Page 50 of Crush's Fall

As the girls went around the table giving her shit, Crush let them have their fun, but when she was done, she silenced them with a long, hard stare.

“I’m not going to pretend nothing happened in here,” Crush stated.

“That’s good because it smells like pussy in here… more than normal,” Halo uttered, getting a glare from Crush that did nothing but make the little shit smile.

“Lucifer is my mate. We all know that, so let’s not pretend he’s not.”

“Wehaven’t been pretending,” Pinky said and raised a brow. “That was you. Are you claiming him at the table?”

After a long sigh, Crush gave a nod. “It doesn’t leave this room. I will address it with him when I’m ready, but yes, I would like to claim Lucifer at the table. Pinky, call a vote.”

“My pleasure, Boss Lady.” Pinky looked around the table. “I think it’s a given, but this vote will be for Lucifer to be claimed as Crush’s Ol’ Man. My vote is aye.”

“Same,” Nails answered.

“Aye. Happy for ya, Prez,” Ginger called out.

“Fucking hallelujah,” Pumps cheered on a laugh.

They continued around the table, ending with Lucifer being confirmed as the Ol’ Man of their president. Not one opposing vote.

Crush swallowed down the lump of emotion clogging her throat and choked out, “Thank you.”

Pinky stood and crossed the room. She pulled open a drawer under the built-in bookcases and pulled out a leather cut. When she returned to the table, Crush saw that it was a TCMC property cut, already adorned with theCrush’s OMandLuciferpatches. “I ordered it months ago.”

Lucifer

Lucifer knew the moment it registered to Trip what he had been doing before they met up. The fucker grinned like a fool, pulled out his phone, and texted. Before long, the word would be spread far and wide. He knew it made him an asshole not to stop Trip, but he didn’t want to stop him. He wanted everyone within a hundred-mile radius to know that Crush was his woman, and he was her man.

As he climbed on his bike, Lucifer shook his head at Trip’s gossiping ways. The man really was a twelve-year-old at heart.

“So,” Trip began as he mounted his own bike, “was she?”

Lucifer looked over at him. “Was she what?”

Trip grinned. “A tiger in bed.”

Bellowing with laughter, Lucifer flipped Trip off. When he got himself under control, he simply replied, “I’m not an unhappy man.”

“Fair enough.” Trip started his bike, and they were off to fix whatever disaster was waiting for them.

After spending hours replacing the furnace at one of the rental properties and another hour installing new blinds at the property management offices, Lucifer was ready for a shower. He was sweaty and covered in dirt and dust, probably smelled like shit. Yes, getting cleaned up was in order. He didn’t want to do it alone, though. He wanted his woman under the hot water so they could pick up where they left off.

Lucifer backed his bike into a spot and pulled out his phone to text her.

Lucifer : Need to shower. Want you with me.

Her reply came a few seconds later.

Crush : Busy

Yeah, fuck that.

Lucifer : Don’t care. It’s later.

He wasn’t going to let it go. Whether she wanted to face it or not, they were together. That’s what she solidified when she let him enter her. She was giving him more than just her fucking body. It was time she acknowledged that.

For a moment, he wasn’t sure she would answer him, since her return text was a lot slower this time, but she eventually replied.

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