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My entire body was frenzied. I just needed more and more and more.
This wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough. Touching him, feeling his weight on mine, his finger (now two) inside of me, thrusting, going deep. I wanted it harder, punishing even.
That’s what she deserved.
I allowed her to wake. I couldn’t let her wake, but Cross was loving me. He was reminding me, and he was pushing her back down. Every touch of his worked. Every kiss. Every caress. Every thrust of his fingers, and then I growled. I wanted him. Only him.
I grabbed for his boxers and I pushed at them, shoving them down, and he moved, lifting until they were gone. He reared up, his eyes dilated from his own need. My clothes were hauled off and then he was back. He was poised, and he slid inside, and we both gasped from the connection.
He and I. Cross and Bren.
All I needed. All I wanted.
And then, his hands cupping under my ass, lifting me for him, he began to move.
The first time was rough, almost desperate.
The second time was slow, loving. Cross worshiped every inch of my body, taking me with his mouth first, and then moving inside of me after.
We heard footsteps outside during our third time, but we didn’t pause.
My alarm went off just as I was exploding, and Cross growled, hauling us both out of bed. He carried me, my legs around him, into the shower, and then he went to his knees for a fourth time for me. I tried reaching for him when he spun me around, pressing me into the shower tiles, but he knocked my hand aside.
I was lifted, poised, and he slid inside again.
We were both gasping as the water poured down on us, and afterwards, I couldn’t stand.
Cross eased me back down, but my legs gave up.
He caught me, holding me against the wall as he washed me. My hair. My body. He covered me with tender kisses, and when we were both cleaned, he carried me to the counter in the bathroom.
I was dried.
He wrapped a towel around my hair.
When he was done, he stepped back, his hands on both sides of me at the counter. A small, teasing smile lurked over his mouth. “You want me to dress you, too?”
I reached for him, everything in me feeling boneless, but content. Hella content. I was almost purring by now. I grabbed for his neck, but Cross waited for my response.
I shook my head. “But you can pull some clothes out and put them on the bed for me?”
He nodded, his eyes shuddering closed. He bent, one more kiss, and whispered against them, “I love you.”
I drank that in, inhaling him and his touch. “I love you, too.”
He pressed another kiss to the corner of my mouth before straightening, walking naked back out to the bedroom.
It was after I had dressed and was ready to head for Coug r Lanes that I realized the full effects of what Cross had done. He erased every moment of last night for me. There was no more darkness in me. He pushed it out, bringing in his love, his care, and with it was his goodness.
I went to work, going after the bad guys, and the old Bren was so far down, I didn’t feel her at all.
CROSS
Bren took off for work and I headed to the kitchen.
I should’ve been tired, but after the last couple hours with Bren, I was jazzed. Hyped. The adrenaline would leave me this afternoon. I knew I’d be drained, but before then, I just had a couple of classes to hit up. Smelling the coffee had already been brewed, I was surprised to see Jordan at the table. A cup in hand, resting on the table. A plate with toast and two eggs untouched in front of him.
“You’re not going to class?”
He’d been staring outside but swung his head my way with effort. He grimaced, heavy bags under his eyes. His hair was also messed up. He looked like shit.
He shook his head. “It’s a skip day for me.”
I poured myself some coffee and went to sit in a chair across from him. “Z went in?”
He nodded, not saying a word.
He went back to staring out the window and I reached over, sliding his plate in front of me. I eyed his fork, but I didn’t need it. The eggs were piled on the toast, and I made a nice egg sandwich. They’d been fried, too. Damn fucking good.
He looked back, his eyes unfocused. “How’s Bren doing?”
Swallowing, I wiped my mouth and sat back. “She’s fine. Woke up hard, but she walked out of here easy.” I wasn’t explaining any more than that, so I was hoping he was getting what I was saying. I wasn’t about to tell him I fucked the bad out of her, because that’s, in essence, what I did. The nice words would’ve said more like I loved out the cold or some shit like that, but after this morning and last night, I wasn’t in a big sharing mood.
