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I nod, relieved that she understands that. “You still need to be wary of him. There’ll come a time where he gets tired of asking, and then he’ll just take what he wants from you.”
“The same way you’re taking what you want?”
“Not even close,” I tell her. “The difference is, I take only what I know you’re able to give, but Viper will rob you blind.”
She visibly swallows before averting her gaze to her drink, watching the condensation roll down her near-empty glass. “Does it make me an idiot for wanting to see what it’d be like with him?”
“No,” I say, shaking my head despite the way her words pierce straight through my chest. “It makes you human, but you know that if you do go there and he makes you uncomfortable in any way, I’ll come for you, Ky. I’ll always fucking come for you.”
“Even if it kills you?”
“Even then.”
“Shit,” she says, blowing out a heavy breath.
“Couldn’t agree more.”
We sit and drink for the next few hours, talking shit about life and the shop until she starts swaying on her chair. Then all too aware that she still needs to function tomorrow and put art on somebody’s skin, I close out my tab and lead her out of the bar and back down the street.
Kyah chills out a lot when she’s been drinking, and I’m not surprised when she slips her hand into mine and laces our fingers together. I loop our joined hands over her shoulder and pull her into my side, feeling so fucking right when she tilts her head against my shoulder. “So, what happens now?” she asks.
“What do you mean?”
“With you,” she says, laughing to herself at some kind of silent joke that I’m not privy to. “Are you just going to mope around after me until I pull my head out of my ass and decide I’m ready for something more?”
I scoff. “Do I strike you as the type to mope around while watching you fuck your way through Brooklyn?”
“No, I guess not,” she says, sounding a little defeated. “I don’t like the idea of you sticking your dick into every available hole and then expecting me to put out too.”
“I don’t expect you to put out, but when those little boys you’ve been playing with can’t get you off, you’re gonna come looking for me whether I’ve been fucking random women or not. You can’t resist, Ky.”
She lets out a heavy breath, and I continue. “Do you really expect me to save myself for you when you’re not doing the same for me? That’s not me, Ky. I like sex. Hell, I fucking need it, and when I want it, I’m going to get it. It’s up to you if it’s your door I’m knocking at.”
“Uggghhhh,” she groans. “Don’t put that kind of pressure on me.”
“No pressure, babe. Just telling you how it is,” I say, stopping in the street outside her apartment complex and meeting her stare. “It’s simple. I want you, and I know you want me too, but you’re not ready. So until then, we’ll fuck. We’ll have fun, screw around with other people, and then one day, maybe a few years from now, you’ll come and tell me that you’re done with the bullshit.”
“But you’re already done with the bullshit,” she says. “It makes me feel like I’m forcing you to wait for something you want now when there’s probably some other gorgeous woman out there who’s willing to give you that without all the screwing around.”
“You’re right. There are,” I tell her, not willing to be dishonest with her. “But no matter how much they want to throw themselves at me, I don’t want what they can offer me. I want you.”
“Damn it, Crew,” she groans. “Why can’t this be easy? Why’d you have to go and blur the lines?”
“Oh, my sweet little Kyah. I think you’re underestimating just how much fun blurred lines can be,” I tell her, placing my hand on her lower back and leading her toward the door of the apartment complex and hashing in the access code.
Once we’re inside, I pull her aside, pressing her back up against the wall and leaning into her, my nose skimming along the sensitive skin beneath her ear and feeling the way she shudders under my hold. “Blurred lines means that when I’m at work and have been watching you bending over your clients all day, I don’t have to just think about taking you out back and fucking you until your tight little cunt is squeezing around my cock, I actually get to do it. I get to throw you up on the hood of my truck, part your pretty thighs, and fuck you with my tongue, bend you over your kitchen counter, or take you in the shower. Anything you want.”
“Anything I want?” she asks, panting heavily.
I nod. “Anything.”
“Right now?”
I grind my hips into her, letting her know just how fucking ready I am for her. “Right fucking now.”
“Good,” she breathes, her hand slipping up beneath the fabric of my shirt and pressing against my bare chest. “In that case, I need you to take me up to my apartment and throw me around like a fucking ragdoll. I need you to fuck me, Crew. In all the ways you just said. I want to feel your tongue working through my slit. I want you to make me sweat.”
My cock becomes painfully hard and I growl deep in my chest, her words the sweetest music to my ears. Then without even a second of hesitation, I grab her hips and haul her over my shoulder, taking her ass upstairs and hoping like fuck this new prick who lives across the hallway hears every fucking second of it.
