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“Shit, I can’t believe I’m doing this while I’m at work. This isn’t me.”
“It is now. Are you going to come for me, Dex?”
“Fuck, yeah. I’m so close.”
“Pretend it’s me with my mouth on you. Pretend you’re fucking my face, your dick shoved down my throat.”
I could hear his panted breaths, the hitch in his voice before a long moan vibrated through the phone.
“That’s it, darlin’. Milk it all out. Give me every last drop.”
Picturing Dexen coming, hearing his whimper when it became too much, imagining his hand covered in cum, it was enough to send me over the edge. Cum splashed my stomach and chest as I worked my dick, calling out his name when I came.
We were nothing more than labored breaths on the phone for a few minutes. Simply taking comfort in the fact even though we weren’t together, we still were. We’d gotten off, made ourselves feel good.
“JJ’s going to be pissed you didn’t wait for him,” Dexen finally said.
“I’ll deep throat him when he gets here to make up for it.”
He chuckled. “He’ll like that. He’ll definitely forgive you.” I heard someone knock on his door. “Shit. I need to clean myself up. I have to run but I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Sounds good. I love you, Dex.”
“Love you too, Greer.”
I ended the call and dropped my phone on the coffee table. There was a half bathroom off the living room I went into with my shorts in hand so I could clean myself up. I only wiped the cum off, didn’t bother using soap. I wanted JJ to smell it on my skin. To know what he missed by going to work today.
As I was stepping out of the bathroom, I heard what sounded like the back door handle jiggle. Peyton, Perry, and Dominic were in the city at Perry’s penthouse. They weren’t returning here until Monday after work. JJ wouldn’t have gotten here that fast and Dexen was at the club. Plus, my phone didn’t alert me to the gate opening.
Which meant some motherfucker thought they could get into our home.
Reaching into my pocket, I went to grab my phone, only to realize I’d left it on the coffee table. Where the bathroom was, I was tucked beneath the stairs to the second floor. I had to walk out, exposing myself to whoever was on the back porch.
The alarm wasn’t armed since I was inside, but the cameras were recording. They were always on.
I heard the creak of the wood on the porch as whoever it was moved closer to the other end. I took a chance and darted out from the bathroom to the living room, dropping down on the floor out of view behind the wall and the couch to get my phone. I quickly pulled up the app where the feed was, only there was no view of the inside of my home. It was static. Every fucking camera was the same. Jesus, someone hacked my shit. What the fuck?
I quickly typed out a text to the bigger group chat we had with the six of us. I wanted JJ to know what he was coming here to find. I wanted my brother to call the cops since I didn’t want to use my voice. Then I was going to grab the gun we kept hidden under the couch, and I was going to kill whoever the fuck stepped one goddamn toe into our home.
Me: Someone’s trying to get into the house. System’s down. Call the cops. I’m grabbing a gun.
There was a flurry of texts after that, but I put the phone in my pocket and reached under the couch until I found the gun. We had them all over the house. It was overkill, but now I was glad.
Glass shattered somewhere in the kitchen. My guess was they were breaking in to open the door. And there was the door click.
I inched along the floor on my stomach with the gun trained on the kitchen. Only, I didn’t get to pull the trigger because when I got a clear view, there was no one there. Just an open door.
The kick to my head surprised the hell out of me. It was hard enough to make my ears ring and stars dance behind my closed eyes. This wasn’t the first time I’d been hit. When X trained us, it was for every situation.
I pretended I was really hurt, giving myself time for my vision to clear. I tried to stand and stumbled on purpose to make it look like I was out of it. When he went to kick me again, I dropped down and punched him in the balls, causing him to double over.
I stood quick, a wave of dizziness washing over me, but I pushed it away the best I could and brought my knee up to get the guy in the face. He blocked me and moved to the side. We both stood in fighting stances.
That was when I saw his face.
One I instantly recognized.
Malik broke into the wrong fucking house.
