Page 51 of Crush's Fall

Crush : Give me ten. I’ll meet you at my place. 9567

Her door code. Lucifer grinned and sent back confirmation that he understood.

Ten minutes was all he’d have to wait. Then he could have his woman against him again. Yeah, he wanted to fuck her again, but he also knew they needed to talk. He was done fucking around. He was done with acting like they weren’t anything to each other. And he waswaydonewith her not claiming him as both her mate and her Ol’ Man.

He didn’t expect her to suddenly be sweet and adoring. Shit, that would bore him to tears. He wanted her feisty and liked her that way. But while she was cutting him with her claws, he wanted her mark on him and her property patch on his body. To him, it was only fair.

Once they got that squared away, though, he sure as hell wanted to be deep inside her as many times as he could manage. They had a lot of months to make up for, and that shit started today. In ten minutes, to be exact.

He would shower with her at her place, but eventually, he’d need to get dressed again, and he didn’t want to put his dirty clothes back on, so with a grin still on his face, he made his way to his room and grabbed a change of clothes and the present he bought for her when he saw it at a shop in Grand Rapids. It was perfect for her, and he knew it belonged around her neck. Hopefully, she’d like it, even if he doubted she’d ever admit it to him.

Axle

“Are you sure?” Axle stared at his brother as Trip sat down in a chair on the other side of his desk.

Trip nodded. “Positive. Her scent was all over him… and the only way it would bethatstrong is if he fucked her.”

“Well… good for him,” Axle said with a nod. “For her, too.”

“I think it’s time,” Trip commented. “I know you’ve been considering it. He’s more than proven he’s worth it. He’s stuck his neck out for us. He’s good with the women, treats them like sisters.Andhe’s Crush’s mate. She’s finally letting him in… and I think we should, too.”

Axle let out a deep sigh as he took in Trip’s words and mulled them over. “Bullet’s not going to like that.”

Trip shrugged. “He’ll get over it. Lucifer’s her mate. We all know it… especially Bullet.”

“Yeah… and? You’re Darlin’s mate. That doesn’t mean much to Dragon when he’s pissed.”

Rolling his eyes, Trip replied, “Look, I know I handled that all wrong. We weren’t open about it from the beginning. Lucifer hasn’t hidden itat all.”

“True.” Axle thought it over some more. Most of the club had come to terms with the fact that it was more of awhenthan anifwhen it came to Lucifer prospecting for the Howlers. And more than likely, his prospecting time would be shorter than most since he had already done so much for them without the prospect cut. He sighed again and said, “If she mates him or claims him as her Ol’ Man, we’ll bring it to the table.”

Crush

Staring at her phone, Crush was lost in her thoughts. She forgot that she was sitting next to Pinky at the bar in the main room of the clubhouse.

“So, what are you going to do?”

Crush jolted at Pinky’s question. She quickly typed out her response and shoved her phone in the pocket of her cut.

When Pinky started chuckling, Crush flipped her off.

“We need to talk.”

Pinky nodded. “Sure. Yeah. In the shower.”

Crush leaned forward and dropped her head to the top of the bar. “I’m a slut.”

“Only for him,” Pinky said through a laugh and patted Crush on the back.

“I won’t turn into one of those women who ooh and ahh over their men,” she grumbled against the beat-up wood surface.

“So… you’re admitting he’s your man to more than just church?”

“Fuck all the way off, Pinky. For real.”

“I hear congratulations are in order,” Axle commented from the other side of the bar.

Crush lifted her head and glared at him. “Who told you?” When Axle just stared at her with that motherfucking bastard grin, Crush hissed, “Trip.”

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