Page 137 of Crew
He nodded, laughing as his fingers found my entrance. All laughter stopped immediately.
I groaned again. "Oh, fuck." I grabbed the back of his hair as his finger slid inside.
It felt so good, so damned good.
I bit my lip, wanting him to move, knowing it'd be torment once he did. I'd want them in me again and again. Then he began thrusting. He moved deeper and deeper, adding a second finger, and I arched my back.
His mouth found my throat, moving down. He moved my shirt out of the way, stretching it so his mouth could find my breast. His fingers kept going. I reached down, grabbing his wrist, but I didn't stop him. I couldn't. I just wanted more. I moved with him, and as his teeth and tongue found my nipple, I cried out. His mouth was on mine instantly, drowning out my cry, and I could only lie there, captive to what he was doing to me. It was a goddamn ride, until I neared the edge, and then I was over it, and I trembled. He kept kissing me, his fingers staying in me until my body stopped shaking.
"Cross," I moaned. I reached for him. I wanted him on me again, and he followed.
He moved over me, but he didn't go inside. Not yet.
I felt him there. He wanted to slip in, but as I panted, he rested his forehead on mine and grinned down. His eyes burned with need. Mine must've looked glazed. I was still trying to catch my breath. I felt frenzied and sweaty, all at the same time.
He ran a hand down my arm. "You okay?"
"You ask me now? After that?!" I grinned, and then his mouth caught mine again.
We kept kissing long enough for those fingers to move back inside me and bring me to a second climax. Long enough for me to reach for him and do the same.
I felt wrapped in a cocoon afterwards. I was warm. I was safe. His arms held me, only pulling away once. I was cold for a split second, but then he was back, holding me, and he pulled the blanket over us.
I slept after that.
Cross was gone when I woke. He left me a text saying he'd heard the guys getting up and slipped out to meet them. When I padded barefoot out to the kitchen, no one was there. It was four in the afternoon. That meant both Channing and Heather would be at their bars, and the guys would be wherever. It was a Saturday, so they were probably hanging out at Jordan's or waiting to find out where the party was tonight.
I called Channing.
"What's up?" he answered.
He wasn't in his office. I could hear conversation and music behind him.
"Do I have to work tonight?" I asked.
"Uh..."
He could use the help, and we both knew it. And if he didn't need me, Heather would. Manny's had only gotten more popular once Ryerson's crew started hanging out there on a regular basis. Or I should say, once Heather had allowed them back. She'd kicked all Roussou people out for a while. But when word got out about the brawl, it didn't deter anyone. It had the opposite effect. Girls from even Frisco were driving over. Bad boys could be addicting, and thinking of that, images of this morning flashed in my mind.
I grew heated all over, feeling Cross above me, inside of me.
"You know what?"
My brother's voice was like a cold shower. Instant air conditioner.
"Yeah?" I tightened my grip on the phone.
"You've been working every single day since your suspension. You're good with me. Take the night off and tomorrow too."
My mouth went dry from shock. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah. If you still want to earn a paycheck, we can talk about regular work hours, but you start school on Monday. Just don't fuck anything up, okay? Not right away."
"Yeah. No. I won't fuck up. I promise."
He laughed dryly from the other end of the phone. "Don't get crazy. I know how crews work."
"Yeah." Nervous laugh. "Right." Fuck. I felt like an idiot on the phone with my brother. What was happening to me? "And Heather is good too?"
