Chapter Twenty-Four

Darius

I push my shorts down my legs, allowing my cock to spring free. Immediately her eyes zero in on it. It’s been driving me crazy watching her check out the guys all week, jealousy reared its ugly head when I would find her staring at Beck. I’ve held myself back from touching her because I was scared that I would scare her or cause her to have a flashback. She didn’t make it fucking easy! Tonight, the little show she put on nearly had me going crazy watching her prance around in that little yellow two-piece that barely covered anything.

I move forward and slowly lower myself on top of her, placing my hands on either side of her head before slowly lowering to my elbows. We’ve had sex plenty of times but the last time wasn’t good between us. I need to make up for that. She rakes her nails down my back sending a shiver trailing down my spine and has a proud smile gracing her beautiful face. I kiss her, loving the way one kiss from me has her melting. I grind my cock into her, forcing a gasp from her. I refuse to allow her to break the kiss, swallowing her moan when I do it again. I can feel her arousal all over my cock as I slide it through her folds. She whimpers into my mouth and digs her nails into my sides. I relish in the pain.

I allow her to break the kiss. “Please.” The way she says that one word with so much necessity has me caving and abandoning my plans on drawing this out and making her beg. I grip her face between my hands and splay my fingers wide, brushing the tops of my thumbs over her lips, then I slowly ease inside her. The second the head of my cock breaches her entrance her eyes begin to glaze over. I keep pushing inside her slowly, wanting to savor this moment and the feeling of being inside her. It’s a feeling I’ll never take for granted again.

I thrust in and out of her slowly while maintaining eye contact the entire time. I’ve never wanted to look at anyone but her while having sex. I love the way her mouth parts as a small moan slips free or the way her eyes turn glassy when I hit that sweet spot inside her. I just love looking at her, knowing that I’m the one bringing her this pleasure. I’m the only one who gets to bring her to this apex of a high that has her breaking apart beneath me, yet trusting me enough to allow me to do it.

“Darius, just like that.” Her voice is raspy, her face slightly scrunched as I continue to push in and out of her, loving the way her pussy grips my cock, trying to keep me inside her. “I need more,” she cries. I release my hold on her face as I grip her under her arms and pull her up as I rest back on my haunches. She lowers slowly down on my cock moaning. She runs her fingers through my hair before kissing me. I run my hands down her back, gripping the globes of her ass in my hands. She moans into my mouth and I pull my hand back and spank her ass. She jolts in my hold. Her eyes are wide with shock, but before she can think too much, I do it again but this time she cries out in pleasure. Fuck.

I grip her ass and hold her in place as I fuck her. I tried to give her slow and passionate but that’s just not us. Leah and I love to fuck. She loves it hard, rough and dirty, just like me. The harder I slam inside her the louder her cries grow. She locks her arms around my neck as she throws her head back, screaming. I lean forward and bite down on the soft flesh between her neck and shoulder, sucking it into my mouth making sure to leave my mark on her.

“Oh my God, don’t stop!” she screams. I know without a doubt everyone in the house can hear her and I fucking love them knowing that she’s mine and it’s my cock she’s about to come on.

“Come for me, Goldie,” I grit out. My command is her undoing.

“Darius!” she cries out as her pussy walls clamp down on my cock, and shudders roll through her. I’m too far gone to bring her down gently. I slam inside her harder than before, chasing my own release. I continue to pound in and out of her, loving the screams that tear out of her. She slams her mouth against mine, swallowing my moans and as I come inside her, a tremor races through my body the moment I stop moving. She breaks the kiss, resting her forehead against mine. We’re both breathing fast and coated in a sheen of sweat. “We are so back together, just in case that wasn’t clear.”

I laugh then plant a quick peck to her lips before turning us and lying flat on my back with her on top and my cock still inside her. “We were always back together.” She leans forward and crosses her arms over my chest before resting her chin atop them and staring down at me. I wrap my arms around her back and hold her here.

“You chased my buzz away,” she says, then giggles. I’ll never tire of hearing the sound of her laughter.

“You gave me a buzz.” She rolls her eyes.

“Bet you say that to all the girls,” she jokes.

“Nah, baby, only you. There was never anyone else for me but you.” Her face softens.

“So, does that mean I can officially call you my boyfriend?”

I smile, we’ve never officially had a title before. “Yeah, Goldie, shits real this time.” She smirks, and then places a chaste kiss to my lips before leaning back and forcing a groan from me when she shifts causing my cock to move inside her.

“Well, as my boyfriend, I order you to make your girlfriend a grilled cheese, put a movie on in the lounge and then eat me out under the blanket.” I choke on fucking air. She shoots me a wink as she slides off me and walks her naked ass into the bathroom.

Her wish was my command. I sit on one end of the sofa with her feet on my lap while she lays back watching Wednesday and eats her grilled cheese. I never thought I would ever see my weekend spent like this, not with her and especially not with Corvin in the same house. I hear someone coming down the stairs and lean my head back to see Katie and her duo. She’s wearing one of their shirts, her blonde hair is a fucking mess.

“Well fucked?” I ask the moment they spot us on the couch. Saint and Crue laugh, high fiving each other over Katie’s head. Katie just turns a bright shade of red and ducks her head. Leah sits up and peers over the back of the sofa.

“Bitch, get your ass over here and spill the deets.” I squeeze the shit out of her ankle.

“Ouch!” she yelps as she shoots me a dirty look.

“Sitting right fucking here!” I growl. She rolls her eyes.

“And you guys don’t sit around talking about our asses and tits?” she sass’s.

“No.”

“Fuck no!”

“Nope,” Saint, Crue and I all reply in unison, her jaw slackens as she looks from me to them.

“Seriously?” Katie asks.

Crue nods. “No guy wants another guy to know what his girl looks like naked. Would you want another girl knowing what mine and Saint’s dicks looked like?”

“Oh shit,” Leah breathes out, garnering the three of their attention. She smiles at her friend who looks distraught which confuses the fuck out of me.

“Not a freaking word!” Katie warns. Leah laughs and pretends to zip her lips and throw away the key.

“What the fuck was that?” Saint asks. I shrug as I look to Leah who looks like she is about to burst if she doesn’t spit whatever it is out.

“Don’t do it,” Katie says in a stern voice, now I have to know. I run my hand up my girl’s legs suggestively.

“I’ll make you come.” Four little words and she spills the beans just like I knew she would.

“Fine! That was the first time one of them has admitted that they’re all sleeping together,” she says it all so fast she’s breathless and gasping for air.

“Uh, babe, everyone knew they were,” I say.

She rolls her eyes. “Men, it’s not official until it’s said aloud, duh.” The sound of a door opening upstairs draws all our attention to Corvin and Cody making their way downstairs. Corv is wearing a pair of shorts and Cody is in one of his shirts, red faced and smirking. They just fucked for sure. “That’s nasty,” Leah says the second she spots her brother. He shoots her a glare.

“I can’t even look at you,” he says in disgust, forcing me to turn away so he can’t see my smile.

“Uh, why?” she asks, genuinely confused.

“Seriously?” Corvin snaps as he makes his way toward the other sofa with the rest of the crew following him. Cody drops down beside him while Saint, Crue and Katie take the bean bags. Leah looks to me. I take pity on my girl and lean over toward her to whisper.

“You were screaming my name loud enough for the neighbors to hear.” I expect her to blush, cover her face or run from the room but what I don’t expect is for her to laugh and point at her brother.

“Payback, fucker,” she says through her laughter, which just causes everyone but Corvin to laugh along with her.

“Next ball I throw is aimed right at your dick, asshole,” he spits at me, causing us all to laugh harder. Fuck, this feels good to be able to laugh with him and have no secrets between us. We all settle into comfortable silence as we watch the stupid show the girls all seem to enjoy. Beck comes ambling into the room halfway through the first episode. Leah sits up and pats the spot beside her. He drops down, smiling at her. She switches around so her feet are on his lap and her head rests on mine.

Good call, baby , I think to myself. If her head had of been on his lap, I would have smacked her ass right here in front of everyone. By the time the third episode rolls around, Leah is fast asleep and Cody is crashed out, snuggled into Corvin’s side. I look down at the three on the floor and see Katie sleeping in Saint’s arms while holding Crue’s hand.

“I kind of feel bad,” Corvin says to no one in particular.

“About what?” Crue asks.

“Beck’s the only one not getting any action.” I snort out a laugh and try to mask it by coughing. “I mean, Nathan is asleep upstairs,” Corvin tacks on, earning a dry stare from Beck.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m still sated from my recent action with Darius and a certain someone.” The smile drops straight off Corvin’s face, I’ll admit I have to fight to keep from laughing because Beck just bummed Corvin right the fuck out.

“Dick move, asshole,” Corv mutters. Saint grabs the remote and switches the channel. The rest of us mutter our thanks. The only reason I watch that shit is because of Leah. Saint pauses his channel surfing when we spot a picture of Garrett being displayed on the news.

“Turn it up,” Beck orders.

‘Local homicide case has now been closed. Police have arrested the culprit who will be remanded in custody awaiting trial early next week. Garrett Jones family have said they don’t understand how this could have happened, their son was loved and adored amongst his peers.’ All of us mutter about how full of shit they are. Garrett wasn’t liked by anyone. ‘It’s shocked the entire community to find out–’ The reporter stops speaking and presses on the earpiece in her ear, her eyes widen a second before she faces the camera again. ‘I’ve just been notified of the identity of the alleged suspect. ’ My eyes pop open so wide that they begin to water when a picture of Victor is plastered on the screen . ‘Business mogul, Victor Hayes is now in police custody. Casey is live outside the station, over to you Casey.’

Another woman appears on camera out in front of the local police station where we can see Victor in handcuffs being led inside by four officers. ‘Yes, Maddie. I’m here as officers lead Victor Hayes inside to process him. We have been informed that an eyewitness came forward with video evidence of Mr. Hayes at the site where Garrett Jones’s remains were located. Police also found other evidence linking Mr. Hayes to the murder–’

Saint puts the TV on mute, cutting off whatever else the reporter had to say. I sit here staring at the TV but not really seeing anything as my mind reels with what I just learned. Victor is going to jail for Garrett’s murder. Victor was nowhere near that frat house last week.

“Darius!” I shake my head and turn to Corvin who looks slightly concerned. “You good?” I don’t know how the hell I’m supposed to answer that. Do I care that he’s in jail? I think about that for a second… No, I don’t care what happens to that piece of shit but how the hell did he get convicted?

“Say something,” Saint urges me.

“I don’t know what to say,” I utter quietly. I can feel all their gazes on me and something inside me says there is one person responsible for this. Slowly I turn to face Beckett, who has a blank stare plastered on his face. “How?”

“This would be the part where I tell you that you have plausible deniability and would recommend that you are better off not knowing the details. All you need to know is he won’t be getting out, nothing leads back to us and we’re all in the clear to carry on living our lives.” I see Beckett in a whole new light. We may not know everything about him or his past but he’s proven time and time again that he’s got all our backs. I nod before turning back to Corvin. I know the truth but I just need to hear him say it.

“He wasn’t dead when you got back there, was he?” Corv cuts a glance to Saint and Crue before looking back to me.

“It makes no difference. Leah’s safe and we have nothing to worry about, like Beck said. We never mention it again or ever speak about it. We leave it in the past and move on.”