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I sit up and he moves off of me, plopping face down on the bed. "Get some sleep, Xander." I climb out of bed and grudgingly leave the bedroom.
Gillian rubs her wet hair with a towel, irritation across her face. "Remind me to try a bleach bath next time," she whines.
I smirk. "Hopefully, there won't be a next time." Leaning against the entryway to the kitchen, I monitor the way Gillian dries her hair. She's rough with the towel, rubbing the hair inside the fabric like she's trying to set it ablaze to keep warm.
"Do you see any more pink?" she asks as she turns for me to inspect it.
"I think you got all of it. You're a blonde again." Her natural curls seem to be just as tight as mine, like all that color depositing shampoo didn't do a bit of damage to her hair. It's surprising. "Let's get to work on the rest of it," I say in the middle of a yawn.
"Isn't your guard dog going to watch us?" she jokes dryly as she strips off her crop top, leaving herself in her practically see through lace bra.
"Xander isn't my guard dog, and he has work tomorrow. He needs his sleep."
She rolls her eyes as she picks up the tube of body make up off the counter. "Do I need to deal with my tattoos?" she whines again.
"Yes. Browning has seen me naked so he knows I don't have any tattoos."
She wiggles her eyebrow at me. "Do I need to know the story there?" she teases me, but I just frown, my entire mood dropping.
"No. It's not important," I lie through my teeth.
She huffs as she squirts some of the body make up onto a makeup brush and starts dabbing it on her biggest tattoo, the dragon on her stomach. "So, ifXanderisn't your guard dog, what the hell is he? Where does your douchebag boy toy fit into this?"
Is she talking about Dell? She can't be talking about Xander. He's not a douchebag or aboy toy. Sure, he can be a bit of an asshole, but what guy isn't?
"We broke up weeks ago. He doesn't fit in anywhere." I cross my arms, feeling uncomfortable with the subject of Delvin Clemons.
"Thank god!" she exclaims, a playful smile on her face. "I was looking forward to seeing your guard dog kick his ass, but at least I'll never have to see his annoying face again. You're done with him for good, right?"
"Considering he broke up with me, not the other way around, I'd say so." Truthfully, if I never see Dell again, it will be too soon. I don't even want to think about him, but my mind does slip up every once in a while, mostly as a comparison. Other than Xander, Dell is the only guy I've been with. I had crushes before Dell and a few when we were together, but nothing ever came of them. I'm highly inexperienced with healthy relationships, if that's what you could call this.
My relationship with Dell was toxic at best, but this with Xander feels right. It feels real.
Xander admitted he likes me and it's not just about sex, but there's nothing official between us. I'm okay with that. I don't need it to be official to know it exists. I'm his and he's mine.
"And with Xander, it's complicated. He's been doing his best to protect me from the start."
"That's not what I'm asking, little sister. Have youfuckedhim?"
I flush from her pressure. "Um…" I trail off, biting my lip.
"I fucking knew it." She laughs as she dabs more foundation on the tattoo, continuously adding more, smoothing it into her skin. "Is he any good?"
"Gillian!"
"What? A big guy like him either has a micropenis or a massive schlong in his jeans."
I glare at her. "Stop talking about Xander's penis, okay?"
"Come on. Let me live vicariously through you. I haven't gotten any in weeks, okay? I'm probably growing cobwebs at this point. Let me be happy that my sister is being thoroughly dicked down. I mean, it's consensual, right? You wanted it?"
How is that even a question at this point? She saw me with Xander. If he'd been raping me, I wouldn't have been okay with him sitting so close to me.
"Of course, it's consensual. Xander is not like the other bikers. He's…different. We didn't even have sex until yesterday. If he wanted to force me, he could've and it wouldn't have taken much force either." My face heats at the confession coming from my mouth, but it's true. If he had pushed a little, I would've caved.
“Good. If it wasn’t, I’d be on my way to shove my switch blade in his groin.” Still, even as she threatens Xander’s life, she still dabs the makeup on her tattoo, slowly making the ink disappear behind the foundation.
Like I told Xander, Gillian isn’t so different from him. She is way better equipped to handle the life I’ve found myself in.
