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//-->Lovers Destined by: HMChapter 1Qhuinn stood on the terrace overlooking the crystal clear swimming pool wondering if hecould make a clean jump for it. From this angle he would probably just hit the pavement."Fuck," he whispered under his breath. Not one to ever cry, he felt the tears welling in hiseyes. The pain in his chest was becoming unbearable. The muted sounds of Blay andSaxton coming from the bedroom could not escape his mind. It's all he had been hearingover and over in his head for the past week."The night sky is just beautiful out here, isn't it?"Qhuinn squeezed his eyes shut at the sound of his cousin's voice. "What the fuck do youwant?""Those are such harsh words to use with family, Qhuinn."Qhuinn turned to glare at Saxton over his shoulder before bringing his eyes back to thepool. Maybe throwing Saxton over the terrace was a better idea. The thought of it madeone side of his mouth curl up into a grin."Not sure why you are so upset with me. Here I thought you would be happy for Blay andI.""So what is it, official now or something?" Qhuinn snuck another glare Saxton's way. Hishandsome, blonde cousin was leaning against the wall with a foot propped up behind himlooking like a young Hugh Hefner in his silk robe.Saxton shrugged. "The words haven't actually been spoken, but this week has beenabsolutely…pleasurable." The bile rose in the back of Qhuinn's throat. He swallowedhard, pleading with himself not to lose it. "I know he's in love with you. Hell, the mentionof your name is almost off limits. But you see, Qhuinn, he'll come around soon enough.He won't wait for you forever, now will he?"Qhuinn turned around to face Saxton. He leaned his ass against the railing, folding hisarms across his broad chest. "Why would you want to be with him if he's in love withsomeone else." What was he, a desperate motherfucker? The guy was good looking andsmart enough to have his pick at any male he wanted. Why did it have to be Blay?Saxton chuckled. "Someone else? You can't even acknowledge that it's you. Now whywould I want to be with him if he's in love with you, Qhuinn? Well let's see…for the sexof course." Saxton moaned. "He is quite lovely. That body of his is flawless."Qhuinn dematerialized in front of Saxton, a hard forearm to his throat, his lip curling overhis fangs. "You listen to me, you son of bitch. If you hurt him, I will rip your fuckinghead off.""Protective, aren't we Qhuinn? I wasn't under the impression that the red tear drop youwear on your face was for Blaylock and I sure as hell do not smell your bonding scent onhis skin when we fuck."Qhuinn dug deeper into Saxton's throat with his forearm. "You God damn piece of shit.I'm going to kill you." And he wanted to. He wanted to grab him by his pretty boy, silkrobe and throw him over the ledge. He wanted to look over and see the puddle of bloodunder his body after his skull was crushed against the pavement.Saxton brought his hands up to Qhuinn's arm, attempting to push him away. "Easy nowcousin. You and I both know you wouldn't do that. You wouldn't want to hurt Blay, nowwould you? Saxton's fingers tapped against Qhuinn's chest. "Not even you could find it inthat small, empty heart of yours to do that to him." Qhuinn growled. "I'm not afraid ofyou, Qhuinn. Now let go of me. I'm sure Blay will be looking for me shortly."Qhuinn kept the pressure on Saxton's throat for a few more seconds while hismismatched eyes moved over Saxton's perfect face. Suddenly remembering howunworthy he was of Blay's love, he let go and allowed his heavy shitkickers to lead himback to the edge of the terrace. He placed his large hands on the railing to hold himselfsteady."Well I better get going, it was so nice catching up with you, Qhuinn."Once he heard the door shut behind him, Qhuinn turned around and let his back dragdown the railing until he was sitting on his ass with his knees to his chest. His longfingers weaved through his disheveled black hair. If he had such a small, empty heart,then why did he feel like he had a bulldozer sitting on his chest? Why did it hurt sofucking bad?Chapter 2Blaylock stood in front of the bathroom mirror slowly buttoning his pale blue collaredshirt. He tried to focus only on the buttons, but his mind was elsewhere. This week wassupposed to help him move on and forget about Qhuinn, but in reality it had done theexact opposite. He had always imagined his first time to be wonderful and with someonehe loved, he had always imagined it to be with Qhuinn. All this effort he was putting intothis potential relationship with Saxton was pointless. He had never really been withSaxton because Qhuinn was the one on his mind every single time. It was Qhuinn's handsrunning across his chest and down his abdomen, it was Qhuinn's long, slender fingersgripping his dick and it was Qhuinn's beautiful mouth taking him all in. Just thinkingabout it now had his cock pressing against the zipper of his pinstriped pants. He looked athis face in the mirror. What the hell was he thinking? Qhuinn didn't want him so why washe pretending it to be true. A sudden knock at the door grabbed his attention away fromhis internal conversation. "Yeah," he called out. He assumed Saxton was either ready fortheir date or ready for round two of the day, neither of which he was ready for.He heard the heavy footsteps across his bedroom. It wasn't Saxton's reflection thatappeared in the mirror behind him. It was the most beautiful creation he had ever seen.Those gorgeous mismatched eyes locked on his through the mirror as Qhuinn leaned inthe bathroom doorway. "Where're you going?"Blay had to clear his throat in order to speak. No matter how many times he looked atQhuinn, the guy always took his breath away. It didn't help that he was standing therewithout his shirt on. "Dinner," he replied."With Sax?" Blay nodded. "Not going to that homophobe cigar bar, are you?""Why do you care?" He tried to pull his eyes away from Qhuinn, but couldn't manage todo so. By now, his gaze was running across his broad chest, his perfect abs and down tothe v-shaped pelvic muscle peeping out above the dark, designer jeans that rested low onhis hips. God, those hips; he wanted to grab on to those hips."You know I care, Blay.""Not really," Blay mumbled under his breath, placing his hands on the counter in front ofhim.Qhuinn folded his arms across his chest. It was something he did when he was nervous.Blay had watched him for so long that he was able to pick up on all of his gestures. "WellI do care and besides that, I need to know if I should be ready to take down some morebastard humans tonight.""That won't be necessary." He finally let his eyes pull away from Qhuinn. "We're justgoing to have dinner." The silence between them lasted for so long that Blay had to lookup and see if Qhuinn had left. "Is there something else that you needed because I shouldprobably finish getting ready?"Qhuinn uncrossed his arms and started walking towards Blay, closing the distancebetween them in two wide strides. His strong hands came down on Blay's shoulderscausing him to stop breathing. "Blay," he whispered. Qhuinn buried his face betweenBlay's shoulder blades while his hands slid from his shoulders all the way down hisbulging biceps, his tense forearms and finally stopping softly on top of his hands thatwere resting on the counter. "I just needed to see you."Qhuinn dropped his hold on Blay and backed up towards the door. Blay was staring athim through the mirror in complete shock. "If you run into any trouble, you know how toreach me. I'll be there in a split second." Qhuinn turned and walked out of the room.It took Blay a moment to get his breathing back to normal before he turned and walkedinto his bedroom. He stood staring at the door while he unbuttoned his pants to tuck in hisshirt, perhaps hoping Qhuinn would walk back in. He jumped when he heard anotherknock at the door. "Come in." He could barely speak the words.The door opened slightly. "Hello handsome, are you ready?" To his disappointment itwas only Saxton looking as dapper as ever in his black suit."Yeah, just need to grab my shoes. I'll be down in a second.""Ok, I'll be waiting in the foyer." Saxton closed the door behind him.Both of Blay's hands went to his red hair, feeling like blazing fire beneath his fingers."Fuck, I need a smoke."Chapter 3The smell of Blay, his cologne, was still burning in Qhuinn's nose. He made a beeline forthe kitchen when he saw Saxton standing in the foyer almost taking Mary down in theprocess. Rhage's shellan was standing near the kitchen entrance when he threw the dooropen. "Mary, did I hurt you?" The last thing he needed right now was to be onHollywood's shit list. That big motherfucker wouldn't think twice about taking him down."I'm fine, Qhuinn. You startled me more than anything. Are you ok? You seem tense?"Of course she would be more worried about him. Qhuinn nodded, and then took a seat atthe bar. Mary made her way to the refrigerator. "Are you hungry?"He was starving. "I'm good." With all the food that Mary pulled out of the fridge, therewas no doubt she was preparing a meal for her hellren. He wouldn't interfere with that."I'm just going to grab an apple."Mary quickly glanced up at Qhuinn and turned towards him. "An apple? I will not allowyou to have just an apple as your meal." She wouldn't allow him? He suppressed a smile.He turned his head to watch her walk out of the kitchen towards the billiard's room. Shecame back in holding a glass of whiskey and placed it in front of him. Her small handtouched his bare back. "Here you go. You should stay awhile. I could use the company.""Thanks." Qhuinn didn't understand why she was being so nice to him or why the hell shewould want his company. In general, she was probably the nicest person in the house, buthe hadn't had too much contact with her. Her and John were close and when he washanging with his buddy, he'd sometimes run across Mary. Come to think of it, he wasn'tsure if he'd ever had a real conversation with her. He took a swig of his Jack Daniel's."So, are you staying in tonight?"He shrugged. "Looks like it." He hadn't intended for it to sound sarcastic, but it did. "Imean John and Xhex are still enjoying their honeymoon."She smiled at him over her shoulder. "Ah, I see. I'm so happy for John." She placed thelid on the large pot after she stirred whatever it was she had brewing inside, turnedaround and leaned on the bar across from Qhuinn. "It's very admirable what you do,Qhuinn, putting your life on the line for John. The Brotherhood speaks very highly ofyou.""You give me too much credit. It's not like I have much of a choice. I'm just a reject witha defect." Qhuinn swallowed the last of his whiskey."Qhuinn, that is not true." She was human, she couldn't possibly understand. Honestly, hewas not in the mood for the therapy session. Qhuinn placed one foot on the ground to getup before Mary started speaking again. She looked to the ceiling with a smile on her face."I still remember the first time I met Rhage." She giggled. "He walks in the restaurant andtells me he's there to see me. I knew there had to be some sort of a mistake. Thisunbelievably handsome man would never want anything to do with a plain Jane like me."Qhuinn really looked at Mary. She was such a simple beauty, but she was a far cry frombeing labeled a plain Jane. "Anyway, long story short, he refused to take no for anyanswer." Her eyes met Qhuinn's. "I always thought of myself as an ugly duckling untilRhage touched me for the first time. He made me feel beautiful inside and out. It'samazing how love can completely change your life, can completely change how you viewyourself."Mary's hand stretched across the counter top. She softly placed it on top of Qhuinn's andstared into his eyes. "Your eyes are very beautiful, Qhuinn. They are not a defect at all.They are what make you unique. Your loyalty to John and the Brotherhood, that makesyou very honorable. You are certainly not a reject; you are a male of worth."Mary's kindness was off the charts, but she clearly believed a lie. He was called a lot ofthings, but male of worth would never be something he would live up to. He was thankfulwhen she released his hand and went back to cooking. "I'm honored that you offered,Mary, but I'm not really hungry." He stood and walked towards the door. He paused andfaced her. "Thank you," he said. She flashed a kind smile. "For the drink." He turned andpushed the door open."Qhuinn?" He looked over his shoulder. "If you ever need anyone to talk to, I'll be happyto listen." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]