EroticReverie

Liviana Love LaCroix

I stop in the bathroom, washing my face, going pee, and then pull my bed hair up into a ponytails, finger combing it, and then going down the creaky stairs. 

The Shaw home, while dilapidated and in needs of several repairs, was still a mansion. Not a mansion you'd see on the richer side of the Heights, but still a mansion. I lived with just my father and little sister in our mansion. A place too big for just the three of us. But this mansion? The Shaw home? It wasnt big enough for the seven of them, eight including Jagger's son , Mick. 

I smile, seeing Jagger, the second youngest, twenty years old, with his son Mick out front, strapping him into his booster seat in the back of his suv. All of the Shaw boys were named after some older Rockstar, because their parents loved rock music. Their mom especially. And apparently when Jagger had his son, he followed in her footsteps. Naming him Mick, after the same rock star he himself was named after. 

I walk over to my Mercedes , parked next to his passenger side. 

"Livvy!" I hear Mick call my name and his hand lifting and waving. I raise my hand with a smile and wave back. 

"Hey Mick" I say as I walk over and Jagger huffs, clicking the seatbelt and then stepping away from the door. 

"hi." I say with a little smile. 

"hey." he says and nods and them moves away from the door.

"Say hello, and hurry, we're running late." He says, and walks around the back of the suv. 

I just nod and then step to the open door and smile big at Mick. 

"Hey bud, missed you" I say and give him a little pinch on his cheek and he laughs, and tilts his head when I tickle under his chin.

"You always wear uncle Gibsons clothes" he points to the faded Bob Marley t shirt I'm wearing. 

"Cause she doesnt know how to keep her own on." A voice says from behind me under his breath. I turn my head, already knowing the voice. Sid. Third youngest, twenty one, with a major chip on his shoulder for anyone from the Heights. 

He gives me a sacrastic smiles. 

"Morning little swamp slut." he says. 

"What's a swamp slut?" Mick asks from his booster seat. 

"Her. She's one." Sid points to me. 

"Sid. That's enough." Jagger growls at him. "dont go teaching him that shi....that stuff." He growls at his brothers. 

"Dont you ever repeat that, and dont you ever call anyone a slut." Jagger warns Mick. 

I roll my eyes at Sid, not even bothering to respond and then force my smile back as I look at Mick. 

"I wont call you that Livvy, Daddy says not to" he says and I smile. 

"thanks bud." I say and place ahand on his head and messy it a little, then smooth it back and he laughs and grabs my hand and kisses it with a big smack on the back of my hand and I laugh. 

My eyes go to Jagger, whose head is turned and watching his son and me, I see him smile slightly, and shake his head. 

"Whered you learn that?" I laugh , Jaggers eyes lift to me, and when he notices im watching him watch us, his smile falls and he turns back around. 

"Natty says it's how princes kiss princesses when they say hello" he says, of his day sitter. I smile. 

"Oh, Im not a princess though" I say with a laugh as he just holds my hands and he plays with one of the rings on my finger. 

"yeah you are, Natty says every girl is a princesss" he says and pokes his tongue out as he fidgets with one of my rings, trying to turn it around on my finger. 

"She's what we call an Ice Princess." Sid says , still standing at my back. 

"Like Elsa?" Mick lifts his head, looking over my shoulder at Sid. 

"Yes" Jagger , his father says from the seat. "Like Elsa." he sighs, probably from his brothers bullshit, ontop of his sons fascination with me. But Jagger is a good dad. He doesnt tell his son I'm bad, that he cant like me, or talk to me, just because the rest of them wont. He isnt raising Mick to have hate in his heart, or to view me differently than anyone else. 

"We gotta go." Jagger says.

I just nod.

"Okay" I say to Mick and give his cheek another pinch. 

"See ya buddy" I say and he smiles. 

"How come you never have dinner with us, only brefkist?" He says prouncing it wrong.. 

"Cause she-" Sid starts.

I jerk my elbow back, Smirking when it connects to his stomah and he lets out an "oof". 

"I eat dinner with my family." I say and lean into the car. Press a kiss to his head. 

"See ya bud" I say again. 

"see ya Auntie Livvy!" he says, all of us blinking at him. 

"Who told you to call her that?" Jagger asks, scowling slightly.

Mick blinks. 

"Me!" Mick jabs his thumb at his chest.

"Dont call her that." Jagger says.

"How come? Is it bad like swamp butt?" Mick asks, and I bite back a little laugh. 

"No, but she's not your Aunt." Jagger says. 

Mick just shrugs. "Okay" 

Jagger looks at me. I look at him. He doesnt want him calling me that...because I dont belong here. Im not family. While he might not purposely turn his son against me or teach him I'm "bad" , or from the "Wrong side" of the Heights. He definitely isnt going to let him address me as family either. 

"Bye Jagger" I say. He just turns back, and I step back, huffing as I step on Sid's toes who is still hovering over me. 

Jagger doesnt say anthing as I push the back door shut, I wave again to Mick with a smile as they pull away.

Sid grabs my hair by the ponytail after they pull away, making me gasp. He yanks back against him, his other hand sliding over my stomach and down between my legs. 

"Sid!" I gasp, he grabs me hard between the legs.

"get off me" I jerk myself from him, his hand still in my hair and I slap his hand, he chuckles and grins down at me as I glare up at him. 

Sid, was the biggest asshole. There would never be a common ground found between the two of us. He hated me. Saw me as nothing more than soft flesh with three holes for him to use, but I wasnt sure if that was because I was from the heights, or just because I was a female. I wasnt sure Sid liked Swamp women either. He fucked them, Swamp or Heights, didnt matter. But Ive never seen him treat one with a single bit of respect. 

"C'mon LaCroix" he smirks, stepping forward as I step back. 

"When's it my turn?" he asks and backs me up against the side of my car.

"I'd rather eat glass than fuck you." I hiss at him and he chuckles.

"nah, see, i think you're lying..." he says, his large six foot four frame, same height as Gibson, and his other brother Crue. All of them ranging between six four and six foot six. Their height doesnt scare me, except for when it comes to Sid. Sid scared me a lot. Because I still wasnt sure if this psycho guy- all women are sluts- thing was an act, or if he truly believed it. 

"I think you want it LaCroix.." he says, his hands slapping to the hood of my car as he grins down at me. 

One hand slips off the roof, then grabs my hand and I gasp as he puts it right against his dick, through his jeans. 

"I know my brother can't last....he doesnt know how you rich sluts need it...bet he fucks you real nice though...soft and sweet" he says and I just stand there as he holds my hand there, even as I try to jerk it away. He groans as he rubs my hand up and down over his hard dick through the denim. 

"I wont fuck you nice....i wont fuck you soft.....i wont fuck you sweet..." he groans and I lean my head back as he dips down, his mouth coming to my ear.

"I'm going to fuck you harder than any Heights cunt has ever had it from a Shaw" he growls. 

"I'm going to fuck you like you deserve" he squeezes my hand, making me squeeze his dick. 

"Gibson wont mind, you're nothing but a pretty little toy to call to his bed, because he knows you're fucking easy....you've got the easiest heights pussy there is LaCroix...that's why I'm going to have you too....we all will....won't we?  I see the fucking way you drool over every single one of us....little slut...." he growls low in my ear and then his hand moves from mine, and he laughs low in my ear. 

"Yeah, that's right, keep rubbing it bitch" he chuckles. And i gasp,realizing. Im grabbing his dick, sqeezing it, moving my hand, playing with his fucking dick. My hand pulls away and he laughs as I scowl up at him. 

"Leave her alone." An annoyed deep voice sighs. "Jesus, you fucking jerkoffs and your love for Heights pussy. Knock it off. Get in the fucking truck." Axl says. Not looking at me, not looking at his brother. 

Axl , the oldest, the "Father" figure for most of them. The one who raised them. 

"I'm fucking you tonight LaCroix." Sid smirks. "Destroying you." he says.

"you fucking wish, you fuck" I say and shove at him and he laughs and licks his lips and looks me up and down. 

"You come to me. Or I'm coming to you. Be here by nine. Dont make me come find you." He grins and turns. I just stand there, breathing hard, shamefully wet. 

"Fuck." I exhale finally as they pull out in their truck. The other brothers filing out. Gibson stopping when he sees I'm still here. 

But as he steps down the porch, towards me, I turn and get in my car, and fucking leave.