“Don’t stop,” he tells her, taking us both by surprise.
He comes closer. His hands reach out, and he grabs her by the waist from behind. “Don’t stop on my account.”
“Crew, I…I’m sorry.”
“For what? You’re not doing anything wrong.” He rolls her hips, and she picks up on the movement, doing it herself.
“Ride him, baby. Show him how good you are.”
Scar looks at me, her eyes wide and panicked. I’m certain she thinks this is a trick, but I can assure her, it’s not. For whatever reason, Crew wants her to fuck me.
“Hey,” I grip her chin, “watch me.”
I raise my hips and fall back down, repeating the motion as Crew holds on to her from behind.
Once she gets into the rhythm, his knees come up behind her, and he presses his chest to her back. Sweeping her hair to one side, he kisses her neck.
This isn’t awkward for Crew and me because we’ve done this many times before. Although, this is the first time feelings have been involved.But for Scar, it’s all new.
“Just keep watching me, baby,” I tell her, calming her discomfort. With our eyes locked together, I squeeze her tits again while Crew smothers her shoulder in kisses, never once looking at me, while I refrain from looking at him.
Scar picks up her pace, moving faster, and when her mouth drops open, I know she’s getting into it.
I put all my attention on her face, watching her as she climbs up, reaching for that orgasm. When her walls compress my cock inside her, shock waves soaring through my body, I release. Cries of pleasure surge from her mouth, and I squeeze her tits tighter, raising my hips and spilling every last drop of my cum inside her.
She’s breathless by the time she stops. Our arousals mixed together in a sticky mess between us.
Crew comes forward, kisses her cheek, and whispers loud enough for me to hear, “That’s my girl.”
Then he gets off the bed and crosses the room to the door, closing it behind him.
Scar plops down on me, still stuffed with my cock. “What the hell was that?” She lays her head on my chest, my heart pounding against her skull.
“Don’t overthink it. That’s his fucked-up way of giving you his approval.”
“I don’t think so, Jagger. I think he’s gonna be mad at me.”
I shake my head, kissing the top of hers. “Nah. I promise you, if Crew was mad, he would have yanked your body off mine and tossed you over his shoulder, then carried you out of this room. That was not Crew being upset.”
Scar lifts her head, a cool breeze hitting the spot where she was resting. “You’re sure?”
Lifting my head off the pillow, I kiss her lips. “Positive.”
We lie there for a few more minutes, then get cleaned up and join the others in the living room.
I’m clutching the diary I found when we walk in, and all eyes land on me.
“What’s that?” Neo asks, nodding toward my hand.
“I need to tell you all something.”
Crew pats his lap, calling Scar over, and she takes a seat on his knee. His arm wraps around her waist, and oddly enough, I’m unaffected.
Using this time with us all together, I decide to fill everyone in on a little secret I’ve been keeping—including Riley. Normally, I wouldn’t divulge information to her because, as far as I’m concerned, finding intel is her job. But she’s here, so this could help her in her search, too.
I take a seat on the arm of the couch and hold up the diary. “I found this a couple weeks ago in the tunnels. I know we made a deal not to go back, but I’m pretty sure that deal was shot a long time ago, considering we’ve all been down there.”
“Is this a diary?” Neo, being the ass he is, snatches it from my hand and begins flipping through it. “It’s old as fuck.” He shoves it in my lap, then lies back down