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“That’s a little gross, Cross.”
“The fuck it is. That’s sexy as hell.” Raven shakes her head and adjusts the boxers before she walks toward me. I shove my feet back into my boots and wrap my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her face to mine. I kiss her before I move along her jaw, down her neck, and suck the flesh into my mouth to leave my mark on her.
“What are you doing?” She pants, loving the way I work my tongue over her skin.
“Markin’ you. Makin’ sure they all know you’re mine,” I tell her before running my tongue over the hickey I just left on her. She lifts her hand and rubs over the same spot as she eyes me.
“What’s with you today?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re all possessive and shit,” she answers.
“You’re mine, Raven. I’m just makin’ sure they all remember that.”
Chapter Twenty
Raven
I don’t think there’s a single position where I haven’t been fucked. Cross has fucked me all over this clubhouse, in any room he can take me in. Not that I mind it, I don’t. But he’s been different. Possessive. He’s marked my body so that everyone can see who I belong to. He’s left his mark, making me wonder what’s gotten into him.
“What’s wrong?” Evie asks as I sit on the stool at the bar, swinging my feet.
“I don’t know. Cross has been acting differently.”
“How so?” I hold my hand to my neck and show her the marks he’s left on me. “His personal brand.”
“He never wanted to do that before,” I tell her.
“What are you thinking?” she asks. I shrug my shoulders. I don’t know what to think. I don’t know where this side of Cross is coming from.
“I honestly don’t know.”
“I do,” Drake inserts, wrapping his arm around Evie. I watch him press a kiss to the side of her head before he looks over at me.
“What do you know?”
“He’s been havin’ an issue with the death of his brother,” he replies. My heart drops in my chest.
“I shouldn’t have done it,” I whisper.
“You didn’t do it. I did. And that’s not what I mean. I think he regrets not doin’ it himself.”
“Why do you think that?” I ask, looking him in the eye.
“The way he’s been off lately. I’ve seen the way he’s been with you. We all have. I think he’s processin’ shit a little differently.”
“I wouldn’t have let him do it,” I tell Drake. He nods his head.
“I wouldn’t have either. It was too personal for him. Maybe that’s what the deal is,” he says. I don’t know what’s gotten into him. It’s not that I mind him fucking me on every surface of this place, and it’s not that I mind him marking me. It’s just something new that he’s never done before.
“What are you talkin’ about?” I hear his voice, and it sends a chill down my spine. His hand wraps around my neck the same way he’s been doing and tips my head back before his lips are there. His kisses are searing and run straight to my core.
“Talkin’ about you.”
“What about me?” Cross asks when he pulls away and sits on the stool next to me.
“How you’ve been treatin’ her.”
