Chapter 11

What’s comin’ will come and we’ll meet it when it does. - Hagrid

Roxy

Another week passed us by in the blink of an eye. I don’t know how the time continued to fly by, even with my worrying mind on overdrive every second of the day. I did my best to keep myself busy, cleaning and tidying up the cabin as much as possible, but one could only clean so much. It came to a point where Vince told me to stop, and not in the nicest way. Apparently, my continuous cleaning had been driving him to the brink of insanity, so I did what any normal woman would do. I took a soaking hot bubble bath and began to read some of the small novels he had lying around. It shocked me quite a bit to see that he had an old copy of Gone with the Wind, and when I’d asked him about it, he told me something about it being one of his mom’s favorite books. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was actually one of his. 

I laid down on the couch, watching an old horror movie on the television that sits a few feet away. Vince comes up in front of the couch and slides himself behind me, pulling me closer against him. I reveled anytime he did this, craving his touch and the safety net that I felt whenever his arms were around me. The man made me feel so much. While I constantly worried about the what ifs, I became happy with my day to day life and happy with the normal feeling that began to wash over me. Vince did make me feel safe, he always had a way of doing that whenever I was around him. The only person who made me fearful of my own safety was Rage, and he wasn’t here, so it only made sense that I learn to live in the moment and not in fear. After all, is living in fear even living at all?

About halfway through the movie I move my body around to face him, looking into those dark hazel eyes that always seem to captivate me, even when we were kids.

“What’re you thinking in there?” he asks, smirking as he taps his index finger against the back of my head.

“Just about how much I want things to be like they are right now, right in this moment. Just you and me doing something as pointless as laying here together on this couch. I am still scared, but you do something to me that I’ve never quite experienced. You take it all away.” I stumble my words out, not quite sure what I’m really trying to say to him. There is so much history behind Vince and I. Sometimes it feels like I don’t even have to over explain myself because he knows me so well, practically reading my mind.

“It’s my job, firefly. My only regret is that I didn’t act much sooner. I won’t hold that back, or the fact that I feel like so much of what happened to you was my fault. That guilt eats up at my insides every single day,” he mutters, pressing his lips against the top of my forehead.

“None of it was your fault. The only person who deserves blame is Rage, not me, and sure as hell not you. He knew exactly what he was doing, and I felt trapped. You pulled me from my prison, Vince. Do you even understand the power of what you did for me?” I ask, scooting up further so I’m face to face with him, staring him dead in the eyes.

His eyes dance with my own, and he says nothing.

“You saved my life.” One small statement, and we both know the weight it holds. I’m not exaggerating. He did it, he lifted me off that pavement and took me to the hospital, and while I lost my son, I was able to be saved. If he hadn’t of come back when he did I have no doubt in my mind that I would be dead, and if he didn’t offer to take me away from the Demons of Hell, the life – I would’ve ended up in the ground sooner or later, that I am sure of.

“Because of my inability to act, you lost that baby, that is on my hands.” I can hear how much he believes it in the tone of his voice, how the guilt is crushing him. I’ll be damned if I allow him to think like this.

“No, and don’t you dare say that to me. Rage did that. Not you. Not me. Rage. He was the one who bloodied me, beat me until I was barely breathing and killed my son, and Vincent. I never want to fucking hear you say that ever again.” My voice cracks, breaking down as I speak each word. I use Vince’s full name to show my seriousness on the issue, knowing that he will understand he needs to listen and accept what I’m saying to him.

I graze my hand slowly over his unshaved cheek, skimming against the barely there hairs that have come to peek up over the last couple days. He sighs, which means he’s accepting what I said. I don’t even realize I’m crying until I feel the tears cascading over my cheeks, what he said… how he just took all of that guilt… it destroyed me. Not one part of what happened was any of his fault. He was my savior in all of this.

He meets his lips against mine, folding softly over my own, caressing each other like we’re kissing for the first time. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but he was always so gentle with me, almost afraid I would break if he got too rough.

I slide my leg over his hip and straddle him, leaning down as he turns his body towards mine. Swiftly, I meet his lips, not wanting to be away from him any longer. I run my hands over his chest, feeling the soft cotton of his plain black tee shirt, going back down to his belt I run my hands under his shirt, feeling his chiseled abs against the palm of my hands.

“Sweetheart, this is not heading in the direction you want it to,” I feel his words vibrate against my lips, and as they register I instantly become irritated.

I slide my hand over his jeans, feeling his hard cock pressing against the fabric. “Sure feels like it is.”

“I’m not fucking you, firefly.”

“What the fuck do you mean by that?” I snap out, glaring at him. Is he afraid to fuck me because I’m tainted from not only what Rage did to me, but what the others did as well?

Vince rises, snaking his hand behind my back and pulls me higher up on his lap. I can feel his cock pressing against my center, and it’s pure torture, a teasing, wanting torture. “I’m no doctor, but I can tell you that I know I can’t fuck you yet. It’s way too soon. Your body needs to heal more. But baby, when I can… you’d better fasten your seatbelt. I won’t go easy on you cause you’re mine now, you understand?” My heart beats a thousand miles a minute in pure excitement from the words he just spewed. Even when we were kids all I wanted was to be his, and now here we are, years later.

“Yes,” is the only word I can muster up, my heart pounding in my chest so hard that I can feel it in my head. I rub my hand against his cock, watching him as he clenches his teeth and hisses out in pleasure. He doesn’t say anything, but stares at me so harshly I think he’s incinerating right through me.

I place my hands over the button of his jeans and unzip him, pulling his cock free and stroking it, squeezing firmly at the base and working my way up slowly. “Dammit, Rox…” he mutters, cursing at me in frustration while his eyes say something else entirely. I lean down and place my lips over his cock, bobbing my head up and down over his wide member. I’ve given a lot of men head, but never anyone quite as thick as Vince. He’s massive and could very well break me in half when he does decide to fuck me.

I swirl my tongue around his head, using my hand to squeeze him at the base, moving in unison bringing him closer to the edge that I so badly want him to fall from. If he isn’t going to fuck me right now, he’s damn well going to be giving me something I want, and all I want right now is his pleasure.

I force my head further down his length until I feel him sliding down my throat. I gag for a moment, eyes watering, and he begins to move his hips, fucking my mouth just like I wanted. I slide my hand into his pants and put pressure on his balls, fondling them as he fucks my mouth. His panting grows heavier, cock twitching in my mouth, and I know he’s on the brink of exploding. Quickly, I grip him harder, squeezing his balls until I hear his moans, tasting the precum and the warm liquid that shortly follows shooting down my throat. He growls and hisses as he comes, panting heavily and falling back onto the couch when he’s finished. I slip my mouth from his cock, swallowing his load and fall into place snugly next to him. That’s the last thing I remember before the darkness takes me.