Page 61 of Her Crew

She kisses me back, and that kiss lights a fire inside me. Telling her everything that hurt me makes me want to spill my pain into her. I want her to feel my healing from inside her. I need her to read my pain through every motion of my tongue in her mouth.

And somehow? I’m hard. For my entire adult life, I’ve had to jump when my cock did, not the other way around. I couldn’t look at a woman or porn and awaken it myself. Unless I was watching, giving my dick time to wake up. To read the room. To take in all of that raw sexuality.

I grab Tegan’s hand and drag it down my chest, placing it on the hardened length. She wraps her hand around me.

“Ace . . . just for me?”

“Yes, pup, just for you.”

I lean over her and spread her legs around me. Aside from her dark cami, she’s already naked. I pull down my boxers and let my hard dick rest against her warm, wet heat. I hold my breath and worry that my cock will stop behaving for me at any moment, that I’ll lose that firm excitement. But the moment I pull my hips back and slip inside her, I stop worrying about that. Once I’m squeezed by her hungry walls, the only way I’ll soften is once I unload in her pussy.

I slam my hips into her, driving her back against the headboard. I cage her in with my arms as I fuck her until she whimpers. She balls up my shirt in her fists and squeezes as she moves her hips beneath me. This feels so fucking right. Two broken souls entwined as they exchange all that pain through our bodies. I kiss her and breathe my hurt into her. She kisses me back and reads hers back to me.

The pleasure gathers in my balls. She always feels too good. Her starving pussy tightens around me, and I reach down to help take her over the edge so that I can finish deep inside her.

She comes around me and I fill her.

“You’re such a good whore, aren’t you?” I ask as I pump my hips a final time to push my load deep inside her. She whimpers out a yes.

I fucking love this girl. I truly love her. And as much as I have wanted nothing more than to be a crew boss, I know who would do a better job at it.

“I want to give you something, pup,” I grit out.

“What?”

“I want this to be yours.”

“What? No! That’s always been your dream.”

I shake my head. It should be her crew. “You’ve never had anything of your own. I want this to be your baby. I will come to heel at your feet as you run the best goddamn crew on the East Coast.”

Epilogue

Tegan

I didn’t realize how easily I’d fit into the girl-boss role. As someone who was forced to claw my way to the next day, I never thought I’d have the opportunity to run something of my own. As much as I longed for control of this magnitude, I didn’t think it would ever be in the cards for me.

Ace and Tye fell into their roles as my right-hand men as well. They have no problem allowing me to make decisions. It was awkward at first, and they were forced to guide me to my throne, but I took it eventually. Now I run things with very little interference on their part.

There’s a knock on the door. I run my hand down my new jeans before answering it. Samantha and Gery stand outside my door, two of the newer crew members. They fumble through their bags.

“Here, ma’am,” Samantha says as she plops a stack of orders into my hands.

Unlike Stacks, who ripped off every member of his fucking crew, I give the workers seventy-five percent of the income from the orders—a stark contrast to Stacks’ meager twenty percent. I refuse to profit off the poor souls doing all the work. In fact, I still get my ass out there and help with sales. I put that toward our stays so they can keep more of their income.

The best part? If they want to room together and fuck each other stupid, we allow it. As long as they keep their issues out of the workspace, they’re free to do what they want.

I ration out my tiny cut, then hand the pair their wads of cash. Before I can close the door behind them as they leave, Tye and Alec push inside.

“Hey, boss,” they both say at once.

Yet another term I don’t think I’ll ever get used to. I never thought I’d be the boss of anything in my life. Girls like me don’t climb ranks. We crawl across the bottom rungs of the ladder.

I glance down at the food in their hands. Normally, I’d overeat because that was my comfort. But I take a bite of a hash browns and set it down. I haven’t felt the need to overindulge since the boys taught me that I’m much happier fed in other ways. I’ll never be skinny like most girls in the crew, but that doesn’t seem to matter one bit to Tye and Alec. They love me for who I am. Every broken bit of me that they heal with their love.

Alec takes me into his arms and kisses me. Tye comes up behind me and kisses my neck. My eyes roll to the back of my head as their hands cover every inch of my body. Alec’s hands grope my breasts and Tye’s grab a handful of my ass. It’s hard to feel anything but beautiful while being so wanted. So touched.

So loved.