Page 85 of Xander

“What are you doing?” I choked out. I could feel the panic rising in my chest because I knew the direction of our conversation had shifted. I knew what he wanted.

His eyes glinted with a primal need. “I can’t do this without you,” he said roughly, his voice a mix of desire and desperation. “I need you,” he added, his voice vibrating with urgency.

Another bolt of fear shot through me, but before I could protest, he pulled me closer until I was almost over the console. A yelp tore from my throat as I collided with his hard body, but before I could push him away, his mouth crashed onto mine.

“Xander,” I whispered against his lips, trying to find the strength to resist.

“Don’t fight me tonight, Jordan. You’re the only one who can fix everything that’s fucked up in my life.” He pressed one kiss at a time on my bottom lip, cheek, neck, breast, over my hardened nipple… “Everything’s okay when you’re with me. I can do anything if you’re by my side.”

His pleading kisses twisted my heart, the words cutting through me like a knife. I didn’t want to fight him tonight. I only wanted to take away his pain.

I closed my eyes, yielding. He froze, shocked, and then he moved at a manic speed. Xander dragged me over the console, banging my hip on the stick shift in his haste, and maneuvered me until I was straddling him on the driver’s side seat with the steering wheel pressing into my back.

I gazed into his emerald-green eyes. They’d always had a jewel-like quality, but now, they were practically glowing. Desire bloomed inside me at the lust-crazed expression he wore. No man had ever looked at me the way he did, always watching me like he couldn’t look away.

He grabbed the seam of my leggings between my thighs, pinched at the cloth, and pulled it away from my skin. Before I could figure out what he was doing, he ripped my leggings to make a hole in the center.

“Xander, what the⁠—”

His lips returned to mine, cutting me off, as his fingers ripped more of the material for access to my sex. His fingers bypassed my panties and pressed against my clit. He wasn’t gentle in trying to arouse me, it was a rough forewarning of what was to come. I was barely prepared to take him when he fumbled with his sweatpants, pulling them down enough to release himself.

He tore through the hole to make it wider and aligned himself against me. I screamed in his mouth when his fingers dug into my waist as he pulled me down on his length in one brutal thrust.

Right there, in a parking lot, where anyone could see us.

My heart pounded in my chest as he pulled my hair and kissed me savagely. With his fingers biting into my flesh, he bounced me on his cock at a sadistic speed to fulfill an urgent need rather than for my pleasure.

Unlike the times before, he was fast and rough with a singular intent to take for his pleasure only. He clamped his hands on my shoulders and forced me further down onto him, then thrust up until I was so full of him that tears trickled down my cheeks. He held me there and pumped into me feverishly until he climaxed with a roar that echoed through the car.

“Fuck,” he groaned, and I felt the rumble from his chest against mine. His head fell back against the headrest, arm circling my waist possessively. I was forced to collapse on his chest when his hand moved up and pressed between my shoulder blades to bring me closer.

As we rested against the seat, entwined, the light in the parking lot that was flickering went out completely, casting us in utter darkness. He didn’t seem bothered by it and sifted his fingers through my hair, not saying much more.

He tilted his head to kiss my neck as my hands found their way to his large biceps. The hard planes felt inhumanely strong under my fingertips, making me feel dainty and precious against him.

When I tried to lift off him, he stopped me with a hand on my waist. “Wait. Let’s stay here for a second.”

I didn’t argue, resting my cheek against his broad chest. His scent was so familiar, so uniquely Xander, that it felt like the right place to be.

The fingers that were running through my hair closed into a fist so he could gently pry my exhausted head off his chest. I thought it meant it was time to leave, but Xander didn’t seem to be in a rush. He tipped my head back, and when I looked at him questioningly, he answered me by kissing me so deeply that he nearly stole my next breath.

His tongue explored every crevice of my mouth as if he had a hankering after this very opportunity. Thoughts slipped away when his fingers returned to my sex through the hole of my leggings.

My mouth dropped open when his digits started rubbing against my clit. He was still hard inside me, but he wasn’t moving, focused solely on me. I surrendered to him completely, not caring how I looked with my head tipped back, my body arched against the steering wheel.

He kept up a slow pace, circling my clit, driving me mad. With his other hand, he undid the buttons of my flannel shirt. He moved the cups of my bra down, exposing my breasts, and started worshipping them with his mouth, sucking on my nipples until I screamed and thought I really might lose my mind.

His pace remained painfully controlled even as my nails dug into his biceps. I hissed when he edged me to the brink of a climax before finally shattering in his arms.

Lethargy pulled me into the depths of an abyss, but I smiled upon realizing Xander was fixing my bra and buttoning my shirt. It was probably a part of his possessive streak, and he didn’t want to risk others seeing me in this state despite fucking me outside. The aftercare was still endearing.

I didn’t know what was happening to me, only that it shouldn’t feel this right to be in someone’s arms inside a dark car in an empty parking lot. I felt consumed by him like I had never been by a man.

The feeling lasted until he brushed back some of my hair and whispered the last thing I expected to hear. “I love you.”

I lifted my head and stared at him in the dark. There was not a thought in my mind, no way to process the declaration.

What finally broke the moment was the flash from a camera. I glanced out the window to be met with the gaze of a short man documenting our private moment from his car. As soon as the flash went off, he sped away before I could scramble out of the seat so Xander could chase him.