“Yep. Very good. Very.”
Cross chuckled at my words and once again I was struck at how much that one move transformed his face from the hardened president of a motorcycle club to a boyishly handsome man with eyes that lit up beautifully. “You’re too damn distracting, Moon.”
I loved the way he said my name, low and gritty and hungry. Like he really meant his words, not like he was playing games. “I think that’s my line.”
Cross was done talking, I could tell because the air around us changed. Sharpened. It was electrified as his expression turned serious and his hand began a slow journey up under my skirt, big and hot, leaving a trail of heat until he reached my core. “Fuck. You’re so hot.”
I laughed. “So are you. Scorching.”
He licked his lips, gaze fixed on mine until he closed his eyes and laid claim to my mouth in a kiss so hot, so fiery and so raw with obvious need that I couldn’t resist it if I tried. I could do nothing but arch into him, open myself to allow the invasion to be complete. And then—sweet goddess above—his fingers hooked inside my panties and slipped inside where I was wet and hungry for him. “Fuck. So fucking wet, Moon.”
“You do have that effect,” I told him, breathless with need and arching up into him because my body wanted everything he was offering. One finger teased me at first, slowly pumping into me but mostly teasing me until I moaned. “Tease.”
He laughed and pressed his lips to mine again, this time plunging two fingers deep, pumping into me while his thumb teased over my swollen clit. I swallowed his groan while my hips rolled against his hand, silently begging for more.
I didn’t know how long we stayed like that, making out and heavy petting like kids decades younger than us, but I relished it. I reveled in the way Cross made me feel, wanted and passionate and young. It was an intoxicating feeling that I couldn’t get enough of, not yet anyway. Not when he tore his lips from my mouth and slowly began a wickedly sensual form of torture all around my neck while his hands brought me close to the edge and backed off.
Once.
Twice.
And just when I was about to get angry at his teasing, Cross pushed me over the edge, pulling a low erotic moan from me. “Cross!” My chest heaved, and my overheated skin didn’t seem to recognize the chill in the air because the sun had set long ago.
“I love to hear you shout my name when you come apart.”
“Yeah? Well if you have a condom we can test that theory.” I wasn’t uptight about sex but given my living situation, I wasn’t careless either. Even though I couldn’t resist Cross, I knew I had to be careful.
“I don’t but that’s okay, it was just for you. I got exactly what I needed.”
I didn’t know what needed meant but there was no way in hell I’d let him leave unfulfilled after those intense words.
Chapter Seventeen
Cross
The one fucking night I was actually asleep, a call woke me in the middle of the damn night. “What?” I didn’t bother checking the screen because calls this time of night were never good news.
“Yo, Cross, we’re at the Stetson—”
“I’m fucking sleeping, Stitch,” I barked into the phone, now fully awake.
“Yeah, I figured but some guys and I were here, just to make our presence felt, ya know, and the police showed up. Trying to arrest Katrina.”
Shit. Katrina ran Stetson, our more upscale brothel where guys paid a fuck ton of money to fuck girls slightly prettier and in more expensive lingerie than Bungalow Three. “Fuck. I’m on my way. Tell Kat don’t say shit to them.” I ended the call and swung my legs off the bed, rubbing my eyes. I went to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face.
I had one call to make as I pushed out of the back entrance of the clubhouse and hopped on my bike.
“Tanya. Cops are at Stetson and I need you to scare the fuck out of them and keep Katrina from getting arrested.”
“Oh goody, I was starting to think you boys had forgotten about me. Meet you there.” She disconnected the call without further details but I knew better than to question Tanya. She was a badass. A total fucking ballbuster and I was happy as hell to have her on our team.
When I walked inside the brothel and saw Katrina in handcuffs with tears pooling in her big brown eyes, I saw red. Pure white-hot fucking rage surged through me at the sight of Dickhead Dodds standing there with a uni as green as a fucking meadow. I wanted to bash the fucker’s head in but I waited. No blood would be shed until Tanya showed up.
Dodds sneered, so fucking happy with himself. “Which of our girls are you enjoying the company of this evening, Dodds?” I stopped less than a foot from the little sniveling fucking piece of shit. “Don’t know if they told you but there are no dudes in here.”
“Real funny Cross. Won’t be so funny when I take your whores in for questioning.”
I tossed my head back and laughed. “And where exactly will you take them, Mayhem? Oh right, this isn’t Mayhem and therefore not your fucking jurisdiction.” I looked around. Where the fuck was Tanya? “I guess you boys want to give us some more of your operating money.”