Addison pressed her hips back, his hard cock butting against her ass. A tingling sensation raced through her body and she curled her toes.
“Cross,” she moaned. He squeezed her breast, pinching her nipple as she rode his fingers. Her breath labored, and she gasped, riding her third and possibly most glorious orgasm of the day. His lips trailed over her neck sending a chill over her flesh. He withdrew his fingers and she melted against his chest.
I might need a nap.But apparently, he had other plans.
Cross bent down, hooking one arm around her back and the other under her legs. He carried her to the bed, playfully tossing her on the mattress. His body came over hers. She was still in a half daze but managed to smile and glance down between them.
Round three, it is.
“How can you still get hard? I thought guys needed time to recover.”
“It’s my superpower.” Cross smirked. “And you’rethatfucking sexy.”
It was a line, not an explanation. She couldn’t care either way. She hooked her legs over his back, wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him close as he entered her.Damn, my man is hot.
The loud pounding on the door had him stopping mid-thrust. His jaw squared and his gaze darkened, staring down at her.
“What?” His ferocious bark echoed against the walls.
“Ace needs you.” The voice behind the door was muffled, but she thought it might be Joker.
“Tell him I’m busy.” He said through clenched teeth.
“He said you’d say that.” Joker cleared his throat. “He told me to tell you to get unbusy, get dressed, and meet him in the office.”
Addison covered her mouth, hiding her laugh. Was he seriously having this conversation while he was balls deep inside her? He dropped his face to her neck and muttered. “Fuck.”
She caressed his back, and her lips twitched. “At least I got to come again.”
He lifted his head, scowled, and she burst out laughing.
“I’m coming again tonight.”
She hiked her brow, playfully. “You sound very sure of yourself.”
“’Cause I am.” He kissed her and climbed off the bed, quickly getting dressed. He left his room before her, but she was only a few minutes behind.
By the time she made it out to the party, Cross was gone. She went in search of Cleo. It was a strange feeling knowing while she was looking, other members were watching her. But no longer with suspicion. They seemed to be making sure no one got too close. When a man tried talking to her on the way to the bar, Gent walked over and came in between the two of them.
“Can I fucking help you?”
One question was enough to have the man darting across the room and keeping his distance for the rest of the night. At least Gent was good for something. It was a gentlemanly gesture. And then of course, he ruined it.
“Came up for air, darlin’?”
Asshole.
It only took her another minute to locate Cleo. Wraith had made it easy. Being over six five, he towered above everyone in the room. When they locked eyes, he waved her over, and she found Cleo next to him. They’d ditched the guys and got a drink. They were near the bar when Cleo screamed over the music.
“We don’t have any pictures together!”
It was true. For as much time as they spent with each other, they’d didn’t have any photos. Addison pulled out her phone, wrapped her arm around Cleo, and snapped a few. When she tapped her screen to check them out, Cleo huddled close. Just two friends taking selfies.
“Can you send them to me?”
“Yeah!” Addison shouted over the music. It was a wonder anyone could hold a conversation. It seemed to get progressively louder as time went by. Cleo put her glass on the bar and pointed to the hallway.
“Can you watch my drink? I have to use the bathroom.”
