it’s coiled tension completely, I remove my hand.

I lick her a few more times to clean up her release, not wanting to waste a single drop of her nectar.

I pull the panties from her mouth and kiss her deeply.

“See how good you taste, Wildflower? Like the perfect sin.”

She’s breathless and spent, not saying a word to me. I help her up and get her dressed in silence, placing a kiss on her head when she’s done. “But what about you?” she finally speaks and glances at my very obvious erection.

“We can worry about me another time. This was for you.”

“Thank you.” A deep red blush spreads across her cheeks.

“Thank you for letting me be the first to defile you like that.” I place a kiss on her forehead. “It was my honor to taste something so perfect and sweet.”

While I was busy losing myself in the ecstasy between Maeren’s thighs, the movie seems to have ended.

I really should go—It’s late and I don’t want to overstay my welcome or end up fucking her.

I know I will eventually, but not tonight.

I want to make sure I can take my time with her when that moment comes.

“Honestly, I’m at a loss for words. I didn’t know it could be that good.

I mean, I’ve never… well, I’ve never done that, but I’ve never orgasmed with a man before, either,” she admits sheepishly.

Her skin is flushed and sweaty, flyaway hairs stick to her face.

She looks like she was thoroughly ravished.

“Never?” I ask, honestly surprised by that.

“Never. I mean, I’ve only been with two people, but still.”

“Then they weren’t men, Wildflower. But don’t worry, there are a lot more of those in store for you.” And though I try to joke, I want to hunt down every fucker who has ever touched her and cut their hands off. And if they’ve been inside of her, I’ll remove their dicks too.

She’s mine.

After I left Maeren’s, I couldn’t stop replaying the way she came on my tongue.

She’s so fucking perfect, everything about her all-consuming.

I drove home hard as steel and wishing I could have sunk inside her.

I just need a little patience. Soon enough she’ll be mine completely—in every single way.

Checking my phone, I scan over a message from Mark requesting I meet him later this week for a job. Good, I could use the distraction. Maybe a little distance between me and Maeren will be good for me. I can feel myself getting attached too quickly, and I’ll surely scare her away if I keep it up.

When Thursday night rolls around, it’s the usual monotonous steps of getting ready for the night by making sure I blend in with the club crowd.

When I arrive, Mark is lounging in our usual booth.

I flag down a bartender for my whisky neat, needing something to take the edge off tonight.

I can’t work well if the vision of Maeren’s bare body is all I can think about.

When I slide into the booth in front of Mark, he nods at my drink, taking note because I never have anything at our meetings.

I’m definitely not going to let him know anything about my personal life.

That would be a stupid fucking mistake—deadly, really.

Connections can be used as leverage and that’s the last thing I want for Maeren.

“I know. I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s get to business—what can I do for you, Mark? ”

“Don’t worry, I don’t care to know about your personal life, Paxton.

I have an interesting one for you this time though.

There’s a man who goes by The Skinner. I’ll let you guess why.

That is if you haven’t already heard of him, he’s garnering quite the buzz.

I need him eliminated. He’s bad for business and quite loud in his dealings.

He’s also been leaving a string of bodies in his wake and the police are onto him.

His real identity is not yet known, but it’s only a matter of time.

The last thing I need is a loud mouth, wannabe rival fucking things up by being too messy with his…

. business. If he keeps his act up, the Feds will be on me soon enough and we both know that cannot happen.

I may not have anything to do with his murders, but well, you know.

” He rubs a hand down his face and sighs.

I narrow my eyes and ask, “We both know that’s not the only reason you need him gone.

You’re never really afraid of the Feds when you have so many of them in your pocket, so what else is going on?

” Mark’s tell is obvious. He always has a hidden agenda when he makes things seem a little too simple.

Going after a serial killer because he’s garnering attention on the news is too simple.

His next words are low and deadly. “The fucker put a hit out on my nephew. Thankfully, it didn’t go through and the hitman is dead, but I won’t take chances when it comes to my family.

I want the fucker dead, and it needs to happen before he decides to take matters into his own hands, literally,” he seethes.

Ah, there it is. I have to admit I’m a little shocked by that confession. “On Liam’s son? Fuck.”

Mark leans forward. “Yeah. Liam’s guys took down the two hitmen when his son’s dorm room security alarm was triggered.

He’s always got two guys on Matthew, as he should.

When they were questioned on who sent them, one of them gave up The Skinner before a bullet found its home between his eyes.

” I cock my head and nod along before he continues.

“The Skinner wants to fuck with us, plain and simple. He knows he won’t get to me, or Liam, so he will target those closest to us with less defenses.

You have to get rid of him as quickly as you can.

This job may take at least a month, and I anticipate that it won’t be easy since I don’t even have his whereabouts, but I know you can figure it out.

I’ll give you thirty for it since family is so important to me.

I trust you’ll take this case, Paxton. You’re my best and I really don’t want you on my bad side by saying no.

The last guy who denied me isn’t around any longer—this matter is personal, and I won’t accept another answer. ”

His eyes are locked on mine in a deadly stare.

One I know to take seriously. Mark’s brother isn’t as involved in the business but he and Mark are close, and I know how much he cares for his family.

I usually debate taking on work for at least a couple of hours, but I decide this time isn’t worth feigning disinterest.

I throw back the rest of my drink and nod. “I know how important this is to you Mark, so I’ll take it. But don’t threaten me again, it’s you who needs me. And don’t ever say I never did anything out of the goodness of my heart,” I wink at him before getting up to leave.

“You’re such a prick, Paxton.” He tries to hide his smirk beneath a scoff but fails. As I exit the back door, my thoughts drift back to Maeren once again.

I could go home and get to work, or I could invite her here for a few hours and try to purge her from my system for a few more days.

I haven’t seen her since she let me eat her delicious pussy, and I could really go for another taste.

If I get my fill tonight, then I’ll be good for a little while longer. That’s what I tell myself anyways.