Thick as Thieves (The Greystone Family: Stolen Hearts #3)

Chapter 6

6

Xander

Los Angeles

I don’t go to England or Scotland for Christmas. I hide out in LA.

I FaceTime Kell from Kasey Becker’s New Years party. I can tell he’s a bit jealous at not being here, but to be honest, the party is more show than substance. Even though there are a lot of substances available.

I go through my usual routine of drinks, drugs, and women. Gabe is draped in women, with two hanging off his arms, trying to get him to move to the dance floor. He doesn’t. And as more and more come over to him, he loses his shirt, and they look like they have started on his jeans. He’s totally out of it when Tim comes over.

“We need to get him away. He’s way too drunk to know what he’s doing.” His concern for our bandmate is evident.

“I am not his fucking babysitter. You sort him, Tim, I’m fucking not,” I retort, staring at Gabe annoyed. He’s always the same, it’s Marcus’s presence that usually keeps him in check.

“This is because Marcus isn’t here,” he voices my thoughts. “He usually keeps him this side of a coma.”

I throw my hands up. “He’s fucking thirty-seven, he needs to sort his own shit out. Maybe he needs rehab,” I put in, knowing Tim will have a fit if that’s on the cards.

“We’re going on tour, he better not need rehab,” he hisses at me before going over to move all the women away and get Gabe out alive, if not in one piece.

Levi comes over with a really petite girl on his arm. She looks familiar, then it clicks—she was one of Becky’s friends. I raise my eyebrows at him in question, nodding towards the girl.

“Sometimes you gotta go big and send messages, cos the others don’t get through,” he tells me. The girl is chatting to her other friend, again one of Becky’s.

“This is Carla,” he introduces the friend. “She works with Becky. You remember Becky, don’t you,” he asks me with a smirk. Clearly the girls aren’t bothered that Becky is a friend, or work mate. They’re on a mission.

“Are you the Xander who was in the UK with Becky?”

I look at her and say nothing, just stare, no blinking involved. She lowers her eyelids. Yep, she’ll do.

I gesture to her to lead the way into the house. I haven’t said one word to her yet. Levi and the petite girl who he’s calling Tanya are following behind us.

Carla walks into the house and I point to some stairs and she heads up. Yep, again, so fucking obvious. I open a door to three couples on the bed fucking. I leave the door open but look for another room. Next door is empty so I push the door fully open.

“Here okay?” I ask Carla. I tilt my head towards Levi. “You coming in with us?”

He nods, and looks at Tanya, who is panting like she’s ran a race.

I look at Carla. “You happy to come in with us and fuck?”

She stares at me and, even though it’s the first words I’ve actually addressed to her, I know she’ll say yes.

“Yes,” she pants out, eagerness bursting her at the seams.

I push the door fully open, and leave it the fuck open, they can shut it if they want, I won’t.

We’re well into our evening with the two girls. I’m trying desperately to drum up the enthusiasm needed to look like I’m actually bothered. I’m practically stifling my yawns. What the hell is wrong with me? I know I have the ability to detach my brain and just go through the motions, but this is getting ridiculous.

I always like to take charge, gives my brain something else to do, so I lean into that. I have one tied up on her stomach with her legs open, ankles and wrists tied together. I’m slapping her pussy with a hair brush, gentle taps, but getting harder as she gets wetter and wetter. Carla is bouncing on Levi’s cock, reverse cowgirl style. I tell Carla to lean forwards and lick at Tanya, who’s moaning out, her pussy dripping from the slaps she’s receiving. Levi smirks at me as he sits up and pushes Carla further into Tanya’s pussy. He drops out of her and enters her from behind, her arse in the air while she’s eating Tanya out.

Although I’ve lost the shirt, I’m the only one still clothed, I can’t even be bothered to get undressed. I move around to stand in front of Tanya, drop my cock out of my jeans, roll on a condom, grab her head hard and tell her to suck.

“I need your words,” I say to her. It’s a bit of a joke, being in the position she’s in.

“Yes,” she agrees, opening her mouth. She looks drunk, her eyes glassy with orgasms.

I push myself to the back of her throat, feeling it contract around my girth. I’m holding her face as I fuck it. She can’t move as she’s trussed up, she can’t get any relief from Carla licking her. “You better not come, sugar, or I’ll spank that pussy with my belt, and fuck your arse.” I hear my monotone disinterested voice, but she responds as if I’m praising her, as if enthusiasm is pouring out of me.

She moans at my dirty words, sucking harder. She’s trying desperately not to come, but Tanya has put her fingers into her and is scissoring them, clearly done that before.

Then Tim walks in.

I smirk at him as he takes in the scene. Honestly, I’m glad of the distraction.

“You need to come with me,” he says seriously.

“It better not be Gabe,” I retort. “You had him. What the fuck? Did you leave him?”

“Just come, Xander.”

“I’m fucking trying to, but you’re talking to me.”

He laughs and moves out the door. I pull the woman off my cock, jerk myself off, and push it back into her mouth to finish me off. I come in record time, filling the condom while she cries tears of ecstasy as Carla has got underneath her and Levi is licking at her now, too.

“We need to go, Levi. Leave her. Carla can sort her out.”

I sort myself out. Tying off and dumping the condom in a waste bin. Pulling up my jeans, I find my T-shirt and throw Levi his clothes. We get dressed double-quick and leave the girls moaning and groaning, building up for their fifth orgasm of the night.

“Leave the door open,” I tell Levi. “If they’re there when we come back, we’ll go back in.”

My next thought shocks me. I have no intention of going back in. Why the hell not? It’s what I have to do to try to push out any thoughts of anything else. Anyone else.

We follow Tim into another room, and the door is shut and locked behind us. Gabe is sprawled out on the bed, what looks like blood all around him.

“What the fuck has he done?” I hiss at Tim.

“I think he’s been cutting himself. It’s like those shows you all go to. I told you all not to go,” accuses Tim, his eyes never leaving Gabe.

“I didn’t try to kill myself. I keep telling Tim it’s fucking lube, but he doesn’t believe me and sent for the fucking doctor.” His eyes are wild, his voice taut.

I look closer at the bed. “Why does it look so realistic? And thick?”

“It’s got stuff in it. Goes hot and cold for extra sensation.” He's trying not to shout. “One of the girls gets it made up. She fucking loves it, thinks it burns in all the best ways,” he grins at me.

“Don’t try and wriggle out of it, it’s blood. You told me you were going for some new kinky shit.” Tim moves to the other side of Gabe. “What do you think Levi?”

Levi’s laughing and trying to put some on his little finger. “Fuck, it’s heating up. You don’t put that on your cock, do you?” He’s wafting his hands around aggressively. “FUCK.”

“She likes the burn, baby.” Gabe grins and looks more like himself.

“You telling me you’re doing this for kicks now? Setting your cock on fire, and freezing your bollocks off, literally,” shouts Tim.

“Yes, for fucks sake, YES. Let me go, Tim.”

I notice he’s tied to the bed so he can’t ‘cut’ himself. “Tim, is that your intervention strategy? Tying him up? Think that might amp him up, not calm him the fuck down.” I’m grinning like an idiot at them all.

“You lot are a load of kink chasers.”

I start to splutter out a laugh at Tim’s face, and everyone joins in, even Gabe tied to the bed.

“You just made that up, Tim,” I tell him through my laughter.

He laughs. “Probably, but it’s true. The weirder the better, and you’re all getting worse not better.” He’s got his hands on his hips. He means business.

“Can we go now? We left mid fuck,” I tell them. “In fact, I might go to the club. You coming, Levi? I need to whip someone.”

“Nah, mate, I’m going back into those two. Might fetch them on tour, if they keep that up. That’ll piss Becky off.”

“Gabe, you coming?” I ask him.

He nods. “Yep, you can whip me.” He laughs at Tim’s face.

“For god’s sake, Gabe, don’t trade Marcus for Xander. You won’t survive.” Tim puts his head in his hands theatrically. “Go for someone saner.” He shoves at me. “Leave him the fuck alone, Xander. I mean it.”

“Depends on how much he begs,” I say, eyeing up Gabe playfully.

The phone rings for FaceTime. Marcus again. I start talking automatically before I look at the screen. “Hey Marcus, want to see Gabe tied up? Just like old times for us,” I say, laughing as I turn the camera around to get a shot of Gabe.

But it’s not Marcus, it's Evie.

“Xan,” she croaks out, clearly not knowing what to say as the camera focuses in on the naked man tied up on the bed. “Is that blood? There’s a lot, what have you done to him?”

“Not me this time,” I smirk at her, trying to turn the phone camera around. She’s not getting any PG version of me, no way, she never has, so I’m not starting now. Even if it’s not blood.

“Is he tied up?” She's peering at the bed, as I’ve still not managed to get the camera to flip to me.

“Yeah, Tim thought he was trying to kill himself over Marcus choosing you,” I deadpan when I finally have her fully on screen, facing me.

“Really? Oh God, I didn’t know it was that serious,” she says with genuine concern. This woman, she’s more worried about Gabe than her husband having a man as a lover.

Tim tries to take the phone from me, but I bat his hands away, flapping at him to get lost.

“I was ringing to say Happy New Year. I’ve not had a chance to with the babies and everything.” She smiles at me, full on, and I sink into her eyes, so clear, so fucking beautiful. I don’t say anything, I’m not sure I can.

“Happy New Year to you, Evie,” Tim cuts in, managing to take the phone this time, and walks out of the room.

“Well, well, well,” says Gabe, “that’s what’s up with you then. You want to fuck Marcus’s wife”

His instinct has hit the mark. But I won’t apologise for it. Not a fucking chance. So I shrug.

“Old news,” Levi pipes up. “He’s said that before. In France and, to be fair, in Vegas. Jeez, Gabe. Where have you been looking, mate?”

Levi was always the more observant of the four of us, not so self-obsessed as Gabe or Marcus.

“At the husband,” I say, cutting to the chase. “It’s irrelevant anyway. It’s a no from both, so…”

We all look at each other, the irony making us all smile. “What a set of fuck ups,” I state and start to laugh. And once I start, we all start laughing, and can’t stop.

Tim storms back in. “Why did you show her that? She’ll stop Marcus from coming out?”

“She won’t,” I tell him. “She knows what we all are, we don’t have to hide ourselves in front of her. In fact, I won’t. I never have, and I’ve decided I’m not at all. She either deals or not.” I shrug and they all look at each other.

“Well don’t start hacking bits off each other before we get away, I can’t cope,” Tim says and unties Gabe. “I’ve stopped the doctor, paid his call out fee. I can’t wait to get out on tour. Never thought I’d say that.” Tim blows out a breath as we leave the party.