Page 21 of Effortless

Yeah.

That’s exactly what she wanted, he found. He gave it to her. She came on her knees, and rolled over to let him eat her cunt until she came again. And then she sucked his dick while he made her a coffee.

Every part of Camilla was wicked. Right down to her core. She could take sin, and make it feel inferior next to her.

Tom liked all of it.

Tom balanced a bagged bagel and a to-go coffee in one hand, and said goodbye to his father on the call while Cross waved him inside the club’s office. “Yeah, I’ll give Ma a call.”

“Don’t forget, Tommaso,” his father said.

“Later, Dad.”

Tom shoved the cell phone into his pocket as he stepped into the office. Cross sat behind a desk, Zeke rested on the edge, and an unknown guy was in the corner fucking with a game on a tablet. The paperwork spread out on the desk told Tom his friend was working—probably something for the club, but he couldn’t be sure.

“Doesn’t Zeke own this place?” Tom asked.

He tore into the bagel, needing food in his stomach after the night before. Who needed a gym four times a week when fucking a woman like Camilla was a goddamn marathon? Not that he was complaining.

“Cross is better with paperwork,” Zeke said.

“How’s my sister?” Cross asked, never looking up from the desk.

Tom swallowed the bite of bagel before he spoke. “You want to get into that, or …?”

“The only reason I haven’t called to check up on her is because I knew you were coming over here this morning.”

He had the slightest feeling that Camilla and Cross were more like best friends than siblings that couldn’t stand to be near one another. Oddly, Tom was okay with that. He figured Camilla needed someone like Cross to keep an eye on her, and look out for her wellbeing. There were enough assholes out in the world as it was.

“She’s good,” Tom said. “Said she was going to call her friend—August, or something?—before she headed out somewhere.”

Cross nodded as he scribbled something on the paper. “Good.”

“What, were you the lucky pick of the night for Cam?” The guy in the corner smirked, and lifted a brow in heavy suggestion. “That girl’s got no self-control. Girls, guys—whatever. As long as it’ll make her scream, she’s down for it.”

“Sounds like somebody’s got a hard nut for Cam but can’t get further than having his limp dick in his hand,” Zeke said. “Jealous that it takes her a quarter of the effort to pick up guys—or shit, girls—than it does when you pay for somebody to fuck you, Dane?”

The guy scoffed. “She’s a hit it and quit it, type, but at least she knows it. Girls like her are what they are, and it’s worth a good time but not much more.”

Cross lifted his attention away from the work. Tom saw a promise of violence coated with hatred in Cross’s dark eyes, but the guy in the corner seemed oblivious to the threat. On the corner of the desk, Zeke had stiffened into stone as he looked to Cross with a frown.

“Say that again, Dane,” Cross said quietly.

It wasn’t even a question.

It was a challenge.

Any smart man would have heard that, and backed the hell off as fast as he possibly could. Apparently, the guy was not a smart man.

“Come on, Cross. You know how your sister is. Everybody knows the girl’s got just enough slut to make her interesting, but not enough wife to keep her around.”

The night before—and the quick fuck he’d had with Camilla that morning—flashed into Tom’s mind. All the things he’d said, and the words he’d used. She hadn’t minded at all when he called her his pretty little slut. She’d only goaded him on and asked for more.

Yet, hearing someone else call her that outside of bedroom, without her approval, and as though it was meant to shame her … well, fuck, it really pissed him off. He could guarantee none of the men in that room were saints. Every single one of them enjoyed sex, and had more than their fair share of women. Like fuck was some stupid prick going to insult Camilla just because she enjoyed the same thing he did, except she had a pussy instead of a cock.

Tom didn’t even think about it; the magnum he’d picked up from Cross’s home collection to have on him while he was in the city was in his hand. Before Dane knew what happened, Tom pulled the trigger and put a single bullet right above the guy’s head.

Silence coated the room with a thick, bitter warning.