Southern Charms (14 page)

Chapter 27

Elizabeth and Xander had been staying with Kenny now for four days. Elizabeth was just this side of the line of castrating Cole and raping Xander. The rape would be easy to see coming by anyone with a brain, since they have boned every day for the last two months, then NOTHING for the entire time they were in New York; she was about to explode. The castration, however, everyone but Cole saw in his future. Cole’s little man crush was beginning to reach creepy levels, so Xander was just about to knock the kid into next week. Elizabeth felt that castration was a far better punishment.

Currently, Elizabeth was at the stove making stew for dinner while Xander gave her a hand peeling those devil spawns called potatoes. Cole was sitting across from Xander, yapping on and on about this, that and the other, asking all matter of personal shit about Xander that was really none of his business.

Seconds before Xander made the fantasy about stabbing the kid in the eye with the potato peeler in his hand a reality, Elizabeth snapped. Slamming the spoon on the counter with a crack, she whirled around, shouting, “For the love of God, Cole, that’s enough! I get you have a crush on the guy, but you have been up his ass since we got here. Do you really have nothin’ better to do than to sit there and ask all matter of fucked up questions that are none of your fuckin’ business? He might be above shutting you up, but you damn well know I’m not. Either shut up or I shove my fist down your throat and rip out your voice box. Ya get me?”

Cole stared at her while Xander gazed at her like she hung the moon. It was completely silent in the house for a moment before there was clapping that slowly sped up into a full applause coming from the living room, where Kenny and some of the other boys were watching a repeat game from the night before.

Cole went beet red and he swallowed hard, looking at Elizabeth again. “Sorry, Lizzy.”

She just glared at him. “Oh, don’t be apologizin’ to me. I ain’t the one you been making all kinds of uncomfortable. You just pissed me off.” She pointed to Xander, “Apologize to him.”

Cole sighed before turning to Xander. “Sorry man.”

Xander shrugged, trying to make it look like less of an issue with him than it was. “Don’t worry ‘bout it. Just knock it off. I ain’t got a problem witcha Kid, but I don’t even get hounded on like that by rodeo whores. Keep the questions away from shit that ain’tcha business, and it’ll be fine.”

Cole nodded and Elizabeth pointed to the living room. “Get out, Cole.” He got up and left the room without a word, but Elizabeth growled and crossed her arms, leaning against the stove. “Jesus.”

Xander chuckled as he stood to take the veggies over to his girl, set them on the counter, and set a hand on either side of her before bending down to look her in the eyes. “Ya know, y'all kinds of sexy when you get pissy.”

Elizabeth smirked at him with a cocked brow. “That wasn’t pissy, that was irritated. Ask Cole what the difference between the two is.”

Xander hummed in his throat. “Let me guess, you get violent?”

Elizabeth giggled. “I only reached that point once, and it was years ago. Cole cut my hair off, so I think he deserved the kick to the shin.”

Xander grinned, nodding as he leaned in. “I bet he did” he hummed, pressing his lips to hers. Nipping at her lip lightly, he made a noise in his throat when she parted them for him.

They only kissed for a minute or so before there was a catcall from behind Xander. He groaned louder this time while his Little Darlin’ out right growled. When he pulled back, she looked him dead in the eyes. “We’re going to a hotel.”

He was fine with that.

After dinner that night, Xander and Elizabeth packed their bags and straightened up her room. Xander carried them down the stairs to set them by the front door while Elizabeth went to let her father know they were heading out. He walked into the living room at the WRONG part of the conversation.

“No, we’ll be here for a while longer, but Jesus, Dad. We can barely kiss, and I kinda want to fuck my boyfriend.”

Xander froze and his jaw went lax. He slowly backed out of the room before anyone saw him, then as quietly as he could, opened the front door while pretending he didn’t walk in on that. He was just closing the storage case in the bed when his girl came sprinting out of the house. She leapt off the front porch, darting to the passenger side of his truck, her face as bright as the sun when she yelled, ‘We gotta go!’

Xander looked toward the house, his eyes widening at the sight of the shotgun in Kenny’s hands. ‘
Oh, goddamn it
’.

Wasting no time, Xander jumped into the driver’s seat and turned the key, throwing the truck in reverse before peeling out of the driveway. The sound of a gunshot and squealing tires could barely be heard over the sound of his psychotic girlfriend’s laughter. He looked over, just staring at her as she played with his iPod for a minute, and shook his head. “You are out of your fuckin’ mind, Little Darlin’.”

It was about halfway through when Xander realized that he was following orders from a country song. He glanced at his girl to see that she was actually wearing a white tank top. Shaking his head, he cut the wheel sharply to the left as he laid back on the gas.

Getting back on the main highway, Xander let up on the gas and looked over at Elizabeth, who was still laughing as she clung to the ‘oh shit handle’. “Your Daddy gonna kill me.”

She shook her head, smiling widely. “He won’t do nothin’. He shot at you, so this is kinda understandable, Xan. I’ll call him later, once he calms down some.”

Xander shook his head, glancing in the rearview mirror for a second, then let out a breath when there were no red and blue lights to be seen.

Chapter 28

About half hour later, Xander had checked them into a hotel room. His girl was on the phone with her daddy, trying to diffuse the situation, but not doing a very good job in his opinion. He was leaning on the dresser with his arms and ankles crossed, listening to her side of the conversation.

“You
SHOT
at him, Dad. Did you expect him to just stand there and take it?... So fucking what... In case it escaped your notice while you were being an asshole, I was also in the truck you shot at... You’re being completely unreasonable, Kenny... No, you were the one that did that shit, not him. Xander ain’t ever done nothin’ to put me in danger.
YOU
were the one shooting a fucking shotgun at his truck. I think you owe him a fuckin’ apology for that shit, by the way... If that’s the case, then you need to get over what Brandon did, and see that Xander is
NOTHIN’
like him; I did. If I can get past that shit, you certainly can... Oh, fuck you. You’re tryin’ to compare consensual sex between two adults, and abuse at the hands of a stupid little prick that has a death wish. News flash,
NOT
the same thing... No, it was mine... yeah, mine, not his... I figured as much, ya dumbass... well, ya wanna treat me like a rebellious teenager, I’ll act like one... Save a horse... I highly fuckin’ doubt it... Yeah...”

With that, Elizabeth hung up the phone, tossing it on the bed. She fell back and scrubbed her face with her hands, a hard growl rumbling her throat.

Xander cocked his head to the side. “That didn’t sound like it went real well, Sugar Britches.”

Elizabeth dropped her arms to her sides before glaring at the ceiling. “He said sorry about your truck. He was aiming for your head.”

Xander puckered his lips while nodding slowly once. “I figured as much... but, Little Darlin’, you gotta try to see this from his perspective. You his baby girl, and you comin’ off a nasty situation. I would be more concerned if he wasn’t out to kill me than the fact he is.”

She was quick to turn that glare on him. “Don’t defend him.”

Xander held up a hand. “I ain’t. I’m only tryin’ to get you to see that he has your best interests at heart. Let me tell ya somethin’; if my little angel ever got mixed up in somethin’ like you did, I gotta say it would snow in hell before I ever gave a fella the benefit of the doubt again. I ain’t defendin’ ‘im, I’m just sayin’ I get it... and I’m pretty sure once you calm down, you’ll get it, too.”

Elizabeth sat up, leaned back on her hands, and cocked a brow. “He liked you until he found out we were havin’ sex.
THAT’S
what I’m pissed off about. Then there is the little matter that he
SHOT
at us.”

Xander scratched his temple, giving that a once tumble through his head. She had a point, but he wasn’t gonna tell her that. Instead, he pushed off the dresser, moving over to the bed his girl was lounging on. He crawled up her body, forcing her to fall back as he got nose to nose with her. “Let’s just let it go for now, alright? You’re pissed off, he pissed off. Nothin’ gonna come from talkin’ right now.” Once he saw her consent in her eyes, he smirked at her. “I got a question for ya, Little Darlin’.” When she cocked a brow at him in question, he asked, “What were you respondin’ to when you said ‘Save a horse’?”

At that, Elizabeth smirked and twisted over, knocking Xander on his back before straddling his hips. She gave him a vixen grin. “He asked what I was gonna do. I said I was gonna save a horse.” She pulled her shirt off, grabbed her stolen hat off the bed, put it on, then looked at him from under the brim as she began to unbuckle his belt. “Saddle up, Cowboy. You’re in for a ride tonight.”

“Holy shit...” Xander swallowed hard. It took every last ounce of self control he had to grab her wrists and stop her from continuing. There was a clear whine in his voice as he -and he would
not
admit this to
anyone
later- whimpered. “Can’t, Sugar Britches.” She cocked her head to the side in question, making him whimper again. “We out of condoms, Doll.”

Elizabeth snorted a bit as she pulled her hands out of his, then ripped his belt from the loops with a ‘crack’. “I’ve been on the pill since I was fifteen.” There was slight spark of something in her eyes as she leaned up to butt her nose on his chin, sliding it along his jaw to nuzzle just below his ear, her voice low, “I’m gonna take your bareback title tonight, Steele.”

Xander’s eyes rolled up into the back of his head at the seduction in her voice, and there was no stopping the groan when she ground herself hard against him. He still had his jeans on, but was about to bust a nut with just the promise in the air.

Elizabeth popped the button on Xander’s jeans. She waited only a second to see if he was gonna stop her again before sliding the zipper down. She lifted her body up and began to back up, taking his pants with her. Once his boots and jeans were gone, Elizabeth unzipped her skirt, slipped it and her panties over her hips, then let them slide down her legs to the floor.

Not taking off her boots, Elizabeth lightly kicked her clothes away before crawling back up Xander’s body. Once again straddling his hips, she settled right behind his very engorged piece of perfection.

Drawing her bottom lip between her teeth, she looked up at him from under the brim of the hat on her head as she lightly ran her fingers from tip to base, a slight smirk coming to her lips when she felt him twitch from her touch. That little action never failed to give her an ego a boost, while at the same time, kinda freaking her out.

Tapping her fingers against his member, she wrapped her hand around it as much as she could before rising up on her knees to position herself over the head. Locking her eyes on his, Elizabeth let her own weight pull her down, every little bit lifting herself up to make the descent easier as she coated him with her juices.

Once they were hip to hip, she paused for a moment before giving herself a test roll, to get used to the intrusion again after the couple of days break. Still dealing with a little tightness, she lifted herself up again, then dropped back down with a twist of her hips, erasing the last of the slight discomfort.

Once she was sufficiently stretched out, she leaned back, setting one hand on Xander’s thigh, the other on top of the hat she still wore. Then she began to bounce, twist, and roll her hips.

Xander was just about to lose his fucking mind. This was heart stopping, throat closing, toe curling bliss. For as long as he had been having sex, this was the first time he’d ever done it without protection, and dear
GOD
...

His mind went blank of thought, only able to focus on the pure pleasurable ecstasy that was the feeling of his girl’s walls squeezing the fuck out of his cock.

His body took over for his mind, his hands grabbing her waist as he started thrusting up against her, pulling her roughly down before grinding hard. Opening his eyes and sitting up, Xander wrapped one arm around her waist and cupped the back of her head with the other, crashing his lips to hers. Moaning in his throat, he bit her bottom lip to get her to open up. His eyes slid closed again when her tongue came out to play with his, her arms wrapping around his neck.

Moving the hand on the back of her head, he grabbed the brim of his hat. After taking it off her, he tossed to across the room. Not giving the slightly bit of a fuck where it landed, he rolled them over, taking over the dominant position without missing a beat.

Wrapping her leg around Xander’s hips, Elizabeth broke the kiss, throwing her head back as a very unladylike moan fell from her lips. Her breath got caught in her throat, and she was almost certain she was choking on the head of Xander’s dick he was so deep inside her.

Not one to waste an opportunity, Xander latched onto her neck, scraping his teeth across her flesh before sealing his lips and giving a hard suck. His hips began to speed up as he felt that knot in his stomach begin to tighten. Arching his back more, he slid a hand between them, his thumb finding what he was after with absolutely no difficulty.

With the speed and force of Xander’s hips, as well as the attention to her clit, Elizabeth didn’t stand a chance. There were four more thrusts, and she was thrown over the edge of euphoria into orgasmic retardation. She wrapped her body tightly around his, squeezing with everything she had... the walls of her passage included. She was so far gone in pleasure that she couldn’t even scream, her throat tight and constricted.

It was only a few pumps of his hips afterward that Xander followed her over the cliff, his seed shooting in powerful spurts deep into her body. The aftermath of his own orgasm left him twitching and breathless.

Forehead to forehead, they panted hard and deep as they stared into each other’s eyes.