Lex (Unexpected, #5)

by Cora Rose

“And did you hear about how Fred tried to hide that prostitute under his bed last week? They’re talking about kicking him out now,” Martha says. “Serves him right,” Vikki replies. “He should have never shoved that poor lady under there. Treat her with a little respect. At least offer her the closet or the pantry.”

These ladies better stop talking about dying. I can’t fucking stand it…makes me anxious.

I don’t think anyone in my life has said it to me. Ever. Until her. I still don’t understand how someone can give that out so freely. It’s sacred. But she did. She gave it to me.

He looks like the type to thank someone after sex. I shudder at the thought. No, I want it dirty and rude.

I let my eyes run over him. “Oh, you’re a sly fox, Colin.” He smiles at me, looking much too innocent, and I roll my eyes. “Fine.”

want angst. I want longing. I want an up-against-the-wall, clothes still on because I’m that desperate for it kind of fuck.

God, it’s been a while since sex has made me pant and whine. I want to feel like an animal begging for it. Feral and raw.

Is that too much...

I don’t trust a person who can’t handle the responsibility of watering a real plant once a week.

Nope, I can’t eat him because the delectable strawberry shortcake standing before me is Brenda’s motherfucking grandson.

Oh, he’s a hard one to figure out. Like a puzzle.

Well, let me tell you, I hate puzzles. All those tiny pieces trying to be stuffed into places they don’t belong. The worst part is, I always find myself spending hours on them despite how much I hate them. It’s a bit of an unhealthy obsession. I can’t walk away until the damn thing is all put together.

Do not even get me started on missing pieces. They make me want to overturn tables...

“Everyone has emergencies, but you have to remember that an emergency on your part does not constitute one on mine.”

Oh, why, hello there. Are you a hungry bug? What kind of food do you eat, William? Brains? Small children? Rodents?

He’s one I’m going to solve. There better not be any goddamn missing pieces. I’ll set myself on fire if there are.

“I’d like a cinnamon roll and…” William forces his gaze away from me and clears his throat. “Milk.” Ah, so no brains or rotting corpses. Just milk. How fucking innocent. Like a baby. Well, looks can be deceiving. This man is anything but.

I use my finger to gently lift his chin and force his gaze to mine. “Was that your first kiss?”

A little hate tongue-fucking. I’d like that with a side serving of cum.

“Scared?” I taunt and he swallows. “Yes.”

“Well, I don’t feel like being the big bad wolf today, Mr. Walker, so off you go. Maybe I can eat you another day.”

I will keep him around forever and always.

He’s like lightning on a summer night—all heat and electricity. So fucking beautiful, and so very, very dangerous.

Such an obedient, angry man.

“Oh, sweet William Bernard, I am going to fucking wreck you if you think this was crazy.”

Well, she’s not wrong. William kisses like a sock puppet, but I still got hard as a rock.

I swear to all that is holy, I thought I was asexual. For thirty years I’ve walked through life not feeling any type of sexual interest in others.

He’s fire, and I’m a suicidal moth. I know he’s bad for me, but I can’t stay away.

There’s no way I’m making it out of here with my dignity intact.

“I am going to be all your firsts, William. Fuck, yes, please.

I sit down at his side and tentatively reach out, running my finger over his tattooed thigh. It’s a wolf, all grey and black shading. It’s almost symbolic.

I move my eyes to the other thigh and notice that it’s Little Red Riding Hood.

“You are the big bad wolf,” I mutter. “All the better to eat you with.”

He’s all metal and ink, makeup and chaos.

“Thank you,” I manage to say because my grandma didn’t raise me to be rude.

I sag a little, knowing that I’m going to cave. I’ll give him anything he wants in this moment. I’ve lost millions of brain cells just being in his presence.

Shit, maybe I attract crazy people.

He shudders slightly as he looks over his shoulder. “I’ll take care of this for you. Don’t you worry that pretty head of yours.” I nod, my breath coming out in little pants. “Thank you.” “You can thank me when she’s gone.”

He’s a psychopath. God, why does that turn me on even more?

I am a sick, perverted man, and I’ve made peace with it.

He won’t be kissing anyone else but me. His mouth is mine. His whole body is mine. I didn’t have parents and I never learned how to share.

“Do you have any other family?” he asks. “No. All I have is Emery and Brenda. And that’s all I need.” William sighs against me, his breath tickling my skin. “And me,” he whispers. Why, yes, it seems that I do.

Well, I guess I’m keeping him because the thought of him with someone else makes me want to rage.

All that quiet innocence makes you want to wreck him.

One day this kid is going to meet his match.

Oh my god, I am going to jail for this. Crazy bastards.

Were the saws really necessary?” I ask him. “I know,” he says. “But it made her take us seriously. And with my height and general appearance, I need the fucking saws, Lex.”

It’s been two days and Susana hasn’t contacted me at all and I keep staring at Lex wondering what the fuck he did.

I can’t bring myself to ask, though, because I’m not sure I want to know.

“Lexington, I don’t see anyone else when you’re around.” “Oh, fuck off.” “I’m serious. Why do you think I’ve never…done anything with anyone before?” His foot eases off the gas pedal and he quickly eyes me. “I wasn’t interested in anything like that until I saw you.”