Page 24 of Crush's Fall

“If you don’t take your hand off of my thigh,” Crush growled, “I will tear your fingers off and use the bones as toothpicks.”

Pinky heard Lucifer chuckle and reply, “If you wanted my fingers higher, all you had to do was ask.”

Xander took a left.

“Right there. Take a right at the driveway. The one that’s hard to see.”

Xander did as she instructed. Trees and brush lined the sides and curved over the top of the driveway as they traveled down it. About a half mile down, the trees parted, and a field was revealed with several buildings in need of repair.

“We’re here.”

After touring the property and seeing what needed to be done, the four of them gathered in the parking lot in front of the rundown motel.

“Should I call the realtor?” Xander asked.

“Wait until I talk to Axle,” Crush replied. “Then we’ll have you call.”

Xander rolled his eyes. “I’ll buy it. If you don’t want it? Oh well. Guess I’ll own property. I’ll figure out what to do with it.”

Crush shrugged and turned to head for the car. “It’s your bank account.”

Lucifer chuckled and followed behind Crush.

“You are a pain in the ass. You know that?” Pinky crossed her arms over her chest, staring at the man she would claim soon enough.

Xander looked at her and gave her a sexy grin. Stepping closer to her, he gripped her hips. “Yeah, but think of how many ways I can make it up to you.”

Pinky tried to fight the smile, but it managed to form on her face, anyway. “I’ll have to start making a list.”

Xander groaned and laid his forehead against hers. “Please do.”

Crush

Crush was motherfucking annoyed and turned on in equal measure. As they toured the property, Lucifer kept finding reasons to brush up against her, touch her, lean into her. It had her tiger purring and demanding they play with him. One look into his chocolate brown eyes told her he was game as soon as she was ready. That didn’t help keep her walls up.

How could he be hot and annoying at the same damn time? It was fucking unfair.

She reached out to open the car door, but Lucifer got there first, pulling the door open and waving his arm to let her know she could slide in. She flipped him off as she took the seat. Instead of walking around the car and climbing in the other side, he slid in next to her, forcing her to move over. Before she could fully make it to the other side, he had his arm around her and kept her close.

“Stop pretending you hate it when I touch you. Your hard nipples and I both know that to be bullshit.”

Crush looked down, and sure e-fucking-nough, her tits were betraying her. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked away from him. “Maybe I’m cold.”

The annoying asshole chuckled. “It’s eighty out here.”

She didn’t reply, because seriously… What was she going to say?

“Crush,” he said low, his breath caressing her neck as he leaned closer.

A shiver ran through her at the sound of his voice and the feeling of his breath against her skin. She wanted to feel that everywhere, hear him say her name like that while he slid inside of her.

“Just know I’m here, Kitten. Ready when you are. Okay?” When she didn’t reply, he tightened his hold on her. “Okay?”

She gave a nod, and when he loosened his hold, she slid across the car. After putting on her seatbelt, she stared out the side window and tried to calm her racing heart.

Her tiger was pacing and purring inside of her, pushing and demanding she claim him. Crush closed her eyes and took a deep breath through her nose, cursing when his scent of leather and tobacco hit her.Fuck!

His quiet chuckle made her turn her head and glare at his handsome face.

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