Page 19 of Crushing Clover

He was still waiting for me when I emerged.

I’d never had a thing for alternative guys, or whatever they were called, but these ones were all hot. They made Noah look like such a kid, by comparison.

“Uh—hi.”

His sexy grin made me want to hide.

He crowded me back against the hallway wall and propped his forearm over my head.

“Oh,” I said, stupidly.

He gripped my jaw and turned my face from one side to the other, his blue eyes intent. He stroked his thumb along my cheek.

“Freaky.”

“I really look that much like her?”

“The way she looked when she started dating Saint. We haven’t seen her in a couple of years, but you could be her twin.”

His eyes were intense, pinning me in place. I could almost feel the emotions rolling off him.

“She was his, but you were all involved with her?”

“We like to share.”

Why would men want to share? These guys could easily slut around or land any woman they wanted.

He leaned in and bit my lip hard enough to make me whine. When he let go, he stayed close enough to do it again if the mood struck him. “Saint agrees that you need to stay, for now. If you’re a good girl, maybe we won’t toss you to the wolves.” The corner of his mouth tipped up.

“What does being a good girl mean?”

He chuckled. “Do what you’re told. Keep your head down. Don’t make a mess.”

I nodded.

“Do you agree to being free use?”

“Free use?”

“That we can fuck you whenever and however we want.”

I hesitated, swallowing against the fear in my throat. It couldn’t be worse than working at the island resort long term, right?

“Yes, sir. That’s what I’m here for.”

His smile warmed a notch, but I wasn’t sure if it was because I’d agreed to free use, or because I’d called him sir.

Some guys liked their women submissive—maybe he was one of them. If working at the club had done anything for me, it had made me even more able to read a room then I had been as a foster kid, and that was saying something.

He leaned in, and my breathing became shallow and quick. No one had ever kissed me except Noah. What if I did it all wrong?

Rush’s lips touched mine so gently I could barely feel it. His lips brushed there, and we breathed each other’s air for a moment as I waited for him to shove his tongue down my throat. He licked my parted lips, and I found my tongue venturing out to meet his. He groaned, then deepened the kiss, pressing me back against the wall, his tongue sliding along mine, not giving me space but also not making it hurt.

I’d never liked kissing, but this was…good. He pushed his leg between mine, adding delicious pressure to my still frustrated and engorged clit. I whimpered into his mouth, and he groaned, the vibration of his chest against mine piercing me like an arrow. He pulled away, leaving my head spinning and my pulse fluttery.

I had the urge to bury my hands in his hair and pull him back down to me, but that seemed too forward, considering my role here. I shuddered as he skimmed his hands down my sides and gave me a parting kiss before stepping back.

“Like I said, try to hide in plain sight and this might work for a while.” I felt his chuckle in my chest even though he was inches away from me now. The heat in his gaze was like a narcotic.