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His hand smacked against my ass. I yelped. “That’s my girl. Don’t you fucking come, though.”

I smirked as I pillowed my head against my arms. I was going to anyway. How the hell was I supposed to stop at this point? Then he showed me how.

He buried himself deep and held still.

“Lock!” I moaned. I tried to grind back against him because I’d been on the very edge. All I needed was a little more friction and I’d be there.

He held me still. “Want to beg me now, Baby Girl? Tell me to make you come.”

I huffed out a breath because I was competitive enough that I didn’t want to lose this dumb little game I’d started. But I also really wanted to come. Didn’t matter that he’d already given me one orgasm. That one was a distant memory while my body raged at me to finish what was started.

He smacked my ass again and the bright little pop of pain turned into a deeper pleasure.

I never would have thought I liked having my ass smacked, or my hair pulled, but I did. I especially liked what he was doing now, which was rubbing little circles on the ass cheek he’d just spanked. Then he did it again and the tickling sensation morphed into a light pain and back into more pleasure. It was a weird phenomenon and not one I was going to examine right now.

He started fucking me again and I groaned in relief. I didn’t want to lose, but I wanted this. Him. The way he felt inside of me, hard and hot. He started teasing my clit with his fingers again and I was lost. The pleasure he gave me was intense. I was going to come, whether he wanted me to or not. And then he stopped again.

“Liam!” I snapped.

“You know what I want,” he said into my ear as he leaned over my body, covering me with hot hard muscle. “Give it to me, Keely.”

“Fuck me,” I wailed, not caring about losing anymore. “Make me come. Please!”

“What a good girl,” he said, then he leaned back up and started fucking me hard.

He gave me exactly what I needed, his finger slipping over my clit as his cock battered my pussy. I came. It was like fireworks exploding inside of me and he kept right on fucking me through it. His pace slowed but he kept on moving and the aftershocks from that first orgasm turned into a second, then a third.

By the time we finished, I was a quivering, boneless puddle and I’d begged so much, I lost my voice. Somewhere in there he’d finished too, and now we were lying on the bed, breathing hard and wrapped up in each other. I didn’t even think about losing the game—because really I’d just won—and just cuddled into him with a little sound of happiness.

CHAPTER 34

Lockout

Stepping into the room we held church in, I paused when I saw three more screens up on the wall where our one usually hung. Rip had sent me a text to meet him here.

I’d left Keely sleeping upstairs. We’d both needed that release of tension, and though my thigh was aching a bit, I wasn’t about to wait another five days of not fucking again. Ever. That had been worse torture than the leg.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Busy fucking some shit up.”

That hadn’t come from Riptide, who was head down, hammering away at his laptop. Glancing back up at the screen, I saw Glitch grinning at me. “Sounds like a good time. What’s it mean?” I asked Cypher’s techie.

“It means we’re about to give you a present,” a female voice replied.

Staring at the blacked out screen next to Glitch, I raised my brows. “Take it you’re Switch. Why can’t you assholes find names that don’t rhyme?”

Her laughter filled the room. “Like I knew this guy when I chose it.”

She had a point. Glancing over my shoulder, I found Rip grinning at me. “Check out the right hand screen, Lock.”

I studied it, crossing my arms over my chest. “Looks like a bank account,” I announced. The screen split and suddenly I was looking at six. “Okay.”

“Glitch managed to follow the money from that tech crew you took out,” Rip said, neck bent once more. The sound of three sets of keyboards clacking was grating at my nerves.

Then it clicked. “Wait a fucking minute. You telling me those’re Hangman’s accounts?” I asked, stunned. “No fucking way.”

“Fucking way,” Glitch said with a toothy smile. “Bastard thought he was so untouchable that no one would find his suppliers or be able to trace his money.”

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