Page 77 of Save Me
“I never got to see Grandad for the last time, Mum, and it’s because of him,” I argue bitterly, “and now I can’t even go to the funeral. My whole life has been written out for me because of him. Oliver may have always had his eyes set on me, but Dad sure as hell gave him the opportunity!”
“Ok.” Mum theatrically locks her lips and throws away the key, seemingly conceding to give up on her quest to bring us back together. “Let’s go, baby girl. Your boy should be in by now,” she whispers with a wink before trying to pull me up with her.
As we nod over at Leo and begin walking away from the fire, Bodhi comes bounding over to us like an enthusiastic Labrador chasing after a stick.
“Where are you going?” he laughs, clearly pissed as a fart and ready to begin making a fool of himself. “The party has just started!”
“I think Beth has something she needs to do back home,” Mum replies, subtly staring at him with wide eyes. To which Bodhi, in his drunken state, merely frowns in confusion before throwing his arms around the both of us. “You know, something personal, wink, wink.”
“Oh!” Bodhi says theatrically, then winks back at her with a ridiculous expression on his face. “Well Mommy Taylor can stay for a while, can’t she? I bet it would sure as hell make her personal errand a lot easier?” He then winks at me while I die of embarrassment. “What do ya say?”
“Actually, that is a good idea, Bodhi,” Mum smirks and winks at me too! “You go ahead, Beth. I’ll stay here for a couple of hours.”
“Jeez! Subtle guys!” I kiss them both on the cheek, feeling beyond embarrassed. I then walk over to Leo as quick as I can before they try to humiliate me any further. Your mother should never try speaking in code for you ‘getting it on’ with your boyfriend!
Once I’m over at Leo’s side, I explain the plan, to which he looks thoroughly confused, before shrugging and turning to take me back home.
Leo and I have got used to walking in comfortable silence with one another, and even though he works for the enemy, I feel responsible for him. I offer him a drink when we get to the front door, to which he dutifully declines, and proceeds to stand in position. I wonder if he has any family waiting for him to finish his completely ridiculous job of guarding a teenage nobody. A girl who is caught in the middle of a weird cult of crazy men who believe they rule the world and all who live in it.
“Merry Christmas, Leo,” I smile genuinely at him, “let me know if you need anything.”
“Merry Christmas, Miss Taylor.” He smiles back at me before returning to his resting bitch face expression, one they probably teach you at bodyguard school.
Once I close the door behind me, I waste no time in marching straight over to my dad’s office, almost running like an impatient child, ready to see the boy I’m in love with. My personal errand is here, ready and waiting for me, looking edible in a pair of jeans and a casual black tee. It takes us a while to drink each other in, to accept that we are both here together, alone, and without fear, all on Christmas day.
“Merry Crimbo, baby,” I whisper before practically lunging for him and wrapping my whole body around his much larger one.
“Merry Christmas,” he replies, kissing me long and hard for I don’t know how long. Admittedly, I no longer take any note of time when I’m in this state with him.
“Where’s your mom?” he whispers with a lustful edge to his voice.
“Out…” I look up at him with just as much lust in my own eyes, silently telling him we have the time and the place to do what we please. I then playfully lean up and kiss him again, moving my hand down to cup his groin, which is already hard within the palm of my hand.
“Oh, like that is it?” He grins wickedly, wrapping his hand around my hair and pulling my head back so he can kiss along the column of my neck. “I didn’t realize you only kept me around for sex!”
“Well, now you do!” I giggle playfully. Out of nowhere, he smacks my backside, causing me to gasp in mock horror. “Ow!”
“Naughty!” he whispers into my ear before biting down on my lobe. “But I’m down with that. Get upstairs so I can take you properly!”
Sneaking out into the empty hallway, I look over to where Leo’s massive outline blocks half the living room window. The only movement is his shuffling from side to side every now and then as he tries to keep watch over the ‘enemy’ who is already inside. Xander drops to his hands and knees and begins to crawl behind. When I turn to look at him, he shakes his head with a sigh, warning me not to say anything about his current position on the floor. I have to giggle, but otherwise, I keep my mouth shut and proceed to get us upstairs as quickly as possible.
Once we’re safely inside of my bedroom, we begin kissing each other frantically, with his tall physique now towering way above mine and his hand massaging my breast. His other wraps around my hair again.
“I’m going to strip you down and when you’re naked I want you to turn around for me,” he instructs with an assertive tone that excites me. He’s quick to peel off every item of clothing from me, finally making an appreciative sound from the back of his throat when my breasts fall out before him. My nipples are tight, making my arousal more than obvious. He wraps his lips around one of them, sucking and nipping it between his teeth, just as his fingers pinch at the other one. I groan as I run my hands through his hair, which feels soft and fluffy from having been washed.
Just as I begin to wrap a leg around him, he stands back, looking up and down at me with such lust it has me feeling a little nervous, but in a deliciously exciting way. He grins darkly before spinning his right index finger around in tiny circles, reminding me of his earlier instruction. I obediently turn and lean down over the bed with my chest hanging freely, just waiting to be held.
At first, nothing happens, and I begin to feel cold without him, but before he’s even touching me, I feel a heat radiating from his body, one that is unique to him. As soon as I feel his skin against mine, I know he is now naked with me. He nibbles at my shoulder while his hand reaches down to touch between my sensitive lips below, which are ridiculously wet in anticipation.
“Mm, you’re so ready for me, baby,” he mumbles against my shoulder, “and I am beyond ready for you.”
His hand moves faster between my clit and my opening, working me into a frenzy with a torrent of slick noises and erratic breathing. Eventually, his fingers are replaced with his hardness, which he rubs slowly between my clit and all the way to my back entrance. Its fleeting presence there shocks me, but he soon moves back to a place that feels so good, I almost step back to get to him quicker.
His first thrust has me clawing at the bedsheets beneath my fisted hands, while he cups my breasts softly, contrasting with the hard movements of his hips against me. We haven’t done it this way before, but it feels so good; his movements are much more powerful than usual.
At first, he pulls out slowly before slamming back into me with a groan at the end of each and every thrust. However, he soon moves his hands to my hips to anchor me as he moves harder and faster, working us up to a point of no return. When his hands move over my clit, I am soon galloping toward my euphoric edge.
“Shit, oh, God, Xander…” I hear him laughing from behind me, with his movements keeping at this punishing but oh so delicious pace.