Page 19 of Crew Princess
He was going to be without his family, unless…
God. I couldn’t think that.
...he went with them?
Just the thought of that hit me hard in the chest. Pain sliced through me, and I felt tears welling up. If he went with them? I was supposed to stay here. That’s how it was. Channing was here. Roussou was my home. I was ride or die, and that meant with my home too. I just knew it was not in the cards for me to move. Here, I could survive. Here, I could live. Somewhere else… That wasn’t how it was supposed to go. I felt it in my gut, so if he went…
What would I do?
“Shit,” he cursed again.
“Yeah.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah.” I felt a tear forming. It hadn’t fallen yet.
He ran a hand over his face, rolling back to me. Seeing the tear, he reached over and flicked it away. And because he knew me, his smile was so sad.
“I’m not going.” He leaned in, his forehead pressed against my shoulder, into my neck. He wound his arm around me and held our bodies together. “I’m not going anywhere without you.”
Fucking futures.
Who needed those things?
I felt another tear at the ready. I hated those things.
I didn’t cry. I would bleed, but I wouldn’t leak that way. I reached for him. I needed a different way to push away my sudden blind panic, because it was threatening to run over me, crushing me in its wake.
“Cross,” I said quietly. I fisted a hand in his shirt and pulled him.
He lifted his head, his eyes surprised, but I know he saw my torment. His face softened. His hand came to my stomach, and he pressed a long kiss to the corner of my mouth. “I got you.”
I mewled, needing something to drive away these feelings.
“Shhhhhh,” he whispered, looking up to make sure Z or Jordan couldn’t see. We were too close to the back of the window. Spotting a sweatshirt, he sat up, grabbed it, and laid it over me, then his hand slid underneath.
I grasped his arm, arching my back a little.
“Don’t move.” He pressed another kiss to my ear. “They’ll know.”
His hand was working as he spoke, finding my pants, undoing the top button, then moving the zipper down, just enough. He peppered kisses over my throat, and then with a groan, he pulled his mouth away. He sat up, propping himself up on his elbow, his head over me as if we were just talking.
But his hand. That hand.
It was inside my underwear, rubbing me, and I felt him searching for my entrance.
I grabbed his neck, my fingers digging in, just as his slid inside of me.
I gasped, but he dropped another kiss to my mouth, silencing me. His fingers moved in and out of me, quickly, but going deep, getting every groove. Sliding. Pulling out. Thrusting back in.
Pleasure pulsed through me, going to my fingers and toes, up my neck, and I groaned.
He grinned again, as he kissed me. “Shhh.”
I bit my lip, nodding. I loved Z and Jordan like family, but I didn’t want them to have any part of this. I closed my eyes, knowing Cross would keep up the act like we were talking, all while his fingers kept moving inside of me.
It was building.
