‘Til Death Do Us Part {Chapter Thirteen}
Elorcan. Rockstar Modern AU.
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Lorcan-
The next week goes by in a rushed daze. I’m living in my new house with my wife, which in itself is still wild, but something I’m quickly getting used to. The house was the cheapest on the list Ansel put together for us, over a hundred thousand below what I was wanting to spend. I turned around and spent the money I’d saved on the house on workout equipment to turn part of the basement into a home gym. And parked next to my Camaro in the garage is Elide’s new BMW SUV.
Although she claimed she didn’t want a car, I know she likes it a lot more than she’s letting on.
Aelin and Rowan helped us move in which honestly didn’t take as long as I thought it would. All of my stuff from my old place took about a day to move and Elide’s took about the same. She was strangely sad about leaving her own apartment but I guess I get it. She had been there for years.
Anneith didn’t seem to mind. She’s lounging in a sunlit window in the living room, which is where she has spent every day of the last week.
It’s been a good week.
And it’s getting better every day.
Elide seems like she likes it here. She’s been happy every day and we haven’t had any more talk about us not being right for another. I think she’s finally warming up to the idea of me as a husband. Shit, I think she’s even starting to like the idea. Although we still haven’t fucked, she’s fallen asleep on my chest every night and we’ve woken up the same way in the morning. She kisses me more. I kiss her back and to my delight, she doesn’t stop my wandering hands.
I’m watching her now as she washes her new car - you know, the one she didn’t want. I could probably go down and help her but I’m having too much fun sitting on the porch swing, watching as her T-shirt gets wet.
She thinks I’m out here just to watch her, which, let’s be honest, is solidly eighty percent true. But there’s another reason. A reason that’s currently pulling up our driveway.
Elide’s head pops up as the massive delivery truck pulls in behind her car. I meet her at the bottom of the stairs. “What’s this?” She asks, brushing back the stray hairs that had fallen out of her ponytail.
“You’ll see.” I give her a smirk, going out and meeting the driver, signing the paperwork, and directing him on where to drop it.
Forty five minutes later, we’re on the back porch, she’s shaking her head, and I’m wearing a grin.
“You did say you wanted a hot tub.”
“I did,” I agree, and I hug her from behind. It’s become one of my favorite things to do. She’s so damn tiny and it makes her smile every time. “I thought, since we had such good communication skills while we were in the hot tub, that could be our thing.”
Looking back at me over her shoulder, Elide raises an eyebrow. “Our thing?”
“Yeah.” I turn her so she’s facing me. Her arms are around my waist and I love how freely she’s been touching me. “When we need to talk about something, we can do that in the hot tub.”
Her head falls back as she laughs and the sight is stunning. “Not as romantic as I thought our thing would be, but I guess I can’t complain. I do love a good hot tub.”
“As soon as it’s full and hot, we’re in it,” I say and I can’t help myself as I lean down to kiss her.
Her arms tighten around me and I can feel her body through her wet t-shirt. It does ridiculous things to me. Hopefully she can’t tell, but I’m sure she can. If I can feel every inch of her, she could surely feel every inch of me. The way her eyes narrow when she leans back tells me I’m hiding nothing and it only makes me grin.
Rowan and Aelin have come over a couple times, but for the most part, it’s only been the two of us. Everyone is coming over tonight, though, all of the guys and their guests. As of this morning, all papers are signed and Elide and I are officially homeowners. So we’re going to celebrate. I just don’t know if Elide is ready for a Cadre celebration. Hopefully, this one won’t get too rowdy.
For that reason, I know we won’t be using the hot tub today, or likely even tonight, but soon… Soon, I’ll get her in there.
Maybe naked, if I’m lucky.
We’re still a few hours away from everyone coming over, but I assume she’s going to want some time to get ready, so I help her finish up her car and we head inside.
A tiny, black ball of fluff comes tearing out of the kitchen, meowing and crying. The first time the cat did this, I assumed something was wrong. Now I know that it means her bowl isn’t absolutely, completely full and that’s unacceptable to her. I lean down, scooping the cat up and setting her on my shoulder. “Why don’t you take a shower and I’ll figure something out for lunch, both for us and the princess here?”
As Anni nuzzles my neck with her face, Elide chuckles. “And to think you didn’t like her only a week ago.”
I scoff, covering Anneith’s ear. “Don’t tell her that. She’ll be sad.”
Elide’s grin widens as she disappears inside and I take Anneith to the kitchen and dig through the fridge. I have stuff to grill tonight when everyone gets here, but I settle on a couple of grilled sandwiches for lunch. Once I get Anni settled, I turn on the skillet and melt some butter in the pan before making grilled cheeses with chicken. I add bacon and ranch for the hell of it and slap on some lettuce before cutting up some fruit for the side. I’m just putting the plates on the table when Elide comes down the stairs.
She’s dressed in jean shorts and a tank top, and her dark, wet hair is brushed back, just starting to dry. She hasn’t done her makeup yet and although she looks gorgeous when she’s dressed to “perfection”, I’ve found that I like her best like this. All natural.
Her cheeks turn pink when she notices me staring.
We sit together and eat as we fall into a comfortable silence with bits of small talk. I’m a little nervous about everyone coming over tonight. Talk about two worlds colliding. When Fenrys is involved, I never know how things will pan out. When I talked to Rowan this morning, he mentioned that he didn’t think Fenrys was up to anything but I don’t trust the guy for a second.
I’ve known him for too long.
Once lunch is done, I go upstairs to put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Elide is adamant that I brush my hair so I do, even though I hate brushing my hair. I tie it back anyway to keep it off my neck while I grill.
When I come back downstairs, Elide is sitting in the living room with Aelin and Rowan who have apparently shown up early. They’re all laughing about something and I take a minute to admire Elide when she laughs.
Her eyes shine the brightest when she laughs.
Gods, I sound like a Hallmark card.
“What’s so funny?” I ask as I enter the room. Elide is sitting on the couch, while Rowan and Aelin share an armchair next to the fireplace. Sitting down next to her, I drape my arm along the back of the couch.
I long to be able to tug her into my lap like Rowan and Aelin, to share space with her, but we haven’t had the PDA talk yet. We haven’t really been around anyone but each other, and when others were around, we were both too busy for me to even steal a kiss. I don’t know how she feels about it and I don’t want to do anything to push her away. Things have been going great and I can only hope they keep getting better.
“Elide was telling us about how great you and Anni are getting along.” The shit-eating grin on Rowan’s face tells me just how much he’s loving the fact that I gave the cat a nickname.
Aelin is still laughing, and when I glance over at her, I find that Elide is smirking.
It turns me on far more than it should.
Turning back to Ro, I say “Yeah, looks like one thing from this study worked out. I’ve been thinking about getting a pet.”
I hear a scoff from beside me and then Elide’s slim shoulder nudges my arm. Chuckling, she says, “You’re an asshole.”
I flash her a grin.
When we look back up, the two of them are staring at us.
Elide is the one who asks, “What?”
“Why don’t you two…” Aelin’s voice trailed off as she gestures to the two of us, flailing a bit. “You know, touch each other?”
“I literally just shoved him,” Elide replies, but her cheeks are flushed.
Wait, that was a shove?
“Bitch, you know that’s not what I mean.” Aelin looks between the two of us. “Every time Ro and I are sitting together, we’re touching in some way. His arm around me, my hand on his leg, holding hands.” To punctuate her point, she points to where she sits on his lap, as if we couldn’t notice. “You two are married, but sitting together, you look like a couple waiting for their table on their first date.”
Shrugging, I say, “Well, we technically haven’t had a first date, so.”
Elide was nibbling on her bottom lip. “We’ve only known each other for weeks…barely. And we do…touch each other.”
Aelin lifted a brow in Elide’s direction and Rowan shot me a look. I knew what he was thinking, it was exactly where my mind had gone when she said that we touch each other. Gods, I fucking wish.
But I’m a patient man.
Patient enough, anyway.
I give Rowan a subtle shake of my head that I think the girls don’t pick up on, but Aelin’s eyes snap to me. “You don’t touch each other?”
I look at Elide who still has pink cheeks but turn back to Aelin. “Mind your own damn business, Galathynius.”
Rowan snorts but he’s looking at Aelin who says, “She’ll just tell me when we’re alone, anyway.”
Elide doesn’t deny it.
There comes a knock on the door and I get up to let Gavriel in, who brought Vaughan with him. It’s nice to see Vaughan although we always seem to miss each other. We head out back to the grill and start on dinner. I’m talking with Gavriel about the seasoning I’m using on the chicken and steak kabobs I’m about to drop on the grill when Rowan comes out onto the back porch, looking sheepish.
My sentence fades as we both look at him.
“Good news or bad news first.”
When Rowan says that, they’re usually both bad news….one is typically just worse.
“Good,” I say, slowly, feeling like I should go inside and check in on my wife.
“We have a bunch of booze if you wanna drink,” Rowan says, gesturing behind him.
Gavriel sighs beside me and I feel the same as I say, “And the bad?”
“Fen and Con are here. They brought some…friends.”
I don’t like the way he says friends.
“What kind of friends?” Gavriel asks, but before Rowan can answer, Fenrys comes out with two of the most notorious girls we know on his arm. They’re sisters and you can pretty much count on them to be at every show we play. Their daddy has money so they can do whatever they want. I know they’ve slept with all of us at least once, so having them around Elide is a bad idea.
Having them around Aelin seems like an even worse idea.
“Where’s Elide?” I ask, eyes widening in horror as more and more people spill out onto our back porch.
Rowan seems to be having the same reaction I am. “She and Aelin were in the living room when I came out to warn you.”
“Housewarming party!” Fenrys hollers, approaching us. The expansive back deck has someone on every inch of it, sitting on the patio furniture, leaning on rails. Thankfully, no one is in the hot tub. Yet. He wraps an arm around each of the girls. “You guys remember Krissy and Kasey.”
We all three make noncommittal noises and awkwardly wave.
Krissy, or actually maybe that one is Kasey, says, “Thanks for inviting us over.”
She looks liable to leave Fen’s side and latch on to any of us, and that’s not something I’m interested in happening. “Yeah, you’re welcome. Fen, can we talk?”
I don’t give him an option, grabbing his arm and yanking him away from the gathered crowd.
He rips his wrist from my grip. “Ouch, man, what the fuck?”
“Why the fuck did you groupies to my house?!” I keep my voice relatively quiet, but my rage is usually calm.
He looks at me like he doesn’t understand why I’m pissed. “You said you were having a party.”
My head falls into my hand. “A housewarming party, Fen, in my new house with my new wife. You can’t just bring groupies here, now they all know where I live.”
Fenrys blinked. “They know where we live and you used to live there. What’s the big deal?”
“The big deal is that my wife was expecting a nice relaxing night with just us, our little group, and now I have all these strangers in our house,” I hiss, the words flowing out of me. “I just got her to not think I’m a total whore, now you have women here that can’t keep their fucking hands to themselves.”
Fenrys snorted. “They’re not for you. We’re taking them home.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “That’s not the point, Fen.”
“Look,” Fenrys begins and I know this tone. I don’t like where he’s headed. “Just relax. It’s gonna be fine. Have a drink. Finish making your fancy ass chicken. Turn on some music. Everyone’s going to be too drunk or high to even remember where you live. Live a little.”
Before I can kick his ass, he’s walking away and I’m searching for Elide. In the process, Gavriel is taking the kabobs off the grill before they burn. I remind myself to give him my thanks later. As I enter into the house, someone has figured out my speaker system and music is playing.
Twenty minutes.
I lost control in twenty minutes.
I find Elide standing by Aelin, watching as the crowd the twins brought with them begin to make themselves comfortable.
She gives me an exasperated look.
“I’m so sorry,” I blurt, and take her hands, forgetting that Aelin is even there. “I promise I had nothing to do with this. If you want—”
“It’s fine,” she says, although I’m not certain she means it. Weariness fills her eyes as she looks around.
“It’s not,” I said, squeezing her hands. She’d been looking around the room, her eyes searching low.
The damn cat. She was looking for Anneith.
“I’ll find Anni, get her locked up in our bedroom. And then I’ll tell everyone to leave.”
I turn to leave, but her hand catches my wrist. “No.”
When I turn, she’s gnawing on her bottom lip. “Yes to Anni,” she breathes, shaking her head. “But don’t kick everyone out. It’ll piss them off and they know where we live now…”
Of course she’d already thought about that.
“I’m sorry, I’m going to kick Fenrys’ ass—”
“It’s not his fault either,” she interrupted and I notice tears lining her eyes. She holds up her hands, encompassing the room. “This is the kind of life you guys usually live. The drinking and drugs and women. How was he supposed to know tonight would be anything different?”
I follow her gaze, taking in the debauchery that’s taking place in our home. This isn’t a rented condo or a hotel suite. This is the home I share with my wife and our oddly small cat. The home we plan to spend our future in, yet there’s a group of girls doing body shots on the kitchen counter and our living room furniture has been shoved to the far walls to make room for a makeshift dance floor.
Turning to face her, I say, “Elide, I—”
She’s gone, both she and Aelin.
Aelin is pissed at me, I can tell. Elide was right, this is how parties I throw have always gone. The more booze, the more weed and coke and pills, the more women, the better.
I look around the room, but can’t find them anywhere. I do good on my promise to Elide, promising to find Anni and carry her up to our room. I half hope she’s locked herself inside, so I can talk to her alone for a second, but she hasn’t. I make sure the cat is good and then make my way back downstairs.
After one more pass on the main floor with no luck finding Elide, I go back outside to find Rowan.
She was right about one thing. This used to be my life, I wanted to stay drunk, high, blissed out, or balls deep in someone so I couldn’t feel anything, so I could give myself the illusion of being happy. But it’s not the life I want anymore. I don’t want to do any of that shit like I used to.
Because being with Elide? I don’t have to lie to myself or get fucked up. With her, I’m happy. I’m happy whether we’re kissing or fighting, talking or yelling at each other.
And she needs to know that.
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