Like a Fox (10 page)

Chapter 14

At promptly nine o’clock Vic comes into the café, only meeting my eyes for a fraction of a second before going to his usual table.

I take in a deep breath and head over. He left me early this morning with a kiss on the head, wanting me to stay home and rest. I told him I was feeling better. He tried to argue. He lost.

“Morning,” I greet. I want to shout “Who was that woman? Tell me now or somebody gets hurt!” Instead I follow it up with, “The usual?”

Vic unfolds the paper, “Please.”

I usually find it amusing that we still continue our mornings in the same manner, when normally the night before he had his dick shoved somewhere in me. Today I find it annoying.

He glances up from the paper, waiting for me to say more since I’m still standing there.

“We’re out of iced tea.” I lied, we aren’t. Should I feel bad? I’m upset and I haven’t even heard his side yet, but it’s not like I’m spitting in his food.

He doesn’t skip a beat, focusing back on the paper, “Coffee’s fine.”

My heart thumps as I leave to put in his order and get him a cup. I grab iced tea instead.

Vic eyes it but doesn’t comment. He only has it refilled one more time before Maya shows up. I try not to take it personally that normally by now he would be on his third or fourth glass.

“Has he said anything?” Maya whispers around a bobby pin as she pulls her hair back.

“It’s been just like every morning.”

“Well that’s good. At least he’s not being weird.”

Very true. It does nothing to ease my mind though.

Maya’s bobby pin drops from her mouth to the ground, her hands frozen halfway from securing the hairband in place, eyes wide, “That’s her.”

I follow her gaze to the front door, where a woman has just entered with big Jackie O sunglasses, red lips, and dark hair that is perfectly groomed in big soft curls reminiscent of the nineteen-forties. She has a slender hourglass shape, her black dress clinging to every curve, her toned legs attached to red heels.

“Oh fuck,” I quietly breathe out. “You didn’t tell me she looked like
that
.”

“Can you blame me?”

“No. Thank you.” I wouldn’t have slept if she had told me the woman looked like some black and white film chick in a private detectives office.

The sides of the woman’s red painted lips tilt up as she removes her sunglasses, eyes aimed at Vic.

Everyone’s heads turn to follow as she makes her way to his table. Not because she’s gorgeous, which she is, but because no one in this town has seen anything like her. Not even the rich European tourists look this put together.

The sound of her heels clicking on the floor has Vic glancing up, a rare sound in here.

No sign of recognition crosses his face; it remains impartial and expressionless like always.

She slides into the empty chair across from him with the kind of grace and sophistication one is bred with.

“Shit,” I grumble.

“Yup,” Maya agrees.

They stare for a moment, then Vic folds his paper back up and places it next to his almost finished plate, “What are you doing here?”

The woman smirks, placing her black frames on the table and draping one toned leg over the other. She leans back into her chair, lazily bringing an arm to rest on the back so most of her body is facing the restaurant. Her eyes that can only be described as calculating are on Maya and I. “So which one is she?”

“None of your business,” Vic sneers under his breath, but the café has grown eerily silent and it carries through.

The woman makes a tsking noise with her tongue. It gives you a glimpse of her perfect white teeth, which appear whiter from the red lipstick, her pink tongue vibrant.

She points a red nailed finger at Maya, “Is it the bohemian one?” The woman pauses, scanning Maya up and down. I don’t know this woman so I’m only assuming, but she appears to be having fun with this, as though it’s one big game designed for her amusement. “No, she’s too obviously beautiful.” Now her eyes have landed on me, her smirk becoming Cheshire-cat-like, “It’s her.” She doesn’t point at me, but she scrutinizes me harder and longer than Maya.

“Leave,” Vic demands.

The woman motions me over, “Excuse me, can I get a cup of coffee, please?”

I don’t move. Maya nudges me out of my shock. I float through the movements like a dream. I bring over the hot mug, thankful my hands are not shaking. That would be embarrassing. I place it down too heavily and my hand jerks from nerves, sending some splashing over the side. Damn, I was so close.

“Can I get you something to eat?” Good, that’s good. I’m proud of myself for sounding normal. I don’t look at Vic. I can’t.

“She’s not staying,” Vic is stern, leaving no room for argument.

The woman reaches for a menu on the table.

Vic’s hand grips around her wrist and they have a silent conversation that I can’t begin to understand. Vic remains stone-faced and the woman still seems highly amused by it all, like we’re having a murder mystery party and she’s deciding what roles everyone is playing and it’s all just so merry and wonderful.

She waves to Vic’s plate, “I’ll have whatever he’s having.”

“Vikki,” he warns, dropping her wrist, the skin red from his grip.

“Great,” I smile, or at least I try to but spasm a bit from the effort. This woman has me unhinged with nerves. “I’ll go put that order in.”

“Wait,” she gently places the tips of her fingers on my forearm, her touch cold, sending goose pebbles up my arm. “Can you join us?”

“No,” Vic states firmly.

That’s when I’m able to shove my nerves to the side. I straighten out my posture and give her almost as cunning of a smile as she has on, “I’d love to.”

“Wonderful.” She smiles, and it’s a cross between a cat that just caught the mouse and the cat as it’s ready to pounce on the mouse. And that’s exactly how I feel right now, like I’m about to become her next meal.

“No,” Vic states again, more firmly.

I smile far too sweetly, not looking away from the woman, “I’ll put in a double order.”

Now the woman seems even more amused, “Perfect. Shall we move to a larger table?”

“No,” Vic now demands in a voice loud enough it booms through the room.

I gesture to a four person table, “I’ll have my sister prepare it.”

I leave, wanting to have the last word. I have a feeling it will be my one and only shot.

Maya passes me. “You sure?” She says under her breath.

I give a curt nod and my sister, being the awesome sister that she is, prepares the table, helping to move over all the stuff. Vic places a firm hand on his plate when Maya tries to move it.

“Fine,” the woman says, a gleeful twinkling in her eyes. “She and I can eat without you.”

Vic grumbles something I can’t hear while he picks up his plate himself and switches tables.

I wait to join them until our food is ready. I’m wondering how the hell I’m going to get any of it down.

Maya hands over the two plates, “Wiggle your nose and nod your head if you need my help.”

“I’m not some genie in a bottle.”

She gives me a “whatever” look and a shrug.

I wiggle my nose at her for practice, because honestly, there’s a good chance I’ll need her.

She nods with a smile.

Vic is glaring the woman down and she’s watching every move I make. I’m pretty sure that she just saw our nose wiggles. I hope she can’t read lips. That would be even more embarrassing than spilling her coffee.

I place her plate down followed by my own, taking a seat next to Vic. I glance over at him, wanting him to acknowledge me, to give me some insight as to what the hell is going on. He, of course, doesn’t.

The woman begins eating her food as though it’s just another day and we do this all the time.

Vic and I stare at her.

“I’m Freya,” I say. “And you are…”

I sound more hostile than I had intended. I hadn’t wanted to be friendly but I didn’t want to come across as a jealous girlfriend either (which is exactly what I am, I’m just praying she’s not too).

She feigns surprise, placing a hand to her chest, “You mean Vic hasn’t told you about me?”

“He’s too busy fucking me to really talk much.” I can’t believe I just said that (and so coolly too).

Vic chokes on his sip of iced tea. Getting a reaction out of him alone is a feat I’m proud of, but the shock on
her
face makes it even better.

She leans back, arms crossed, and all amusement has vanished.

I think I just unintentionally amped up whatever game we’re playing.

I recognize her look. Vic gets the same one, their brown eyes identical right now as I look back and forth between the two, waiting for one of them to say something.

The woman takes a long drink of her coffee, eyes on me. She holds it in her hands while she talks, “Want to know how I knew it was you?” She doesn’t wait for an answer, “Besides him always picking a new girl every time, you also fit his type. Or at least at first you appear to: reserved, a little timid even, but I see why you’re different,” she sets her mug down, sitting up straighter. “You’re not really those things.” She looks to Vic, “You like that about her? That she wasn’t what you expected?”

“Yes,” he answers truthfully, unapologetically.

“You like her spirit.”

Vic now sits back and crosses his arms in the same manner she had minutes ago. I’m beginning to find many similarities between the two, both in mannerisms and features.

She takes a bite of egg, “Is she worth it?”

“Yes.”

An emotion flickers across her face. Hurt? Sadness? Disappointment? I can’t be sure. She gets up, the chair sliding out from under her. “Excuse me.” She places her sunglasses back on and walks out.

I expect Vic to go after her, but he goes back to eating his breakfast.

“Who was she?” I ask a minute or two later, still staring at the door she vacated.

“My sister.”

Chapter 15

“That was his sister?!” Maya exclaims, open-mouthed. Vic had just left and she’d pulled me into the back for privacy.

“Yup.”

Maya throws her hands up in the air, “Thank the lord!”

“Amen,” I agree.

“I’m so relieved. I was seriously shitting myself for you.”

“So was I.”

“Did he say anything more about her?”

I give her a look and raise my eyebrows.

Maya rubs her elbow, “Right, Mr. Talkative and all. Are you going to find out more?”

“I’m going to try.” I think I deserve some answers.

“Good. I’m still not sure about it all.”

Sadly, I’m not either.

After my shift I go to the employee bathroom and splash some water on my face, taking a deep breath as I soak up the droplets with a paper towel. My hips dance to one of my favorite songs coming from the kitchen. It perks up my mood. I love how music can do that, how it can uplift you and give you the confidence you’re seeking.

I head to the office where I keep my blazer. The door’s always open so I step in, moving slightly to the right. I grab the jacket hanging on one of the wall hooks.

“You’re wasting your time.”

I jump at the sound of the voice behind me, whipping around to find Vic’s sister sitting in my father’s office chair behind his desk. She’s resting back into it with crossed arms, zoning in on me.

I place a hand over my heart as it beats furiously against my chest, “Jesus, you scared the shit out of me!”

She appears not to care.

“How did you get in here?” You’d have to pass through the kitchen or front entrance in order to get back here, and she’d definitely be noticed.

Vikki ignores my question, “My brother’s not the type of man you should be in love with.”

“Who says I am?” I take a defensive stance, still wondering what she’s doing in here all stealthy and mysterious. I shouldn’t be surprised that Vic’s sister is just as strange as him.

She raises a brow in the same manner Vic would, “It’s the real reason I knew it was you. You looked crushed, your sister looked shocked. I knew it had to be you.”

My next words are full of bitterness, “I thought it was because I was his type.”

She smirks in that cunning way I’m beginning to hate, “Oh you are. You
definitely
are.”

My stomach drops at her tone. She makes me feel about two inches tall. “What are you doing here?”
And get the hell out
, I want to add, but don’t.

“I wanted us to get to know each other better.”

I have a feeling me getting to know her in this scenario isn’t going to happen.

“That would be wonderful.” I’m being sarcastic, of course. I can tell she knows and it only seems to make her happy. “We’re going out tonight. You should join us.”

She gets up and walks around the desk, her fingers trailing along the wood behind her, hips moving seductively. “Wonderful.”

Her matching sarcasm has me smirking right along with her.

She stops at the door, examining me, “You know, I think if my brother wasn’t so fond of you I might actually like you.”

“I wish I could say the same.”

She throws her head back and laughs, placing on her sunglasses. “I’m glad I decided to come. This is going to be fun.”

I watch her leave. She has just as good of an ass as her brother. I’m envious.

I wait a minute, needing to regain my composure before I leave.

I pull on my blazer, the day remaining chilly as I exit.

Vic is there on the phone. He hangs up as soon as I reach him.

“We’re going out tonight,” I inform him, not giving him a choice. “Your sister is joining us.”

He acknowledges me more like a business meeting is about to happen and he’s prepared, “I’m aware.”

We begin our walk to my home.

“She showed up in my dad’s office.”

“Mm. She tends to do that.”

I glance over at him, “What? Show up uninvited?”

I catch a half-smile from his mouth. “Yes.”

“She reminds me of you.”

“We’re twins,” he nonchalantly adds.

“That’s great,” I say with much intended bitterness. “It’s so fucking great that I’m just now learning about her when you seem to know pretty much everything about me. I guess that’s what it’s like to be one of the many
girls
you choose.”

“Don’t let her get to you,” is his response.

“Okay,” I respond back, like it’s that easy.

“Freya,” he sighs. “I’m serious. She’s a hard person to be around.”

“Okay,” I repeat. What else is there to say?

As soon as we enter my place I head upstairs, “I want to shower.”

Vic moves to follow. I stop him with my palm, “Alone.”

He doesn’t look pleased, but takes a seat on the couch anyway.

I take a long, hot shower since my sister isn’t here to bark at me about wasting water and how we only have this one earth, and how we’re all using it as though it’s bountiful, etcetera, etcetera. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for conserving and not being wasteful, but dang it, sometimes a girl needs some extra time in the shower.

While I let the hot water pound on my shoulders, I remind myself that Vic’s sister is human just like I am and to not let her make me feel so small and unworthy. She obviously has issues with her brother liking me and that’s not my problem. It’s hers.

When I’m finished I lightly dry my body off with a towel, leaving my skin damp enough that my moisturizer will easily glide on, then I comb out my wavy hair with my fingers. I scrunch in some coconut oil on the ends for some healthy shine and to keep the waves more of a ‘beach babe’ look and less ‘cavewoman fro.’ With a towel wrapped around my body, I go to my room to decide what to wear. I pull out my favorite navy blue maxi dress and pair it with a thin brown belt. It makes my boobs look bigger than they really are. Next I slip on my booties and grab my blazer from earlier on the way downstairs.

Vic is sitting on a chair with a leg bent over his thigh, taking me in. I do the same, both of us visibly admiring the other. Everything about him draws me in, from the way he holds himself so sure and confident in who he is, to his dark features that are so incredibly handsome they make my stomach flip over when I look for even a second.

I haven’t touched him in over twenty-four hours and my body feels it from head to toe. I need him like I need air.

Once I reach Vic I lift the bottom of my dress up so I can straddle him. His bent leg goes down, his hands at my hips, helping me. They then move to my bare buttocks, kneading into them. I place my lips to his, ease in my tongue, and slowly, almost torturously, play with his. His hands are still kneading into my butt cheeks, moving them so all the best places are rubbing against his hard cock that is straining against his pants.

Vic shoves my thong to the side, easing his fingers between my folds, and his breathing gets heavy when they glide effortlessly from the dampness already there. “So wet.”

His W’s come out sounding like V’s and it always,
always
, sends a shiver down my spine. His voice alone is a drug to my senses.

I reach to unzip him, whispering into his ear, “You do that to me.”

Vic’s other hand curls into my hair, taking hold of the strands and tugging them back as his eyes bore into mine, “You’re the only woman I’ve ever
wanted
.”

I know he means it. His brown eyes are transmitting more emotion behind them than I have ever seen on him or anyone else.

We kiss like if we stop we won’t survive.

His tip is at my entrance, teasing its way in, when the door opens, Maya’s familiar voice carrying through. I groan, my head falling to his shoulder in disappointment, while Vic pulls down my dress enough that my behind isn’t on display.

Maya and Keith are arguing, something regarding politics. He’s a Republican (my dad almost refused to let us date because of that) and she’s Peace and Freedom Party. They argue at least once a week about their views, pissing each other off enough that they won’t speak for a few days. I refuse to tell them (or anyone) my voting choice, hating the way it divides people.

Vic shifts enough that his cock slips inside me. I gasp, biting into his neck, hoping they won’t hear.

Flynn follows behind, playing mediator, trying to not let this turn into a full-blown fight that leaves them both crabby and refusing to be in the same room as the other. They turn on Flynn, who is a Democrat. He holds his hands up in surrender, always giving up when they try and bring him into the mix.

“How about you, Vic? What are your thoughts?” Keith probes, looking for someone to back him up.

Vic moves in his seat again like he’s trying to get situated and I curl in my lips to not groan out load from how it takes him deeper inside of me. “I’m not a citizen.”

“Where are you from again?” Keith questions, more accusatory than necessary.

“Eastern Europe.”

I laugh. Everyone else frowns, not amused by his vagueness. I think Vic does it on purpose, toying with everyone; his brand of humor.

The debate continues and I try to slide off of him. Vic has other plans and his hands firmly bring me back down. My eyes close, mouth parted from the sensation. I clench around him to make him in agony just like me. His face reveals nothing, but I know it got to him by the jerk of his cock inside me and the brief tick of his jaw.

I break up the dispute the best way I can think of, “Vic’s sister is joining us.”

All conversation stops, just as I had assumed would happen. I’m twisted enough that I can see them. It’s clear that Maya has already informed them all about her.

None of them have clued in that Vic has his dick inside of me. It makes me wetter. This is by far the naughtiest thing I have ever done (so far).

“This should be interesting,” Flynn grumbles, knowing his girlfriend will get involved; she’s very protective of her younger sister.

“No shit,” I agree. On the other hand, it might be fun seeing Maya and Vikki interacting.

Maya goes up to change and Flynn follows. They are experts at quickies.

Keith fishes out his cell and calls his wife, finding out that her, Liza, and Ray are already waiting for us. When he goes to use the bathroom I begin rocking my hips, grinding down as hard as I can, Vic’s strong hands clamping around my waist. I lift the front of my dress so he can watch the way I’m wrapped around him. His hands lift me up, stopping at the mushroom head, and gliding me back down. He becomes mesmerized, doing it over and over until Keith returns.

Keith lights up one of Maya’s pipes and offers Vic some, already knowing my answer will be no. Vic declines. When Keith goes into the bathroom again to find a way to mask the smell (Chloe doesn’t like it), I reluctantly ease off of Vic.

Vic nods down at his erection, my juices coating his cock, “Lick yourself off me.”

I drop to my knees, pulling him to my mouth and sucking it all off. His hands are in my hair, pulling himself down to the back of my throat. I love it when he’s rough. I know women would criticize me for it but I don’t care. It’s hot and it drives my libido insane.

Vic yanks me back up with a pop, sliding his painfully hard looking dick back into his pants and pulling me onto his lap at the exact moment Flynn and Maya come into view at the top of the stairs.

Shortly after, we leave. The night air is much colder than I had anticipated. I snuggle up to Vic’s arm as we walk.

Vic’s voice is low enough for only me to hear, “You have me at a very dangerous point, Freya.”

“So do something about it,” I challenge. I’m aching to the point that I’m not sure I’m going to make it all night without some sort of release.

“I’m tempted.” The words linger in the air.

We go to one of our favorite bars when we’re in the mood to dance. Their dancing floor is small, but the DJ knows us and always plays our favorites.

Vic has the others enter before us, taking my elbow and moving to the side, “You get uncomfortable, you tell me.”

I nod, not wanting to be redundant with more okays.

He brings his lips to mine in what was supposed to be a quick kiss, but we’re both incredibly turned on from earlier and instinctively react by entwining our tongues, hands weaving into hair, his still-prominent erection grinding into me. In return I rub against him like a bitch in heat, having no shame that we are on full display for any passers-by. I could really care less at the moment.

Vic brings his mouth to my ear, “We survive this, I’m going to fuck you so deep and hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

I groan at the idea, clamping my sex in anticipation, and we kiss for another minute, sloppy from us both being overcome with arousal.

A “tsk” noise distracts us.

Vic’s sister is a few feet away, dressed in all black again, with red lipstick and heels. She switched out her dress for skin-tight pants and a fitted top that hugs around her breasts. I want to ask where her Pink Ladies jacket is, but figure that would probably just amuse her and I don’t want to make her amused.