Page 57 of Her Crew

“Come here, pup. Let’s show him why you’re worth giving up everything for.” I motion her closer, and she complies. “Undress slowly.”

She leans over to kiss me as she eases her leggings down her thighs and drops them to the floor.

“Let him get a good look at that perfect ass of yours as you get on my lap,” I growl, gripping her flesh as she crawls onto my lap. My fingertips dig into the cuffs of her ass. She’s perfect. I kiss her, our mouths moving as one as I slip my hand between us and slide my cock through her slit and to her opening. I grab her hip and pull her down my length. Fuck, she feels so good. So tight.

“I want her to suck your cock, Tye.”

He’s already unfastening his pants and tugging his dick out as he stands beside us. His cock is so close to Tegan’s pretty lips. She takes his girth in her hand and strokes him as her eyes ride up to his face. Seeing those gorgeous, big hazel eyes rise up to him makes me throb inside her. Fuck.

She leans over to take him into her mouth, and she tightens around me as she takes him deeper. I thrust upward, bouncing her on my lap as I draw moan after moan from her perfectly parted lips.

Tye brushes back her hair before gripping it. “You suck me so fucking good, princess,” he groans.

I drop my head back and let my tongue ring slide between my teeth as every motion brings the pleasure from deep in my balls. She grinds on my lap as she takes more of me. And more of Tye.

“Look how good her pussy looks taking Ace’s cock,” Tye says to Stacks. “She looks even better with those pretty lips wrapped around my cock. Do you see why we gave all this up for her?”

Stacks strains, writhes, and kicks in response. I don’t think he’s nearly as smitten with her as we are. But then the tie around his wrist snaps, and all hell breaks loose as he lunges for Tegan. He spears her off the bed and puts his hand around her throat. He’s in a blind rage with nothing but his focus on the thing that is single-handedly dismantling his crew. I grab the pistol from the back of Tye’s waistband and aim it. Memories rush me. My hand becomes smaller before my eyes. The gun changes from a Glock to some old revolver. The back of Stack’s head becomes the back of my stepfather’s. The action is hauntingly familiar as I pull the trigger and a sound explodes in the motel room. Blood sprays along the wall, and Stacks falls forward.

“You shouldn’t have shot him so close to her!” Tye yells as he zips his pants and runs over to pull him off of Tegan.

I worry she’s dead based on the fact she made zero noise once that shot rang out. I rush to help Tye, hoping she’ll be okay. We pull Stacks off her and her wide, terrified eyes were open. Quick, shallow breaths burst from her open mouth.

“Oh, pup!” I say as I crouch and pull her into me. We help her to her feet, and she’s covered in his blood. “I shouldn’t have fucked you in front of him. I knew it would piss him off. But I couldn’t help but want to show you off. For him to know what I’ve given up to gain all this. If Delia⁠—”

Tegan blinks, and her lips tighten. “Is this all because of her?”

I never really had a chance to tell her before this moment. I guess I could have wedged out a moment of time in the van or the walk back, but maybe I was hoping for this moment. I wanted to tell her. I planned to.

“It is,” I tell her.

“Then give me my pants,” she says. “This isn’t over yet.”

Chapter 33

Tegan

“Where is she?” I ask, still covered in Stack’s blood. I was shaken up when he died, but then I discovered the real puppet master’s identity. The person who caused all this drama wasn’t the man who ran the whole crew. It was the mean woman inside it.

Alec grabs my arm as I stomp toward the door. “Tegan! Wait!” He pulls me back, and his eyes ping off every inch of me as he looks to see if I’m injured.

I’m not, but I can’t say Delia will meet the same fate. She’s the reason I was in the middle of the woods alone. She’s the reason they had to kill Stacks.

Tye walks over and puts his hands on either side of my face. “Maybe we should get going, princess.”

I raise my chin. “No, I want to talk to her.”

“If that’s what you want to do, pup, room 114.”

They follow me like bodyguards as I stride toward Delia’s room at the end of a long external corridor. I rap my knuckles against the red door, then push inside the room the moment it squeaks open. I’m not giving this bitch a chance to shut me out. But she doesn’t try to close the door. She just brushes a hand through her red hair and acts as if I just woke her up.

“Tegan, I’m⁠—”

“Surprised to see me?”

“No—”

“It was you. It was all you. This night from hell is all because of you and your little obsession with my boyfriend.”