“Now, are you done?”

She purposely misinterpreted his question. “Absolutely not.” She began to rock back and forth, on his cock and against his hand. She wrapped both arms around his neck and pressed her smooth cheek to his wiry one.

In turn, he wrapped his arm around her, too, holding her close, but leaving enough space to continue to work her clit with his fingers. Pushing, pinching, circling, flicking.

“Crew,” she whimpered, now riding him a bit more frantically.

Up and down. Back and forth. Hitting all the right spots.

Her movements became even more frantic as she chased her orgasm.

“Baby, you need to slow down unless you’re ready to come,” his gruff voice warned in her ear.

“I’m so fucking ready,” she told him in his, not slowing down even the slightest. She ground harder against him because shewasready.

Sex didn’t have to be a marathon; sometimes it could be a fast and furious sprint and still be more than satisfying.

“Cami…”

“I’m ready,” she insisted.

“Warning you now… The second you come, I’m done.”

He said that as if it was a bad thing. “I’m okay with that.” If he stayed tonight, they had until morning.

“I doubt you’ll have a choice.”

“Then, we’ll just have to do it again.” She said that as if it wasnota bad thing.

“I’m okay with that,” he echoed her.

“I doubt you’ll have a choice,” she echoed him.

His chuckle shook her, but not for long. As soon as she began to move again, she was determined to get to the finish line this time without any more interruptions.

She evicted all unnecessary thoughts from her head and concentrated on the man whose cock she was riding.

The man who hadn’t lied about coming a second after her.

* * *

Crew kept his head down,but still managed to keep one eye on his phone and one eye on Cami as she stood over by the key rack talking to Rez.

In Spanish.

She had stopped upstairs to grab the keys to the pool car since she was heading to work a shift at Hawg Wild.

He still didn’t like it but, at this point, was smart enough to keep his mouth shut. About her being undercover at the biker bar, as well as speaking Spanish to Rez or Torres. Both of his original team members knew it got under his skin, so they did it as much as possible.

That wasn’t the only thing he was smart about. Last week he found an app that translated someone speaking one language into another.

Was it perfect? No, but it gave him the gist of what was being said.

They knew enough not to use his name, but that didn’t mean they weren’t talking about him.

And if they weren’t, he still wanted to know if she was telling either of them any trouble she was having with the Demons. Something she might not want to share with Crew to avoid him pulling her from the job.

Confidence was great but it wouldn’t get her out of a jam. And even though she was proving herself as time went on, he still worried about her being around all those outlaw bikers without any kind of backup.