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)
The door echoes with a loud thud as it closes, and then it’s just Davis and me.
“You could have been—”
“I wasn’t.” She’s quick to cut me off, an anxiousness in her tone, but she doesn’t cower away from me.
She knows she has no reason to. I’d never hurt her, but I’ve got this sudden desire to punish her a bit, to consume her, to feel her, overpowering every other thing attempting to fry my brain. As if sensing the charge in the air, Davis’s lips part, her palms planting on her thighs.
We come together in a clash of teeth, hers scratching along the cut of my mouth and making me growl, which she takes full advantage of, thrusting her tongue inside my mouth. I’ve got her dress hiked up and her body against the wall in seconds, my chest slamming into her back as I flick open my jeans. She whimpers, dropping her head back, ass poking my way for attention.
My cock is free and pushing inside her in the next breath.
She cries out, and I pump into her, closing my eyes and getting lost in her tight heat.
I need this.
Her.
Us.
Just for a fucking minute, before the world buries me beneath the dirt, when I just shoveled the final scoop from the last time I was fucked over.
I thrust into her again, her body jutting with mine, her palm slapping onto the wall beside us, rattling the photos on the wall.
She whimpers, seeking my lips, but I tip her head, attacking her neck with my mouth instead, and sucking hard enough to burn.
“God, yes,” she pants.
“This how you imagined it?” I lick up her throat. “Yeah, it is, isn’t it? Your pussy’s clamping over me, baby. This is exactly what I did to you when you thought of being pinned to the wall.”
Her response is a heady moan, one that sizzles down my spine, raising the hairs on the back of my neck.
I pull back, gripping her hips, and she folds her arms in front of her, leaning her head on her clenched fists.
I drive into her with swift motions, tugging her back to meet my every move, and she cries around my cock, walls quivering. She’s about to come, but she’s going to have to wait.
Pushing in again, I hold still when I’m as deep as the position allows, and she gasps from the stretch of her walls.
“Crew, please.”
“No.” I hold still, clenching my ass and smacking hers, all to squeeze it a second later.
She whimpers, and I groan, dipping forward to nip at her jaw. “Don’t ever put yourself in danger like that again, you hear me?”
She nods frantically, pushing into me, but I hold her still.
“Promise?”
“Y-yes.”
Tipping her head to mine, her wild, half-closed eyes find mine.
I slam my mouth to hers, pressing in farther, and she cries between my lips.
“I believe you, Sweets.” My tongue traces her lips. “You can come now.”
I pull back, swiftly bucking forward once more, and she explodes, every part of her trembling until she’s nothing but loose limbs in my arms.
Lowering us onto the couch, I fold her into my arms, closing my eyes, so I can get lost in her a little longer, but as the minutes pass, the sex haze clears, and everything else grows foggier, for both her and me.
“It’s okay now, right?” she whispers hopefully, looking up at me, but that hope doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “I fixed it. Paid him. The truck is worth twice what Memphis owes.”
Tucking her hair behind her ear, I offer a small smile. “It’s too late for that, baby.”
Confusion and unease create creases along her eyes, and I wish I could wipe the worry away. “I don’t understand. Why?”
“These people didn’t come to my bar and destroy it to collect a measly twenty-five K. That’s chump change to them.”
“Then why?”
I stare at her a moment. “He did what he did to make five times that.”
It only takes her a moment to understand, fear, shock, and hurt flicking across her face all at once. “He wants you to fight for him.”
I don’t have to nod, and neither of us has to say what we’re both thinking.
It’s the only fucking answer there is.
This motherfucker saw what I was willing to do for her, what I am capable of, period, and plans to use it to his advantage, but that’s not the worst of it.
It’s the simple fact that the only way the man could possibly know about any of this—her, me, my past—is if someone told him.
Her brother, my foster brother, my best fucking friend, turned enemy, sold me out to save his own ass.
Again.
Chapter Forty
Crew
Growing up, Memphis was strong.
I watched the guy bench nearly double the rest of our baseball team for years, despite his leaner build. His swinging power was unmatched, to the point that the university he chose wanted him so badly, they allowed the little ultimatum disguised as a request he tossed their way—bring my “brother” on too, who has speed and build, but needs fine-tuning in mechanics, and I’m in.