Page 49 of Crush's Fall

In that moment, he knew she saw in his eyes what he didn’t allow himself to say.

“Come for me,” he replied and picked up the pace. “Give it to me, Sugartits.” Choking down the lump of emotions, he forced himself to focus on the sensations.

Her slick, hot, tight pussy was everything he thought it would be. She was perfect, even with her death threats and her actual claws. She was the woman he wanted to fuck every single day for the rest of his life.

He reached down and shifted her thigh higher on his side, giving him more room to move. Twisting his hips at the end of every thrust had Crush panting under him and clawing at his shoulders with her nails. The bite of pain fueled his own pleasure, building it, amplifying it until he was sure he would die when it crested.

Three thrusts later, Crush’s pussy began to contract, and she sucked in a deep breath.

Quickly, he demanded, “You scream my name when you come.” And for once, she was a good little pussy and did just that.

After fucking her through her orgasm, he finally allowed himself to give in to the climax that had been tingling in the base of his cock. He buried his face in her neck and sucked on the skin there as he emptied himself inside of her.

He didn’t just give her an orgasm during that round of sex, he gave her his heart. He just hoped she didn’t throw back in his face when she realized it.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Crush

Shit. Crush knew she was done. As she stared into his eyes while he gave her the best orgasm she had ever had in her life, she knew she would never turn this man away and mean it. She would always call him back to her, need to see him, need to hear him saySugartitsin that sexy way he did. She was addicted, and there would be no rehab program.

She shuddered in pleasure as his lips trailed up her neck to her ear, where he whispered, “Don’t shut me outnow. I won’t let you.”

Before she could say a word, there was a knock on the door. Pinky’s voice came from the other side of the wood, “As much as we hate to interrupt, we were supposed to have church fifteen minutes ago. Should we come back?”

“Fuck,” Crush spit out and shoved him off of her. As she scrambled to get dressed, having to use one of Ivy’s tees since he destroyed hers, she didn’t dare look at Lucifer. She knew it wasn’t just embarrassment that had her being shy. It was vulnerability, a rawness of emotion she wasn’t ready to hand over to him.

She yanked on her clothes as he did the same. When they were both pulled together, she headed for the door, but he stepped in front of her. With his hands on her hips, he softly said her name and waited. Crush swallowed hard and steeled herself, pulling her walls back up, then she lifted her head and looked into his dark brown eyes.

“We’ll talk later.”

She knew what he was saying. He wasn’t going to let her pretend it didn’t happen. Lucifer would make her face it. He would make Crush own up to the fact that he was her mate. He would make her admit it. Crush was scared to death about it, but she had no intentions of denying him. It was undeniable — Maverick ‘Lucifer’ Brooks was her mate.

She gave a nod. “We’ll talk later.”

He nodded back. Leaning forward, he gave her a hard kiss before he turned and yanked the door open. Sliding his jacket back on, he strolled out of the room, through the sea of Tiger’s Claw MC members lining the hall and stairwell.

Once he was about halfway down, she heard Kisy say, “There you are. Trip is out front. He was just looking for you. Said he had an emergency maintenance job he could use your help with.”

Fuck. If he was going to work with Trip with her scent all over him, the entirety of both clubs and everyone they knew would know what happened by the end of the hour.

Crush swallowed down the annoyance and shoved away the panic. There was nothing she could do about it, and she had church to run.

Her sisters began to file into the room as Crush took her seat at the head of the table. She didn’t bother hiding from them. There was no point. She met each one of their smirking faces with a stare. Crush wasn’t trying to intimidate them, but she wasn’t allowing the embarrassment to take over. She fucked Lucifer. She was a grown ass woman, and she could fuck who she wanted.

“Is this Ivy’s stuff?”

Crush looked at the piles of stuff on the table at Pinky’s question and nodded. “I have to pack it properly and send it to her parents. Lucifer was helping with it.”

“He was packing something, but I don’t think it was Ivy’s record collection,” Kisy commented as she took her seat.

The room went dead silent for a few seconds before it erupted into howls of laughter.

“He looked like the cat that got the cream,” Shortcake said through giggles.

“Or was that Crush?” Nails asked.

“Was it grrrrrrrrrrreat?” Ginger inquired, giving Crush a sly grin. “I bet it was grrrrrrrrrreat.”

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