I wake up early the next morning, only to find that Xavier isn't there. I call out to him, hoping that he'll respond.
"Major?"
No response. I try calling for him once again.
"Major?"
Once again no response. I sigh, figuring that he must be at work, or in his office, or just busy. I attempt to sit up, as I look around the room. I can feel my side begin to throb, and I gasp out in pain.
"Little Bear? What are you doing? You need to rest!" I hear Xavier's frantic voice as he approaches the bed.
He reaches over, and makes me comfortable. He sets me in a makeshift sitting position, using a bunch of pillows. Careful not to disturb my stitches, nor my ribs.
"Sorry. I was looking for you. I didn't know where you went." I say once my side begins to calm down.
Xavier sits on the bed beside me.
"I'm sorry Little Bear. I didn't think you would be awake already. I went and made you
Unexpectedly, Xavier bursts into the room an hour later. I try to smile, but part of me is broken. It's as though it is nearly impossible to smile.Xavier doesn't let that affect him. Rather he pulls up a wheel chair, and carefully picks me up, setting me down gently into the chair."What? What are you doing? What about what Dr Lawson said? I'm supposed to be on bed rest for a couple more days at least."I say, confused at what is going on."Well, I talked to Dr Lawson after you phoned me, and she told me that I can take you for a surprise."Xavier says, as he kneels down to look at me, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead."What? Are you sure? That doesn't sound like something she would say." I counter."That's true. She didn't quite say that."Xavier says, his tone beginning to get a bit more serious."Jax and Elena will be with us, and Dr Lawson gave me a list of things to look for to
I wake up slightly groggy from the past events. I rub my eyes, removing any evidence of sleep. I look around me, only to see that I don't recognize where I am. I'm laying on a bed, of what appears to be in an airplane? But that's not possible. None of this makes any sense.My mind begins to run rapid. Instantly I wonder how I got here. The first thing that plagues my mind is Craig and Gary.'Did they manage to find me somehow? What if they had another tracker inside of me? What if they've been watching this entire time?' I begin to think to myself. The air becoming thicker, the more my thoughts begin to run.'Where's Xavier? Did they hurt him? What if he's dead? What if they killed him?' The idea of losing Xavier becomes too much. I sit up, grimacing from the pain. But I don't care. I try to lean over, in order to make it easier for my lungs to fill with the much needed oxygen that they're being deprived of. I begin to gasp, no longer able to get enough ai
...Two Months Later...The past two months went by smoothly. Jax quickly turned into one of my trusted confidants. He would surprise me before picking me up to take me to work with my favourite latte in hand. When I was having a bad day, or just needed an escape, he would take me to some of his favourite places. He took me to an outdoor mini putt, bowling, the movies, even paint ball. I never got a chance to do any of these things when I was younger, so it was like I was a kid all over again. Getting the childhood that I deserved. I felt free for the first time in my life. I loved trying all these new things. Occasionally Xavier would join us on some of the outings.My favourite time was always the weekends though. As promised, Xavier gave me every weekend off, including Fridays. Fridays were typically spent with Jax, as he got me to try new things. In a way it was like a play date. Nothing romantic, just fun. Each Friday Jax would plan something
An hour later, I feel myself waking up. New found energy taking over. I turn over, and find Xavier still there. He hasn't moved since he started laying with me. Intent on making sure I'm ok. I reach over and move a piece of hair that is blocking his face. I lean in closer and kiss him. He backs away slightly to analyze me. Making sure I'm truly ok. I smile at his adorable reaction, and take the initiative to move closer to him once more. This time, rolling him over, as I lay across him, kissing him.Realizing I'm not made of glass, Xavier begins to answer my kisses. I reach lower, and grab the material of his shirt. Slowly moving it up, exposing his perfect muscles. Transfixed, I stare at him, as his muscles constrict and tighten as he begins to tense up. I move my hand slowly up his toned torso. My fingers delicately moving over every muscle. Burning it to memory. I pull his shirt off, a coy smile forming on his face. Straddling him, I remove my shirt. His hands instinctivel
...Xavier POV...I get back to work, trying to focus, but my mind keeps wandering to this afternoon. Sex with Lexi is truly amazing. Transformative really. Every time with her is different. We never know what to expect, we simply follow our intuition. Both of us are givers which makes it all the more exciting. I receive more pleasure when I'm able to pleasure her. I know she's the same, so sex has become a sort of competition between us. Today was no different. I just had a massive rush. Seeing the way she was pleasuring herself using my member was such a turn on. She knew exactly what she was doing to me.I can never get enough of her. While making her orgasm until she passes out, was not my intention, I was amazed by how well she did. I got her to orgasm nearly fifty times. A smirk appears on my face. One that I can't remove even if I tried. She truly makes me so happy. Even my staff have seen that change in me. The work that she's doing here h
I wake up in a dark room. I don’t know what time of day it is, because there aren't any windows. The walls, floor, and ceiling are all the same. Just a dismal looking grey. I search around the room, trying to find a door, or any way of escape. I look down at my body. I still haven't had a chance to assess my injuries from the accident. Apart from some cuts and scratches, I seem to be ok. I sigh in relief that I made it out of that wreck, for the most part unscathed.Suddenly, a light appears, but before I have a chance to see what's happening, I’m pulled backwards by my hair. Someone is pulling me, I grab at the hands holding me, hoping that I can get them to break their hold on me. They continue to drag me by my hair, I cry out in pain, trying to stand up, to make the pain ease. They reach a door, then they release their grip, only to push me into the room. I fall to the ground. I don’t move for a moment trying to get my bearings. I try to sit up, to get a
“You’re already so wet for me.” Gary takes two fingers and rubs them around my entrance. He pulls them out shortly after, and holds them in the air, in front of Xavier, where you can see his fingers dripping from my fluids. The liquid begins to drip onto Xavier's lap. Gary then reaches into me one more time to lap up some more liquid. He then brings his hand over to Xavier, and puts his fingers inside of his mouth. Forcing him to taste me. He brings them back once more, then forces his fingers in my mouth. I spit it out, only to be slapped across the face. My head spins at the sudden pain. It takes a moment for the stars to go away, before I can get my head to stay straight."Please! Stop! Don't hurt her!" Xavier exclaims, trying his best to save me, the only way he can in this moment. However Gary and Steve could care less about his cries, they're too involved with torturing me.Gary suddenly thrusts his fingers inside of me while s
Behind me, Xavier gently and discretely pulls my arm back, his hand reaching for the knife. Before Steve has time to understand what's happening, Xavier grabs the knife, and throws it with complete precision and accuracy into his skull. I see his body slowly react to what has just happened. His knees bow down to the ground, where his body falls down in a dead drop shortly after. Steve is lying on his back, with the knife sticking out the front. A pool of blood forming at his side. Stunned, my mouth falls open. I turn to Xavier impressed with what he's just done, only to see him collapse to the ground. I quickly reach for him, and help him to stand up.“We need to get out of here.” I say to no one in particular, wrapping his arm around my shoulders, helping him down the alley way. Holding Xavier up, I look around for anything that can help. I look over to see an old ford fiesta. Together, we make our way to the car. I rest Xavier along the passenger