Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Suddenly, a hard pinch comes down on my nipple, a quick sting of pressure on my hole at the same time, and I cry out, my neck rolling until my chin is dropped to my chest, my limbs twitching.
I come so hard I can’t breathe, desperately seeking air I can’t seem to find, until finally, my gasp breaks through the knot in my throat, and I gasp.
“Oh f-fuuuck.” I twitch again.
I don’t know how long I stay hunched like that, but when my hair is pushed from my face, Crew’s warm hand holding it in place, I peel my eyes open and look at him.
His eyes shine brighter than normal, like a candy apple sucker, the caramel kind, so full of hunger and satisfaction.
Appreciation.
Love.
I slide down his chest, and he rolls me so he’s half on top, his forehead coming down to mine for a brief moment.
“I want you,” he rasps.
My legs fall open with no guidance from me.
A smugness falls over him then. “Not that you seem to mind but let me wash my face first.”
Warmth floods my cheeks when he dramatically laps his tongue in a giant circle around his lips.
With a low laugh, I hit his chest, and he grins, slipping off the mattress and into the bathroom, while I pull on the discarded T-shirt and step into the sleep shorts on the floor in case we left windows open in the living room.
“I’m dying of thirst.”
“I think I drank all I can drink for now,” he shouts back. “I might even burp, I’m so full.”
I roll my eyes, though my smile is wide as I pull the fridge open, debating between a Squirt and a Squeezit, but before I can decide, there’s a knock on the door. Frowning, I go for the Squirt, popping it open as I close the fridge and make my way to answer.
“Expecting anyone?” I shout, but my voice is likely drowned out by the water, so I unlock the dead bolt, leaving the small security chain Crew recently added in place.
My entire body freezes, my face falling, cool liquid splashing all over my legs as the can slips between my fingers.
“Davis?” Crew calls from somewhere behind me.
I don’t answer, frozen in place as I stare at the man on my porch.
Blue eyes lock with mine, and my lip begins to tremble.
“Sweets, who is it?”
My lips part, but it takes me a moment to speak. “It’s—”
Crew’s chest meets my back, and we speak his name at the same exact moment.
“Memphis.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Crew
No.
Fuck no.
Hell fucking no.
My chest pounds with heavy thumps, my heart threatening to rip free of my chest, a deep-rooted compulsion taking over, telling me not to hesitate, not to wait, but to beat on the fucker in front of me and send him on his way before a trail of terror follows him to this very doorstep.
He cannot be here; he should not be here.
Not ever, my mind screams before whispering back, you should have seen this coming.
He always did have a knack for “wrong place, wrong time,” or so he’d claim when problems fell at his feet, and with an ease a real man wouldn’t possess, kicked it toward mine.
Forever the victim, yet always the fuck-up.
“Surprise.” Memphis smiles, but there’s tension in his form, and it transforms into something a lot fucking deeper, the second his gaze finds mine. “You gonna let me in, or is my buddy the only one allowed?”
Real fucking subtle, asshole.
“Oh!” Davis shouts, hustling to step back.
She’s shaking, completely overcome with the sight of her brother. Her hand flies to the chain lock, and before I know what I’m doing, mine covers hers, halting the movement.
Her eyes snap up, the shock-infused happiness filling the room only moments ago morphing into confusion, creating creases along her temple.
Don’t let him in here, my conscience screams, only pain and problems will follow.
“Crew…” She frowns.
There’s no fucking way I can get rid of him, not now, not when she’s set eyes on the man she’s missed. Biting into my cheek, I gently nudge her, so I can close the door fully, as it’s the only way to dislodge the lock, my hand briefly skimming over her back, a heavy need to hold on to the invisible tie between us.
Davis yanks it open, wrapping her arms around her brother in a hug so tight, a pang of jealousy heats my skin, as ridiculous as it might seem.
It’s not though, not really.
Memphis meets my gaze over his sister’s shoulder, his expression fixed with a pinched smile.
“Come in, come in.” Davis jerks out of the way, allowing him to step by.
Teeth clenched tight, I track the man’s movements as he steps farther into the apartment with an ease he shouldn’t feel. This is his sister’s house, yes, but she doesn’t even know him anymore.