Page 30 of Her Crew

“Are you sure you aren’t a virgin? You’re tight,” I grit out. Her warmth wraps around me as if she were made for me.

“Yes, I’m sure,” she says, and her words turn into a moan.

I groan as I drop my face to her neck and inhale her scent. The problem is, I couldn’t even control myself when she grinded on my lap. She literally made me come in my pants just from existing. Being inside her is too much. And I should have waited so I could have given her the sex she deserves.

I drive my hips into hers and try to think of anything other than her moans and that subtle movement of her hips. I’m fucking done for.

I cage her within my arms as I lean my weight into them to fuck her. My knee falls off the bench seat, and I reach down with my right arm to stop her full ass from falling off the seat as well. Fuck, she’s so thick—full thighs and a big, round ass. I won’t let her hate her body. Not while I’m set on admiring it every goddamn night. My fingertips dig into her flesh as I kiss her, taking her moans into my mouth.

“We have to hurry, pup. They could come back at any moment.”

She nods, and I curl my pelvis against hers.

“I want to come inside you. For the entire ride back to the motel, you can sit with my come dripping from you. I want you to make my fucking jeans wet as you sit on my lap. Let me fill you, sweet girl.”

She looks up at me and bites her lip before giving me a slow nod.

I drop my mouth to hers and kiss her as I feel the need to bust. I’ve held back for as long as I humanly can. Her pussy is just too good. Too warm and inviting for the likes of me. I groan against her mouth as I come, filling her.

When I’ve finished, I pull out of her. My cock drips with her wetness and my come. I look down at her pretty, creamy pussy and wish I could dive in and lick her clean. But we can’t stay half-undressed any longer. I put my hand around the back of her neck and pull her into me. There’s a flash of something on her face, but I can’t tell what it means.

I kiss her. “Don’t regret what we did. I fucking don’t.”

I hope neither of us comes to regret what she set in motion by letting me inside her. Because now, she’s mine.

Chapter 17

Tegan

We pretend to be late to the pickup spot. It was Ace’s idea. The van is packed full as usual, and the moment he sits and looks around, I understand why he did it. He wants me on his lap again. We’re always the last ones to the van, so I’ve gotten used to this seating arrangement.

Alec motions to his lap, and I climb in and sit on him. The eyes of every crew member seem to shift onto me, as if they know what we did. But that’s just in my mind, right?

Stacks leans forward to crank up the volume on the radio, then throws the van in drive, and off we go to the next motel.

The warmth of Ace’s come slickens the skin between my legs. It’s soaking through my underwear, and I worry about the integrity of my pants by the time I get off his lap. But didn’t he say that’s what he wants? For me to soak the front of his jeans?

There’s so much heat beneath me, and the hardened length is impossible to ignore this time. I’m acutely aware of it now. Ace is touchier than before too. His left hand constantly grazes or caresses some part of my body. His fingers drift right above where my waistband lies. He squeezes my ass. He just keeps touching me until my face blazes hot.

Do the others notice the way he touches me? Can they tell something happened between us?

Music blares beside our heads, and I try to lose myself in the beat so that I can stop thinking so much, but Ace nudges me. I lean back so he can whisper in my ear.

“I feel the wet mess between your legs, pup,” he growls.

My skin flames hotter. I can’t even believe what happened in the van not too long ago. I’ve never given myself to anyone. Men have always just taken what they wanted. Then the first time some good-looking guy gives me half an ounce of attention, I invite him in.

I look back at him, and he smirks at me. The anti-eyebrow piercing moves toward his pretty blue eyes, and I realize exactly why I let him coax me into it. He didn’t force me to fuck him, but I don’t know that I could’ve said no to him, even if I’d wanted to. When he gives me that look, the only word my mouth can form is yes.

And he’s always giving me that damn look.

He made sure I was okay, though. He took care of me. It just feels awkward right now, and I still don’t know why he thinks I’m so unprepared to be with him sexually. The only thing I can’t handle is a kink that involves tying me up. I can’t do confinement. Not since my mother’s “friends” often seemed to want to restrain me, the problem child, as I was growing up. I guess it was a lot easier to assault me when my wrists were bound.

No ropes. Anything else, I can handle.

Probably.

We pull up to an L-shaped motel. The office and lobby stand at the front, and the rooms loop around the central structure. It looks one step up from the last motel we were at. As soon as Stacks parks the van, people start filing out.