Page 99 of Beta Team-The Saviors: Part One
“Yes. Oh my God.” I’m moving my hips with him now, chasing my pleasure and trying to push him over the edge.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he pants, his hips picking up speed. “Come for me.”
My movements get jerky, my fingers flying over my clit. Keon shifts and hits that sweet spot inside me. My back bows off the bed, and my breath is coming in harsh pants. “I’m co…” I don’t even get the words out before I’m moaning his name and coming with such force that my eyes roll back in my head.
“Yes. That’s it. You’re squeezing me so fucking tight.” Keon’s thrusts stutter, and I feel him flex inside me. “Kira,” he groans, coming deep inside me. He half sprawls on my body, leaving one arm to brace above my body. “That was amazing.”
I wrap my arms around him, pulling him as close as I can. “It was.”
We lay there until our breathing is under control. Keon pulls out, and I can’t contain the wince. I’ll definitely feel this tomorrow, but I don’t regret it, not even for a second, especially when Keon smiles down at me. “I’m going to run you a bath so you can soak.” He pecks my lips and slides off the bed, going to the attached bathroom. When he comes back, I’m still sprawled on the bed, making him chuckle. He helps me stand, and embarrassment floods me when I see the blood smeared on his cock. “It’s normal, Mama,” he says, gently leading me to the bathroom.
Keon helps me in and slides in behind me to pull me against his chest. With gentle hands, he washes the top of my body. He turns me around so I’m on my knees and softly washes between my thighs. I wince again, and he leans forward to kiss my stomach. When he’s done, he quickly washes himself and pulls me to sit between his thighs. I feel my eyelids drooping, thoroughly worn out. Even then, I can’t stop the smile on my face.
This is truly where I’m meant to be.
33
JASON
Istare at the message from Chelsea for a good twenty seconds, thinking she sent it to the wrong person. She asked me to come to girls’ night, but put girls’ in parentheses. I’ve hung out with all the girls at High Flyer when the others visit, and they’re an amazing group. But would they really want me to be involved in something that sounds so sacred?
Jason: Are you sure?
Chelsea: Of course! I think it will be fun, and Bridget is dying to pump you for information about Ari.
I laugh at that because that girl doesn’t have a filter.
Jason: If you’re sure I won’t be intruding, I’d love to.
Chelsea: Yay! Is Kira coming?
Jason: Yeah. Ari asked her when he picked her up from class.
Chelsea: Awesome! I’ll see you tomorrow.
I walk to the living room, still a little amazed they’re lettingmehang out on the elusive girls’ night. It’s almost as big of a deal as the group chat.
“Hey, Sweet cheeks,” Ari greets, pulling me to sit beside him on the couch. “Did Chels message you?”
“Yeah. I just talked to her.”
“Are you going?” I nod, and he kisses the side of my head. “Good.”
I lean into Ari’s side, and his arm tightens around my shoulders. I still can’t believe that the man I’ve had the biggest crush on is mine. Watching him with Kira has actually made my feelings grow for him even more. If I quit lying to myself, I could admit that I was half in love with him before that first kiss. But I don’t think Ari is ready for that declaration, especially since he has so much going on. I know Ari worries constantly about everything because that’s his job, but I wish I could take some of it away. Even though, most of the time, I feel way out of my depth. I grew up with a mild-mannered mom, and the worst thing that ever happened to me was the derogatory comments from kids at school when I finally came out as gay. These guys have been stabbed, shot, and almost blown up. I couldn’t relate to that. Even Kira grew up knowing how to defend herself, with her brother being the leader of the Russian Mafia in New York. A fact that blew my mind. Finding out who Les really is was another thing I couldn’t wrap my head around.
Ari picks up my hand from his thigh, playing with my fingers, and then freezes. My eyes widen when I hear a hoarse, ragged cry of pleasure from upstairs. I laugh. “Someone is having fun.”
“Sounds that way.” Several little moans filter down the stairs, and Ari abruptly stands and pulls me to my feet. “We should give them some privacy.”
Ari drags me to the back patio and pulls me onto his lap in one of the chairs. I curl against his chest, absently playing with one of the buttons on his shirt. “I know I gave you shit for telling me I had to stay here, but I’m glad I did.”
“Me too.”
“What’s going to happen after this threat is gone?”
Ari clears his throat and rubs his hand down my back. “I wanted to talk to you about that, actually.” He’s stiff under me, and it makes my stomach sink. “I bought another house with a lot more room. Something that can comfortably hold the entire team.” When he pauses, I refuse to look up at him, not wanting to see the regret on his face when he tells me I need to go back home. I can’t even imagine going back to my tiny apartment now. “I want to know if you’d like to come with us. You know…move in with me.”
My head snaps up at that, and I’ve never seen Ari’s face look so vulnerable. I’ve figured out that he’s really good at masking his feelings, but he’s letting me see everything. “Really?”
