Chapter Ninetee

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Kouvr

Cyrus pulled up to a gorgeous home, bigger than I’d seen before. My lips parted as he parked inside a large garage with multiple other cars.

My door was opened before I could even think of opening it. I was amazed by the row of fast sports cars a few cars down. I stood, looking up at Theon, who opened my door.

“Thank you,” I told him.

Cyrus got out, rounding the car and grabbing the bags. Theon led the way inside the house, and I followed like a lost little puppy. The door off to the left of the garage instantly opened to a washing room with two top-and-bottom washers and dryers.

Usually, two men didn’t need two washer and dryers…

The next door opened to a wide open, beautiful kitchen, where Kyree ate a sandwich. His eyes moved to the open door, chewing slowly down. He looked comfortable in pj pants and a tank top. Tattoos covered his muscular arms.

“I eat when I’m stressed,” he defended, swallowing. “Are you okay?”

I nodded.

He sighed, and when I was close enough, he embraced me. This time, the hug was less stiff. I grabbed his hips, melting into his citrusy smell. “Are you hungry?”

At the mention of food, my stomach growled. “Very.” I had been dealing with the vlog and the intruder, making it almost ten at night. I fully planned on eating leftovers, but now I was unable to because they're in my fridge’s apartment.

“Anything you want? Maybe I could make some relatively close?” he asked.

I looked at his hot sandwich, which looked and smelt delicious. “I’ll have what you're having.”

“Me three!” Theon joined.

Kyree glared at him but rolled his eyes. I had a feeling that he would make his friend food, even after looking annoyed.

“I’ll show you your room,” Cyrus said, grabbing my bags and moving from the kitchen.

I waved to the guys as I followed him through the beautiful modern dining room, massive living room then up the stairs. My eyes took everything in, noticing that their house was modeled well but there weren’t a lot of photos on the wall. Up a spiral staircase, there was a hall with a few doors on either side. My door was the first room to the right.

The room was beautiful, though bare, like the rest of the house. It had the typical bed, dresser, two doors on the left side and a small desk. Their furniture was modern and beautiful, better than mine at home.

“Thank you, Cyrus,” I said as he set my bags down.

His eyes met mine, and he closed some space between us. “Just so you know. You are welcome to stay as long as you need to or until you can figure out the whole stalker thing.”

I sighed. “I just moved because of a stalker. It would suck to have to do this all over again. Then what if they just find me again and-”

“Shh. It’s going to be okay.” Cyrus rubbed up and down my arms. “Don’t even worry about it right now. You are going to eat and relax, and then tomorrow you will vlog.”

I let out another sigh. “Yeah, you’re right. Fans loved the first vlog. They love you guys.”

“I know. I was looking at the comments and stuff. Already at twenty thousand views.”

My eyes scanned his face. This almost felt unreal. Being in the same house as them. But that view count seemed the most unreal. I just returned, not fully expecting that many viewers so quickly.

“Let’s get you some food. I have a few things to do, so I’ll catch up with you,” he said, kissing my forehead. “Can you get back to the kitchen?”

I nodded, and we split up, him moving to the door next to mine. Moving towards the kitchen, I smelt what Kyree had been making.

Zelos

My fist cracked against D’s face, almost wiping the sadistic smile off his face.

Cyrus grabbed the front of his t-shirt, having just arrived.

Kyree and I caught D walking into the house like he hadn’t just terrified Kouvr. And then we put him in handcuffs to an exposed pipe in his creepy ass room. Back against the wall, he was smiling, blood running down his chin.

“You scared her,” Cyrus snapped.

D shrugged. Fear was D’s turn on, always loving the adrenaline and rush of emotions he created. Sick fuck.

Cyrus punched him across the face, his head jerking to the side.

But the smile never faded. “Are you guys done? Let me see my girl.”

My eyes narrowed. He was the only person I didn’t like sharing with, and I didn’t know that until he wanted her. Because he and I never shared. Never wanted to. “You’re gonna stay right here, and you don’t get to see her until after tomorrow’s vlog.”

His smile finally dropped.

Fuck, that was satisfying.

“What?!” His eyes bounced to Cyrus.

Cyrus stood up straight. “You’ve been going too far. Fucking with our game. Her vlogs!”

He pulled on the handcuffs, and to be honest, I wasn’t sure they could hold him much longer. He was an escape artist, having launched himself from police flying cars almost ten times. He would and could break his thumb to get out of cuffs and I’d seen him do it. “Because you’re withholding me from her. She’s mine too!”

“You keep fucking with the original plan, D. One that happened before your obsession,” I snapped.

D let out a laugh, looking right at me. “Mine? How about yours, loverboy? How many years has it fucking been? Ten? Fifteen.”

My knuckles connected with his face again, shoulders expanding as I stood. “You’re very unstable, D.”

“Me?! What about Ree or Rus?” Blood was coating his teeth, eyes bouncing between us. “You can’t keep her from me. I love her.”

“Then calm yourself down. You scared her, and you could care less.”

He paused for a second, lips closing. “You’re keeping her to yourselves, aren’t you?”

Cyrus shook his head, crouching. “Not at all. Her vlog is very important to her. She needs this as much as we do. We appreciate everything you’ve done for us. Now let us pay you back and these vlogs are the answer.”

D swallowed. I could see their soft spots for each other, which clouded their judgment. But Cyrus wasn’t far off with his statement. D had done ten times more for us than anyone in this whole world, and he was only Cyrus’s older brother. I know we all felt like we owed him.

Though I doubted he’d take a dime from us.

“I love her.” His eyes watered, and he looked away.

And I believed the crazy, sick fuck.

“I just want to hold her.”

I wanted to gag.

Crack! His now free hand reached out for Cyrus’s throat. His thumb was broken, bent inward.

Cyrus stumbled as D reeled back a fist.

Quickly, I pulled the needle out of my pocket, jabbed it into his thick shoulder, and pushed down the plunge.

“Uh,” D paused, then he elbowed me right in the right eye.

I stumbled back, grabbing my face. Pain lightened through my skull.

D stumbled back, unstable on his feet. “What… the fuck did…” he hit the floor like a bag of flour.

“How much did you give him?”

“Enough,” I answered, standing up straight. I glanced at a broken mirror in his room, seeing black already ringing around my eye. I was glad I had thought of bringing the sedative for him. “Fucker.”

Kyree

Kouvr moaned when she ate my hot bacon grilled chicken sandwich. Some mayo dripped from the corner of her lip, but her tongue quickly licked it up.

My cock hardened right against my pjs. I licked my lips.

Her brown eyes met mine, and she covered her mouth. “Sorry. It’s so good.”

“This is a compliment,” I said, and it genuinely was. Though it turned me on, I loved that she was enjoying something as simple as a hot sandwich recipe.

She nodded. “Do you normally cook?”

I nodded. “And bake.”

Her eyes almost widened. I swear the easiest way to a woman’s heart was with food. What’s a better love language than getting sweets or fresh cooked meals from someone? She took another bite, eyes closing.

My mouth parted, watching as her jaw chewed the food I made for her. My chest started to speed up as she swallowed with a moan. My eyes looked away before she could catch me staring.

Theon was doing his best not to laugh at me. He had seen one too many times how I’d reacted to her eating. It was ten times worse when it was actually my food.

Turning, I leaned my back against the counter, cock hard and standing in front of me. I’ve dreamed of this one too many times, just her eating and enjoying my food.

“Are you okay?” Her innocent voice asked behind me. But it felt like she knew everything, even this dirty little kink I had. I knew everything about hers.

“Yes,” I answered as calmly I could, moving to the fridge and pretending to look for something. I loved her being here, but I didn’t realize how awkward I was going to have to be. I didn’t want her to see this hard-on I got over her eating my food.

Flashes of her noises and face of pleasure ran through my head as she enjoyed it. Yep, I was keeping those in my head for later.

“Would you like,” I started, head almost going blank between those images in my head. “Any fruit or chips or anything?”

“You guys just have fruit lying around?”

I grabbed one of our meal prep containers and showed her the huge fruit salad we had made.

“Oh my god. Please!” She sat up straight, and I couldn’t help but smile.

I served two bowls, then paused. “Theon?”

“Yes, please. I thought that one was mine,” he said, and that was why I asked.

“I’m not your mother,” I muttered, making him a bowl, then serving them for each of us before returning the big bowl to the fridge.

“So, you’re okay with serving me but not him?” Kouvr giggled.

“I feed him every day. It’s not every day I feed you.”

Her mouth closed, pulling the fruit bowl closer. A smile was on her lips as she ate a mango. Her eyes closed, and I could tell she was holding back a moan.

“Be loud, baby,” I muttered, leaning against the island. I couldn’t and didn’t want to hold back anymore.

She stopped chewing, eyes looking up at me.

“I didn’t grow the fruit, Zelos did,” I started, rounding the island and sitting next to her. “But you are allowed to be as loud as you want.”

Her lips parted and I took this opportunity to pick up a piece of watermelon and held it out to her on the fork. She leaned in, and I gulped. I almost thought I was going too far.

She took the piece, lips on my fork, and then she pulled back with a sigh, eating it.

I watched, cock getting hard again, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

Once she swallowed, she opened her mouth for another one.

A noise escaped me as I looked down to get her a kiwi piece. Then I did the same and watched as she took it from my fork. This time, her eyes were deadlocked on mine.

“Mhm,” she moaned. “What was that?”

“Kiwi,” I said softly.

Her eyes bounced down my body, and I didn’t have to look down to know I was extremely hard for her.

I grabbed a pineapple piece I knew these were at their ripest, being the sweetest and most amazing pineapples I’ve tasted.

She took it, eyes locking on mine again. The moment she bit into it, she moaned.

My eyes closed and I whispered, “fuck.” My head was spinning. When was the last time I’ve cum? I was saving it for her and have been for the last months.

I felt fingers against my hips and I opened my eyes to see her hand at my waistband. “Can I have more?”

My cock twitched. “Say please.”

“Can I have more, please, Kyree?” she added my name, and suddenly, I wanted those moans to be strictly for me. Not the fruit.