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“Are you sure? Their mother said she would be an hour later than usual. I can read to the kids instead. It’s no issue, really.” Amber states once again, glancing between us and Wren, but Xander just waves her off.
“It’s fine. It will give us time to look around a bit.” He gives her a wink before the door rings again. She stares at us for another second before finally nodding as she shifts to look behind us, greeting the new customers who must have just entered. I step to the side, heading down an empty aisle with Xander in tow.
I stop at the end and whirl on him. “You just wanted to breathe in the same air as Wren for longer than the meeting.” He snorts at my accusatory claim, but doesn’t deny it. “Xander, I’m telling you as your best friend. Charm yourself into her pants and fuck her out of your system. Do you see what she is doing to you, man? You're blowing off a whole day’s work just to watch this woman without a screen in front of you.” I glare at him, knowing I’m crossing the line by even bringing up any of this to him, but he needs to hear it.
What Xander wants, Xander gets. And I have a feeling this will be no different.
He glares back at me, but I hold my ground. I can’t be the only sensible one out of the three of us. Before he can respond and chew my ass out for even suggesting he hit it and quit it, his phone goes off. Pulling it out, he glances down before answering it. “What?” He then walks off to a table with the perfect view of the kid’s nook to wait for his little bird.
I look down at my watch, noticing an hour has passed and we are still waiting for Wren. My head snaps up as I hear another giggle slip from Wren’s pretty little mouth, making my traitor’s dick twitch. Maybe I just need to get laid. I try to think of the last time I got my dick wet, but I can’t recall the last time. Has it really been that long that I can’t remember? Fuck. I need to fix this problem tonight. I pull out my phone to text my regular fuck buddy, but my finger pauses over the send button as I hear another giggle.
Fuck. I can’t just fuck someone and feel better. No, that would be too easy. But it’s not even that. The thought of screwing anyone else but the blonde hair goddess in front of me makes my cock deflate faster than a popped balloon. The fucking bitch. How dare she worm her way into mine and my friends’ minds like this, but the image of her a few days ago flashes in my mind.
It was my night to watch her, so I showed up an hour after she had gotten home. I let myself in with the spare key we each had made.
Taking in my surroundings, I hear the shower running. All the lights were off, making the window from down the hall the only faint light source. We realized pretty quickly that she never bothers to turn them on since she can’t see them.
I wasn’t even sure why Xander continued to have us stay here at night. He had a few cameras set up around the place to keep watch. Her bedroom, hallway and the living room/ kitchen area, so I didn’t see the point of having us come most nights as well. But Xander was the boss.
I went over to the fridge, grabbing a beer we had stocked up on. She never used the thing anyway, so it worked out for us. I kicked off my shoes by the door and headed to her room to get comfortable in the chair that was set up in the corner.
I had just got settled, taking another sip of beer when I heard the water finally turn off. I’m surprised she was in there for so long when we know the water never gets hot enough for her to relax. But a second later Wren came waltzing into the room naked as the day she was born. My jaw dropped open, my mouth becoming drier than the Sahara Desert. Where the fuck were her clothes? Not that I had any real complaints, but my cock was now harder than steel at just the sight of all her creamy bare skin on full display.
My eyes trace over the little water droplets as they race down her neck, between her voluptuous tits, and down further to her bare pussy. Fuck. Bare. She is clean shaven, making my mouth water at the thought of diving deep between those creamy, thick thighs and devouring her like a fat kid loves cake.
I shift in my seat, adjusting my hard on while I watch her walk over to her dresser, hands out, reaching and feeling her way. Her fingers wrap around the handle, pulling open the drawer and digging for something. A second passes and I can’t help but to let my eyes drop to her round, juicy backside. God damn this woman. No tan lines, which means her perfect skin is all natural. She must finally find what she is looking for because the rustling of clothes stops as she turns towards the bed. I can’t see what she has, but it doesn’t take me long to figure it out.
She takes a seat on the bed, sliding till her back hits the bed frame. A second later, she spreads her thighs, and I get a perfect view of a gorgeous pink pussy. I swear I drool at the sight of her, sliding her fingers through her folds and up to circle her clit.
Fuccckkkkk. I think I’ve died and gone to Heaven or maybe Hell because this is wrong. So wrong. I basically broke into this woman’s home and now I’m watching as she fucks herself and has absolutely no clue she is even being watched. Fuck it, I knew I was going to hell, anyway.
I stand from the chair, moving to the edge of the bed, wanting a better view. Her small little moans sending shivers of pleasure down my back. I can just imagine her moaning my name while I fuck her with my tongue like a man starved. I bet she would taste like candy or something sweet. Another few minutes pass before I say fuck it all. Reaching for my waistband, I slowly unzip my jeans, free myself, and almost sigh in relief. My weeping cock was straining against the fabric, begging to be free.
I grab hold of my length, gripping it tight. Biting my lip to not make a sound and alert her to my presence. I’m so turned on right now that I know it will take nothing to make me cum. I slowly start to slide my fisted hand up and down, up and down, keeping my grip tight, picturing myself pounding that wet hot pussy in front of me instead of my own hand.
Her moans are music to my ears as I see her throw her head back, reaching up to pinch a little pink pebbled nipple between two fingers. She increases her pace before she reaches down to her side, grabbing a bright red sparkle vibrator. She circles it around her clit, moaning as waves of pleasure wash over her. She abruptly jerks, her moans intensify. Fuck.
I close my eyes tight, picturing her tight little curvy body riding my cock hard and fast. I quicken my paces to the sounds of her sweet cries, hearing the exact moment her orgasm hits. Biting my lip, drawing blood to contain the cry of relief as white hot liquid fills my hand as pleasure consumes me. I almost collapse due to how fucking strong I just came.
I shuffle back to the chair, plopping down, taking deep breaths while trying my hardest to stay quiet, but fuck. I didn’t even touch the woman, and she gave me the most powerful orgasm ever. What is this voodoo magic of hers? If just picturing her was good, I can’t imagine what the real thing would be like.
I sit there, staring at the naked goddess as she sets her toy to the side, then proceeds to climb under her blankets, butt naked and cuddles in for the night.
I don’t know who this woman is, but I have to have her now.
Chapter eleven
Xander
I sit there watching as Mav loses himself to his own thoughts. I know he is just as obsessed with her as Jax and I, but fights the feelings she gives us all. He believes I'm oblivious to his constant camera surveillance of her. He even has the app downloaded to his damn phone. He can fight the feeling all he wants, but she isn’t like our bitch of an ex. Wren is special.
I watch Wren as she reads to the Williams’s kids. They are a powerful family in the legal circles we run in and for Mrs. Williams to just drop off the triplets to go run errands; I know Wren is a trustworthy person. The fact that she is great with kids is a bonus. I have big plans for this woman. She might not know it yet, but she is our endgame.
I listen as she reads to the kids, her voice a balm to my soul. At first, I’m not paying much attention to the actual words, but more to the soft melody of her voice. It’s relaxing, like a warm summer day at the park. Calming like a walk with a lover on a chilly fall afternoon. It wraps around me in an embrace, but soon sends hot waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I’ve been hard as stone since the moment we walked into her Cozy Nook bookstore and I laid eyes on her tucked away in the corner.
I’ve seen her in person before on the nights I snuck into her apartment, watching her as she slept, unaware of my dark presence. She is beautiful during the day but her asleep, peaceful, and unafraid of whatever makes her jump at loud noises makes her look like a goddess. I suppose that’s what she is. A goddess who has, unbeknownst to herself, gotten three feral monsters wrapped around her little finger. But she will, and today is the day she realizes just what making a deal with three devils will mean.
As she reads, I listen intently, more so to hear her voice, but a smile spreads across my face when I realize it’s the tale of Beauty and the Beast. How fitting. My little bird believes in fairy tales and happily ever after’s. I can give her that if she truly wants it. I would give her anything her little heart desired, I would burn the world down if she asked for it.
