Page 12 of Crush's Fall

He let out a chuckle. “What is wrong with my bullshit?”

“You’re infuriating, annoying, exhausting.”

“I’d like to exhaust you,” he told her and stepped in front of her, forcing her to stop. They were near the rear corner, and the door to the stairwell that led up to her apartment and the church room for the Tiger’s Claw MC was fifty feet away.

He looked into those eyes of her and saw the green spark as she narrowed them on him. She opened her mouth and accused, “You couldn’t exhaust me if you tried.”

Lucifer stepped closer, leaving only a few inches between them, and replied, “How can you know that when you haven’t taken me for a ride?”

“I know men like you, Lucy. The hype is usually better than the reality.”

Lucifer gripped her hips and turned Crush, walking her back until she was up against the brick of the building. He knew she had the ability to end it at any point, and he was curious about how long and how far she’d let it go on. Leaning his face closer, he lingered a couple of inches from her lips and gazed into her eyes. “I want you. I want to strip you down and fuck you until you can’t breathe…can’t move. You want it, too. I can tell by the way your eyes flare when you look at me, the way your breathing picks up when I get close. Say you want it, Crush.”

She stared at him, her chest heaving and the green in her eyes popping, making Lucifer wonder if she wasactuallygoing to give in. Then she grabbed ahold of his tee and yanked him forward. Her lips hit his, and they were on. As he fought with her to take over the kiss, nipping and licking along her lips, he slid one of his hands around her hip to her ass and pulled her against him. His other hand slid up her side, under her cut, as her lips separated and allowed him entrance. He slid his tongue inside, caressing hers, as his hand reached for her tit and cupped it.

Her perfect breast overfilled his hand and made him yearn to nibble and suck on the mound. He swallowed her moan and found her nipple with his thumb. As he caressed it, he pressed his erection against her.

Then she was no longer in his arms. He looked to the left and saw her rounding the corner. He followed her and saw her open the door and step inside. He picked up his pace, but when he reached the door to the stairway, it was shut and locked.

“Fuck,” he groaned and leaned back against the brick wall next to the door. It was going to be yet another night with his cock in his hand.

Crush

When she entered her apartment, she crossed her open living space to the window that overlooked the front of the strip mall and the rest of the compound. Looking out, it took a few minutes, but she saw Lucifer round the corner of the building and cross the parking lot in front of the mall, heading for the apartment building.

The man was fucking beautiful, and he could kiss like a fucking dream. He wasn’t soft and gentle often. In the few kisses they had shared, he was demanding. Rough. Intense. The few times he was soft, it was only in preparation for another round of urgent and hard. He made her heart race and her pussy clench with just a deliberate look. She wanted nothing more than to drag him up to her bed and let him have a go at exhausting her.

She could have done that, but she knew it would mean disaster for her heart. He wasn’t a kind soul, a gentle force, or a calming presence for her. She was grateful for that because it would bore her to tears. No, he was quite the opposite. He was bold, insistent, demanding. He would be a wrecking ball to the careful wall she had built around her heart.

They would battle for control of their relationship if she were to allow them to get that far. Unfortunately, she worried she wouldn’t have the strength to keep the upper hand. The thought of letting him be in charge grated on her nerves and made panic rise in her chest.

But it was so difficult to deny him when he gave her that smirk and verbally poked her at every turn.

As she watched him reach the far edge of the parking lot, a dozen yards from the apartment building, she resigned herself once again that while he may be her mate, they weren’t right for each other. They couldn’t be, no matter what her kind said about mates being perfectly balanced.

Stepping away from the window, she pulled off her cut and headed for her bed to spend yet another night alone.

The next night… Lucifer

In the main room of the Howlers clubhouse, Lucifer watched as Crush talked and flirted with a man across the room. He didn’t know who the guy was, only that he came with the guy that Vixen was seeing. The dude was all wrong for Crush, though. He was too polished, too pulled together. His hair was short and perfect, not a hair out of place. The polo shirt he was wearing was fucking pink, and he was wearing sneakers, for fuck’s sake. Everything about the guy screamedbanker. Crush was not a banker’s wife. She was a biker’s woman.His woman. She just needed to accept that.

When the banker-in-training went to use the restroom, Lucifer made his move. He crossed the room and sidled up next to Crush. Leaning in close, he whispered in her ear, “Do you think he’ll regale you with the benefits of spreadsheets while hemakes loveto you, missionary style?”

Crush stayed leaning back against the wall and only turned her head. Looking into his eyes, she smirked. “As opposed to what? A two-minute railing in the bathroom, where you fumble to find my clit?”

Lucifer loved it when she sparred with him. It heated his blood. “Oh, Sugartits, it would be the best two minutes of your life.”

At the table a few yards away, Pinky spewed the drink she just took of her beer across the surface as she burst out with laughter.

Crush’s smirk faded, and a scowl took its place. “If you like your balls where they are, you’ll stop calling me Sugartits.”

“It’s a compliment.” His gaze dropped to her breasts encased in another tight V-neck tee, this time white. “I bet they would be sweet as hell to suck on.”

“You have a motherfucking death wish,” Bullet growled. Lucifer looked behind him to see Bullet storming across the room toward him.

When Bullet made it halfway, Axle stepped in front of him and stopped him with a hand to his chest and some low words that Lucifer couldn’t hear.

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” Bullet called out over Axle’s shoulder.

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