Page 26 of Torching Vixen
“You’ve lived without out it this long. So, it doesn’t mean that fucking much to you. Leave now, or I can go knock on that door right there, and we can find out what the men have to say with you being here,” Blue retorts, now looking even more pissed.
“You were always a fucking bitch. I guess things never do change,” the bitch says, glaring around the room.
When her eyes land on me, I see a calculating look. I don’t know who this bitch is, and something about that look makes me itch. Her eyes go back to Blue before she turns to leave. I turn back to finish my game, not giving her another thought.
After beating Lo for the fourth time, I need some fresh air, “You wanna walk with me? It doesn’t seem like the guys are going to be done anytime soon.”
“No, I’m going to go take a nap,” Lo says, yawning.
I pull her into a tight hug, whispering, “It’ll all be okay. I know it!”
Lo pulls back and gives me a watery smile before turning and hurrying to her room. I go to my room, slide on my favorite pair of Vans and head out the back door to enjoy a little sunshine. I do a couple of laps around the club and then sit by the pool and just relax. I take my cover-up off and dive into the pool. I don’t know how long I’m doing laps and just swimming when a shadow falls over me. I stop, look up and see Torch standing over me.
“You still want to take a look around the property?” he asks me.
“I need to go change, and then yeah,” I say, swimming to the steps and climbing from the pool.
“Holy shit, you are fuckable,” Torch says with a long whistle.
“You’re an ass. There are a thousand other ways you could’ve said that. You know that, right?” I ask him as I wrap the towel around my body.
Torch comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my middle and pulling me back into him. I try to pull away to avoid getting him all wet, but he just growls while pulling me back. I sigh, giving up on the fight, and sag into him. Who am I kidding? Being in his arms makes me feel safe, wanted, and even cherished.
“You know, if you want to show me the property, you’re going to have to let me go so that I can change,” I finally say to him.
I don’t know for sure, but it almost sounds like I hear him say, “I’ll never let you go,” right before he starts talking. “Yeah yeah! Go get that fine ass ready. I’ll try and be good.”
“Are you ever good?” I throw over my shoulder as I walk toward the clubhouse.
As soon as I make it through the door, I’m scooped up from behind. I can’t stop the scream from leaving my throat as my feet leave the ground. I squeal again when he starts tickling my sides.
“Stop, please stop. I’ll pee on you! Stop please!” Torch never misses a step as he carries me to his room, chuckling the whole way.
Fucker.
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Torch
Icarry a laughing and wiggling Vixen to our room so she can get ready to show her where I grew up. Church didn’t exactly turn out like we wanted, but we are meeting again in twenty-four hours to talk some more and hopefully have more fucking information. This afternoon though, I’m going to spend time with Vixen because she is mine and not going anywhere as far as I’m concerned. I make it to our room and place Vixen on the bed.
“No, don’t fucking do that. The bed will get all wet, and then we’ll have to do laundry before we can sleep,” Vixen says, trying to get off the bed.
“I’ll just call in one of the girls around the club to do it for us while we are out,” I reply as I pull my shirt over my head.
Vixen doesn’t say anything, so I turn to her, and the look on her face makes me take a step back. What the fuck? I think back to what I just said. The girls have done that I don’t know how many times. I mean, shit, that’s part of how they get to fucking stay at the fucking club.
“You wanna say that one more time?” she asks with such a chill in her voice, I swear to Christ I can see my breath.
“I’ll get one of the girls around the club to do it?”
“You want to let one of your little hoes wash the sheets that I’m going to be fucking sleeping on?” she queries, getting even more upset.
“What’s….” I start to ask but stop when the storm in Vixen’s eyes turn nuclear.
“I am not letting some girl I don’t know, much less know if you’ve slept with her, into this room with all my shit and fuck with the bed I sleep in. Do you know what they can and will do?”
“They wouldn’t do anything. They know that if they fucked with shit in my room or my fucking bed, they would be out on their asses,” I retort with a shrug, still not seeing the issue.
