Xavier

“Where you going brother?” Beau calls out but I ignore his ass as I make my way out of the waves and onto the sand. I make a beeline for my woman who is currently laughing at something Erica has said.  I like the feeling that settles in my gut knowing her and Erica are getting on so well.

Ally notices me heading towards her and I watch as her pink tongue darts out and swipes along her lush bottom lip. When her eyes rake over my body, my cock jerks in response.

Fuck, what I wouldn't give to be alone with her right now and the nasty things I want her to do with that tongue of hers.

I hear someone call Ally’s name and she turns her head towards the steps which lead down to the beach. It’s her friend, Cynthia and I assume the boy she has with her is her son. I don’t miss the wince of pain which crosses Ally’s face when she pushes to her feet and the muscles of my stomach tighten. I hate that she’s in pain with her hand.

She jogs to her friend and they hug before Cynthia draws back and rests her hands on Ally’s shoulders. I note the look of concern on her friend’s face and when she turns to me and scowls, I almost recoil with the pain of her thinking I was the one to hurt Ally.

Cynthia's focus turns back to Ally's when she speaks and I watch as her shoulders relax and she nods. Ally bends and gives the boys hair a ruffle before she hugs him, I love the smile on her face. Damn, what I wouldn't do to keep that smile on her face all the time.

I feel the other men come up behind me.

“Is this going to be an issue, Justin?” I snarl, not wanting another episode like last week.

“Nope, I'm gonna marry that girl one day so, it’s best she came to me before I tracked her ass down."

His words shock the shit out of me and I spin around to see if he’s serious. The expression on his face as he watches Cynthia tells me, he’s dead fucking serious. I nod at him. I understand because it’s the same look I’ve had every day since I first saw Ally. Regardless, I still need to warn him.

“Don’t fuck this shit up because I wouldn't want to beat your ass.” I don’t give him a chance to reply, I make my way over to the girls when they reach Erica.

“Erica, this Cynthia and her son, JT.”

Cynthia smiles and says, “hello.”

“Nice to meet you.” The kid holds out his hand to shake with Erica.

The boy has manners, I like that.  

“Lovely to meet you too, JT." Erica shakes his hand and smiles.

I watch as Cynthia’s attention is drawn to something over my shoulder and her whole body tenses. It doesn’t last long before she relaxes again and starts pulling things out of her bag.

“Mummy, I want to hit the waves." JT jumps from one foot to the other as he practically begs. I chuckle at his impatience.

“In a minute, baby, let’s get some sunscreen on you first."

The little boy grumbles but listens to his mother.

I crouch down and hold out my hand for him to shake.  “Hey, little man, my name is Xavier but you can call me X."

“That’s a cool name, my name is Just....”

“JT!" His mother cuts him off, her eyes dart around us and she blows out a relieved breath. Glancing over my shoulder, in the direction Cynthia had looked, I notice the other two dipshits slowly making their way up to us. They would have been too far away too have heard what was being said.

Cynthia goes back to putting sunscreen on JT and I look to Ally but she just shakes her head and I nod in response.

“Okay, little man, lets go for a swim." Cynthia pulls off her dress and my eyes catch the numerous tattoos covering her body.

“Shit girl, I didn’t realise you had all that ink under your clothes."

Erica laughs, taking it all in, but my eyes have zeroed in on one piece of ink which has alarms going off in my mind. I begin to put two and two together. On her left collar bone are the words - His Queen, it’s identical to ink Justin has but his says -Her King.

Well, I'll be fucked. If the kid's name is Justin as he started to say then, it's not too fucking far fetched to believe it’s his kid. Anger bubbles in my belly at the thought he left her with the kid and didn’t own up to that shit. I thought he was a better man than that. Just as the thought crosses my mind, the man himself walks up beside me, his eyes wide as he looks at Cynthia.

“What the fuck?" he spits out.

I squeeze my hands into fists when I hear the anger in his voice and I'm about done for the day.

“Cover yourself up, woman, no man should see what's mine," Justin growls.

Cynthia looks up and there is so much anger in her eyes, I'm amazed Justin isn't dead.

“Don't fucking look at me like that, cover your ass up."

I feel the tension and anger roll off him in waves and I'm about to say something but Cynthia beats me to it. I’m pleased to see Ally and Erica take JT down to the water and away from what is sure to be a confrontation.

“You lost the right to tell me what to do years ago, Justin so, pull your fucking head in. I’m only here because I haven't seen Ally for a couple of days so, if you will excuse me." She straightens her shoulders and starts to walk past us, but Justin reaches out and grabs her arm.

“We need to talk." His voice is more controlled now.

She stares down at the sand and takes a few deep breaths before her spine straightens once again. “No, we don’t."

She pulls away from his hold and heads to where the girls are.

“Justin," I caution.

“X-man, fuck this shit. I need to get my head on straight.”

“Yeah, you fucking do. You don't deserve her time if you left her years ago with your kid." Anger is clear in my words.

“What the fuck you talking about?" He gives me a pissed off look before staring at the girls and JT. I can almost see when it all makes sense to him.  

“Son of bitch!” he spits out while running a hand through his hair. “I need to fix this." Frustration laces his voice and the anger in me settles a little when I realise, he probably didn’t know.

“Today probably isn't the right time, mate. It might be best to give her some time.”

“What the fuck would you do if Ally had your kid and didn't tell you?”

I open my mouth then close it again, not sure what to say. If Ally had my kid, I know without a doubt, I would be a part of his or her life. Nothing, fucking nothing, would stop me.

I squeeze Justin’s shoulder. “A word of advice - if he is your kid and you plan to marry that woman, take your time. Give her the space she needs and prove to her you’re willing to wait for her for as long as it takes."

With that said, I turn away, allowing my words to sink in as I head to the girls.

Beau runs out of the waves, grabs Erica around the waist and throws her over his shoulder. We all laugh while she screams, threatening death to him while hitting his back with her hands. I hear the smile in her voice until a wave comes up and he drops them both into it.

On the way back to Ally’s apartment, we grab fish and chips so we don’t have to cook. It’s just after six when we finally get home. After we eat, I reach forward and start to wrap up all the rubbish scattered over the coffee table. Ally giggles and stares at me like she is trying to work something out. I smile back at her.

“What's so funny, babe, what’s running through that head of yours?”

“It’s nothing.” She waves me off and tries to stop herself from laughing.

“Spit it out woman" I grunt taking a seat next to her again. After a few moments she speaks.

“I was just trying to work out what kind of music I would put on a CD for a playlist."

I must have given her a strange look, because she quickly explains what the hell she is on about.

“At the beach today, Erica told me how much Beau hates most of the music she listens to. So, she put together a CD, one she always plays whenever Beau is around. On the CD its written - How to annoy Beau.

I bark out a laugh. “That shit with those two wouldn't surprise me, babe." As I push to my feet, in I hear her whisper. Her tone is serious now. “She’s sad."

“What do you mean?"

“I can see it in her eyes, X and every time she looked at Beau today, it seemed more apparent."

“Babe, I'm sure things will work out. Beau doesn't give up. When he wants something, he will work his ass off to make it his. Erica was doomed from the minute she started working for me and Beau met her for the first time."

“What do you mean?"

“She captivated him from the minute she stepped foot in the shop. I always knew Beau as a ladies’ man, he doesn't take a lot seriously, but with Erica he’s different.”

“Do you think he still sees other women?" Ally scrunches up her face in disgust at the thought.

“I don't think so. Well, I haven't seen him with anyone else."

“I hope they figure it out," she murmurs.

I notice how tired she looks and leaning forward, I run fingertips over her soft cheek. A faint smile graces her mouth as she hums. I chuckle, she is so damn cute.

“Why don't you go have a shower, Sweetness, while I clean all this up?"

“I can help,” she protests in a sleepy voice. When she begins to stand, I notice her wince.

“Babe, I’ve got this. Go and have a shower then, we can relax for the night."

“Are you staying?"

“I’ll stay for a bit, but I don't have any other clothes with me."

I hadn't planned on staying last night because I wasn't completely sure how things would go. I only had what I was wearing along with spare boardies and an extra singlet which I keep in the car. Most days when me and the boys finish for the day, we end up at the beach.

When she pouts, I growl and leaning over, I suck her bottom lip into my mouth. She moans as her eyes flutter shut.

“Go and have a shower.”

“Want to join me?” she murmurs above my lips while sweetly staring up at me through her long lashes. She grips the front of my shirt while I rest my hands on her hips and give them a squeeze. She relaxes into me.

“Next time, babe. Let me clean this mess up and I’ll race out and grab my clothes from yesterday out of my truck. I'll head home early in the morning and get changed before work."

Her eyes shine up at me when I say I’ll stay, she leans up and brushes her lips over mine before turning and heading towards her bathroom, but not before I smack her ass for good measure, making her laugh. Fuck, I’m so hard. I want nothing more than to push inside her as soap runs down her curvy body, but she looks so tired and I know she’s in pain. I don't want to hurt her and she needs a good rest.

Making quick work of cleaning up, I calm my ass down as I head out to my truck and grab the clothes. Thankfully, I thought to grab her keys on my way out, otherwise, I’d be fucked and have to disturb her in the shower to get back in.

When I get back inside, I don't hear water running so I head to the bedroom. She’s curled into a ball, asleep and I choke out a breath at the sight of her in a pair of purple boy-shorts and another one of those fucking singlet shirts that I can practically see through. Balling my hands into fists, I take a few deep breaths to stop myself from touching and disturbing her. Stripping off, I drop my clothes on the floor in the corner of her room and grab a clean pair of boxer briefs I found in the truck before heading to the shower and making quick work of cleaning the salt water off my skin.

Stepping out of the shower, I dry myself off, throw on my briefs and make my way to the bed. It’s going to be hard as fuck sleeping with her tonight with so little between us. I thought it was hell last night and she had more clothes on. Fuck, seeing her like this, I know I’ll be lucky to get ten minutes of sleep. Palming my hard cock, I give it a squeeze through my briefs and will my ass to calm down.

Blowing out a deep breath, I lay down and pull her into my arms so her head rests on my chest. I soak in her sweet smell and let it surround me. She shifts and her leg wraps around my waist. I close my eyes and grit my teeth when she brushes my hard cock. I attempt to think of something else except the way she is draped around me, but my cock hardens even more. Planting a kiss to the crown of her head, I bury my nose in her hair and try to sleep.