The Order of the Cronus Series, page 58
Her black eyes narrowed, so I removed my hand. I didn’t need to get kneed in the balls. It was still early as far as I was concerned. I still had the rest of the night to finish proving my point.
“I’ll concede that we have a lot to talk about, Fox,” she replied, her voice barely controlled. “However, Saxton will always be off-limits.”
“Kinc-”
“No,” she snapped. “I know you have a lot of questions where he and I are concerned, considering-”
“Considering the fact that you never told me a fucking thing about him?” I snapped back.
“Saxton is off-limits,” she repeated. “I won’t tell you again.” Kincaid straightened her spine, a move I knew all too well. She was gearing up for battle. “If you have any…hope of…us working something out, then that’s the most important thing that you need understand, Fox. Saxton is off-limits. Saxton will always be off-limits.”
“So, I’m just supposed to be okay with you running off to another guy whenever life gets too hard?” I spat, never realizing just how resentful I was feeling about that. It didn’t matter that Saxton’s already told me that they’ve been best friends since the second grade. This was a new development for me because she’d never mentioned him before.
“Yes,” she fired back. “Just how his wife is okay with me running to him whenever I need him. Just how his wife is okay with him running to me whenever he needs me, too.”
“Saxton and I weren’t roommates for two fucking years,” I reminder her. “Up until the initiation, we’d been passing acquaintances, at best.”
“Well, I don’t give a fuck,” she fired back, her voice rising with anger. “Saxton is my person, and I will never give him up for anyone. If you’ve never believed a word I’ve said before, you better believe that, Fox. Saxton is…irreplaceable in my life.”
Jealousy was an ugly thing, but so was insecurity, and I was punching that two-ticket combo right now. Now, did I believe something was going on between Saxton and Kincaid? No. Even not knowing Saxton Voss that well, the dude was pure integrity. He’d never cheat on his wife, and he’d never put his wife in the position where she’d have to entertain and accept a girl that he’s slept with in the past. Kincaid wasn’t vile like that, either.
So, I believed that they were only friends. I believed that they’ve never been anything more. It wasn’t sexual jealousy that was tearing at my insides, it was worse. Saxton had Kincaid’s unwavering loyalty and trust, and I had neither of those things. I had her body, maybe even her love, but Kincaid wasn’t an emotional person. If she were, then she would value love over trust, but she wasn’t, so she didn’t.
My hand reached up and slid around her neck. She closed her eyes and showed her weakness. However, that didn’t mean shit, because my weakness for her was just as strong as her weakness for me.
Leaning down, my lips touched hers, her mouth opening for mine. “By the time that I’m done with you, I’ll be the first man you want to run to, even if I’m not the only,” I vowed.
“Fox-”
“I’m taking you home with me, Kincaid,” I told her. “However, this time, I’m going to make sure you’re so wrecked that those legs of yours are incapable of helping you out of my bed.”
For the second time in just as many weeks, I tossed Kincaid Black over my shoulder, then carried her out of another party.
And, again, everyone knew better than to record us.
Chapter 18
Kincaid~
It felt weird waking up in Fox’s bed, his condo familiar, but not really. I mean, everything still looked the same, but I hadn’t been here in so long that I no longer felt the comfortability that I once had.
After Fox had carried me out of the party last night, the guy had stayed true to his word, and he’d kept me up all night, using me until my body was incapable of escaping. Granted, I’d been beyond wanting to escape last night, but still.
However, this particular morning-after was going to be awkward for different reasons that most morning-afters. I didn’t want to slink away in shame because I thought the cute guy I’d gone home with the night before might think I was a slut. Fox didn’t want to rudely push me out the door because he thought I was going to turn into some clingy bitch.
Nope.
We were way more fucked-up than that.
Crawling out of bed, I wasn’t too concerned about Fox’s whole I-better-not-wake-up-alone speech. The man had ears. If he woke up while I was in the shower, then he could join me or wait for me. I was too exhausted to care which right now.
Making my way to Fox’s closet, I grabbed a shirt since I didn’t have any clean clothes of my own here, then I grabbed two towels out of the linen closet, finally entering the bathroom, ready to wash all the dirty things Fox did to me last night off my body.
I adjusted the water to as hot as I could stand it, then let the power jets from the showerhead beat on my sore muscles. If there’d been a tub with power jets, I would have lined my vagina up with one and let it massage that little lady because she was sore as hell.
After a few minutes of just enjoying the heat, I grabbed Fox’s shampoo bottle, not having much choice. My hair was long enough that if I didn’t wash or brush it daily, it would become a tangle mess. So tangled that I’d probably have to take scissors to it.
Next was the conditioner, and while I let that set, I grabbed his bodywash, then cleaned myself up. It was either smell like his bodywash or smell like his cum, and the latter was too distracting for my piece of mind. Granted, smelling like is bodywash was only a slightly safer option.
I tipped my head back under the showerhead, I worked the conditioner through my hair with my fingers, feeling confident that the condition did its job. As the last of it was washing away, I heard the door to the bathroom open, and I couldn’t help but smirk.
“You’re lucky this is where you are,” Fox said just as he slid the glass door to the shower open.
I opened my eyes, and the sight before me was a very sexy one, for sure. “Did you expect me to spend the day covered in your cum?”
Those hazel eyes of his narrowed, and it wasn’t in annoyance or anger. “What makes you think I would mind?”
I arched a brow. “Club any females on their head and drag them to your cave lately?”
“Only you,” he replied without missing a beat.
I stepped out from under the showerhead to let him take advantage of the hot water. “I’m stealing some of your clothes,” I informed him. “You ruined my top last night.”
His arm snaked out, pulling me with him under the water. “It’s Saturday,” he said. “Did you honestly think I was going to let you out of my bed when we have nothing obligatory today?”
“Fox-”
“No, Kincaid,” he said, interrupting me. “I told you to be sure.”
I pushed at his chest. “Jesus Christ, Fox,” I bit out. “We haven’t even had breakfast yet. Can the fighting wait?”
“Who the fuck is fighting?” he asked.
It was too early for this shit.
It really was.
“I’m going to get dressed,” I told him. “Then I’m going home because that’s where I live, Fox.”
Just as I turned to walk out of the shower, I felt his hand grabbed the back of my neck, then pull me back. Slamming up against the tiled wall, he looked like a wet avenging god, towering over me. His eyes were sharp and serious. Even as pissed off as he looked, Fox was still so gorgeous that it hurt to look at him sometimes. It wasn’t just about his face and body, either. It was his intelligence and the way he carried himself that made the entire package worth selling your soul for.
“You don’t get to do that, Kincaid,” he hissed down at me, his jaw clenched and his eyes hard. “You lost the right to just come and go when you dumped me with a lie vicious enough to force me to let you go. I’ll give you the freedom to do whatever the fuck it is you want, except for that.”
I could feel my eyes widened in absolute astonishment.
He was serious.
“Are you insane?” I choked out. “Are you seriously saying that I have to ask permission to go home? That I need permission to leave your place?”
“You need permission to leave me,” he corrected, and the pain that slammed through my chest was swift, debilitating, and very real.
I did this.
I’d done this to him.
Though I still stood by my reasons, I was the one who had ruined everything.
Ruined him.
I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what to say because there really wasn’t anything to say to that. I had broken Fox’s heart badly enough that sensible reason no longer existed between us. He was making impossible demands, but how could I refuse him? Especially, when the worst was still yet to come.
“Fox-”
“Don’t, Kincaid,” he growled. “Just don’t.”
Even I knew at this point that words weren’t going to cut it. People who’ve been hurt didn’t need words or sweet platitudes. They needed actions. They needed to see that things were different. They needed to believe that things were different.
I reached out, my fingertips dancing over his six-pack abs. The water sluicing down his ripped body making him look sexier than he already was. When I reached that sweet torture hanging heavy between his legs, it didn’t take long before it was rising, hard, soft, and wet in my hand.
Sinking to my knees, I had no idea if he could see the remorse in my eyes, but I never broke eye contact as I knelt in front of him, the water still warm all around us.
When I leaned in and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, Fox closed his eyes, threw his head back, and let out a symphony of moans. I wasted no time in taking him as deeply as I could. I used my hand, my lips, my tongue, even my whimpers of pleasure to make this man feel good. We been taking and giving all night long, but this time was for him, and him alone. This time, I needed to be the one to give whatever it was that he needed.
One hand slapped the tiled while the other hand found its way to the back of my head. “That’s it, baby,” he hissed. “Suck that cock.”
I worked him with everything that I knew about him. Three years hadn’t been enough to rid the memories. I knew exactly how he liked his dick sucked. I knew exactly what it took to push him over the edge. I knew where to flick my tongue, and I knew just the perfect amount of suction he preferred.
Soon, he wasn’t praising me anymore. Instead, he was warning me, though he didn’t need to. I’d already felt the head of his cock expanding with its impending release.
“I’m going to cum, baby,” he panted above me. “I’m going to shoot down your throat.”
I planted my hands on his thighs, and I let him fuck my mouth until the first rope of cum hit the roof of my mouth. I did my best to capture every drop, and Fox showed me no mercy, even after hearing me gag against his length. It seemed to go on forever, but it couldn’t have been more than a minute.
When he finally began to soften in my mouth, Fox finally pulled away, his chest heaving with the pressure of his release, and my chest heaving with emotion.
Reaching down, he grabbed me by the back of my neck again, hauled me to my feet, then slammed his lips down on mine. Though I’d finished swallowing him completely, Fox wasn’t shy about getting filthy. It didn’t bother him one bit that he’d just cum inside my mouth.
Breaking off the kiss, he looked down at me, anger still reflected in those multi-colored crystals of his. “I’ll follow you home after we get dressed,” he stated simply, ignoring the huge emotional wall between us.
“And then?”
“And then we’re going to spend the rest of the day fucking in your bed,” he practically snarled, and he was out of the shower before I could remark on what he’d just said.
I was pretty sure that one of us was going to end up killing the other.
Chapter 19
Fox~
As much as my mind and body had wanted to fuck Kincaid all day long, reality had made it an impossibility. Unless you were a conditioned porn star, a woman’s body could only take so much. Plus, I was fucking Kincaid faster than I was producing sperm, so I-quite literally-had nothing left to give her.
When we’d gotten back to her place, it’d been more of the same. However, instead of just fucking her in her bed, I imprinted myself all over her condo. We fucked on the couch, the floor, the kitchen counter, up against two different walls, her bed, the shower, the bathroom counter…we had re-christened the whole damn place.
Again, jealousy and insecurity were a motherfucker.
It hadn’t been until after the shower that I had received a text from Stone for a meeting. His PI had come through, and the information couldn’t wait. So, having packed some clothes, toiletries, and whatever other shit I was going to need to spend the weekend at Kincaid’s, I’d gotten showered and dressed, then headed over to Stone’s.
Now we were all gathered, Rylee at Saxton’s with Sutton and Hastings. Elias was turning out to be a solid decision, and the guy was good. Of course, he probably knew that Stone would kill him if anything happened to Rylee, so there was that.
“So, what’s the verdict?” I asked once we were all settled in Stone’s living room. “By the way, should we be concerned about Lennox showing up?”
“Nah,” Stone replied. “He’s at Debra’s tonight.”
“Okay, so what’s the big news?” Ross echoed.
“Alexander is sleeping with August’s dad,” Stone announced, shutting the entire room up.
After a solid minute of shocked silence, Saxton finally spoke. “Uh…what?”
Stone gestured to a folder lying on the coffee table in front of him. He and Saxton were sitting on the couch while Ross and I had chosen the armchairs. “It’s all in there,” he said. “Pictures included.”
“Holy shit,” Ross muttered. “I mean…holy shit.”
Saxton reached for the folder while I leaned back in my seat. “Well, I guess now we know why August was getting away with murder,” I surmised. “That’s a hell of a secret.”
“Unfortunately, it’s not even the cheating that’s the problem,” Ross remarked. “These guys have mistresses up the ass. However, they’ve all been mistresses, as far as I know. Husbands from two prominent families fucking each other? Yeah, I can see where that might be a problem.”
“No shit,” Saxton mumbled in agreement as he flipped through Donald Remington’s file.
“Plus, considering that my father is homophobic enough to disown his youngest son, it’s probably safe to say that a lot of the older members probably have some prejudices themselves,” Ross added. “This scandal has the potential to fuck them all up.”
“Almost everyone over the age of fifty has some sort of homegrown phobia or another,” Stone agreed. “I could see where this might be a huge problem.” He leaned back against the couch. “Plus, you got that whole woman-scorned shit to deal with, too. Even if they can’t expose the organization’s secrets without destroying themselves, that’s a lot of wealth to fight over during the divorce.”
Saxton handed the file over to Ross, a look of disbelief on his face. “It’s all in there,” he said. “Christ eating a noodle, that’s some crazy shit.”
“So, in light of what we’ve just learned, is it safe to assume that Alexander was just giving us some lip service when he said he’d write up his report on August?” I asked.
Stone grunted. “The fucker.”
Saxton ran his hands through his black hair, and it wasn’t lost on me how it was the same shade as Kincaid’s. As if their close friendship wasn’t enough. “Seems like he’s fucked either way,” Saxton said. “Either he gets outed by August or us.”
“Not necessarily,” I remarked. “It comes down to whether Alexander actually believes that August would rat him out. After all, he can’t ruin Alexander without ruining his own father. When push comes to shove, would August risk everything? Even his own future?” I shrugged. “August has to know that The Order will revoke his membership over a scandal this huge.” I looked at each man. “I think Alexander will recognize us as the bigger threat. This fallout won’t affect us.”
Saxton cocked his head, regarding me a bit. “What if it did, though?” he asked.
“What do you mean?” I asked back. “These aren’t our families. None of us have done anything to hurt or embarrass the organization.”
“True,” Saxton conceded. “However, let’s just say that…they scrap our entire initiating class. Kind of like…erasing us would erase the scandal from their books. What would you do?”
There was something behind what he was asking, and I’d bet my left nut that his question had more to do with whatever fucked-up shit he and Kincaid were into than The Order. “I have two arms, two legs, a functioning brain, and billions of dollars at my disposal,” I reminded him. “If the organization were to void our entire class, I’d just go on to accomplish my goals without them. Will it be harder? Sure. However, hard has never scared me.”
“Same here,” Stone chimed in. “Besides, now that I have Rylee, the rest of it is white noise. I have no doubt that I can still do what I’ve set out to do without the organizations help, but even if I end up living in a cardboard box, as long as Rylee’s with me, I really don’t give a fuck.”
It was weird to hear someone like Stone Lexington talk about his feelings. Out of all of us, he was the most volatile. Stone was mean, aggressive, and confrontational. He was the Pit Bull out of the group, so his candidness was an astonishing difference to his usual character.
“Same here,” Ross added, passing me the folder. “We’re not exactly starving, struggling, broke artists trying to make it on Broadway. Our families are too wealthy and too prominent to let us fail. The Order’s help has always just been a bonus.”
