Eggsy Roxy Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 4 TAYLOR “Your name is Taylor Anya Fitzroy and you're an orphan. You lost your parents in an accident at fifteen and your grandpa died after you graduated from high school. You're twenty two years old, you lived in an apartment which was close to where you formerly worked as a barista at a Cafe and your boyfriend… Well, now your ex-boyfriend is Malcolm Doe.” Mr Rover listed every single information about myself while he sat before me in the mansion's living room but all I could think about was the amount of blood I just witnessed out there when he shot those bodyguards in their knees and hands.

"Of course it's not going to be enough! Even if one of you drives me home, there's not going to be enough time for me to change into something halfway decent and get back here by half past four. It's not even as though I know what the hell I'm going to—" And then I stopped, my mouth dropping open in astonishment as Roxy, trying but failing to hide a smile, came back into the kitchen, a swathe of burgandy chiffon over one arm, a pair of gold strappy sandals dangling from her fingers. "Oh my God," I murmured, all at once understanding what they'd done. "Rox!" "It was that customer this morning who gave me the idea," she said, dropping the sandals on to the sofa. "You know, the one—"

My cock was hard, her cunt was hot and wet and it felt good. Was I upset that I was committing a crime against man and nature? Not at that point in time. The little head was in total charge by then and the big head didn't have enough blood available to help it think clearly. The little head was happy and wanted things to go on forever. Roxy bounced up and down on me until I came and then she cried, "No honey, no, not yet. I need to cum Davey, I need to cum." I rolled her off me and turned so I could finger fuck her and get her off. I searched for her G spot and when I found it she went wild and I kept after her with my fingers until she calmed down.

“Um-girl, am I missing something here? What’s in this chocolate ice cream that’s making you so happy?” “Nothing at all”, Roxy replied, sliding her tongue on her own swirl “I’m just happy you are open to trying ‘new’ things and not just the vanilla because you’re used to it.” Scarlett stared back at her startled before finally understanding what Roxy meant “When did you find out?”

“I had a hunch and I metal-scanned Tequila and she did the same to me. It was in her wrist Bry. Her fucking wrist!” “Woah!” His orbs widened. “We need to get it removed quickly and really carefully.” “We already got rid of it Bry. One wrong move and I could’ve lost her.” Storm’s voice took a low tone as he ran his hand through his hair out of frustration. “That’s wild.” Bryan mumbled, still in shock. “Find the rat Bryan. For Ro- Teq, that much is true. “Yes boss.” Bryan smiled at his close slip-up. “I know she goes by Roxy, Storm.” Bryan looked up at him and Storm couldn’t wipe off the dreamy smile on his face as Bryan spoke about her.

As always, you would never save me. "Ah! So, she's close to Logan, I believe?" Her voice sounded so delighted to ask him, but why? "Hi. I'm Roxy! You are?" She extended her hand to me so I slowly looked up to her. Roxy is still clinging her arm to Kyrie's while her right hand is extended to me. I second thought if I would accept her hand or not, but I still ended up doing it after I saw how sharp Kyrie's eyes to me for making her wait.

“This condition is ridiculous. I’m telling you that I can’t give birth. Physically cannot. Every doctor has said the same thing.” “Miracles happen,” I said, but I knew she could. She huffed and looked away, frustration crawling all over her face. She didn’t know that the doctor had handed me her medical results himself. She didn’t know that her eggs were perfectly healthy. Roxy looked up again, eyes still wet but defiant. “I have conditions too.” I nodded once. “Say them.” “One,” she said firmly, “You don’t touch me without my permission.” I felt irritation stir in my chest, but I kept my face blank. “Fine.”

I grab the boxes and hurry back up to the apartment, but I'm greeted by Roxy, as soon as I walk in the door. "She's just getting her stuff from the bathroom," she points down the hall. Her robe is now open and much more skin is on display than when she first walked out earlier. I tried to walk down the hallway to bring Sydney the boxes, but Roxy gets in my way. "So, you are like a real live mountain man? Like from the TV shows?" "I don't know what TV shows you mean," I say, staring over her head towards the hallway. THat's why I don't see her move to press her boobs up against my arm. Her touch makes my skin crawl.

He asks raising a eyebrow. "James you always look like shit. And yes it looks like your cock blocking ass was too late to kill our joy, fuck yes the night was fun" Roxy says sassily before showing him the bird. "That's a shame, well good thing I'm here for the rest of the week and I'm going to be the biggest kill joy. Like for starters, go put on some pants child, you look like a 2 dollar hooker" he says in a voice which I think he thinks sounds like mom.

She understands the politics of silence better than most. The kitchen is rowdy with activity when I enter. One of the omegas is frantically trying to salvage what looks like burned toast while another hovers nervously by the stove. And in the center of it all stands Roxy, her blonde hair pulled back in a messy bun, wearing what appears to be one of my old shirts that hangs nearly to her knees. "No, no, no," she is saying, waving her hand dismissively at the young omega by the stove. "The Alpha likes his eggs soft in the center, not cooked through. Did you not know that? Do it again."