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“Oh my God.” I drop my head to his. “How fast can you be?”
“Everly...” Another voice yells, and I’m pretty sure that one is Brynn.Damn it.
“Oh, I’m not gonna be fast tonight, baby. I’m going to fuck you for fucking hours.” He pushes his tongue inside my mouth, and I press myself against him. “I’m going to take my time. Take your mouth and your cunt, and if you’re a really good girl, I’m going to take this ass that you showed the whole world tonight.”
“Yes, please.” I vibrate with anticipation.
“Did you drive?” Cross pulls away, and it’s as if the sun stopped shining and I’m desperate for its warmth. I nod my head. “Good. Let’s go. I came here with Bellamy and Ares, but you and I are leaving alone. Grab your bag.”
“But my family?—”
“We’ll see them all tomorrow after the game when we go to dinner at your parents’ house,” he tells me, and I stare at him, wondering if I’m in some kind of twilight zone. A second ago, he was filling every hole I had with his thick dick, and now we’re having dinner with my crazy family.
“I’m sorry, what?” I hop off the counter. “Like my whole family?”
My voice actually cracks with that news. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“Yeah well, your dad and I talked. I’m bringing the kids to the game tomorrow, and then we’re all going to your parents’ house for dinner. Now grab your stuff, and let’s get the fuck out of here.” Cross moves closer, his hand sliding down my back as he cups my ass. “And Everly... leave on the shirt.”
We ride back to the house, bathed in silence, only talking enough to find out that Ares and Bellamy are still at the fashion show and Mrs. Ashburn is home with the kids. Cross holds my hand tucked in his like he’s scared to let go.
Scared to let me go.
It doesn’t take long to get to his house. And I can only imagine what it looks like when Mrs. Ashburn sees us walk in. “You’re home early, Cross.” She looks over at me and tries to hold her smile. “And don’t you look... pretty, Everly.”
I probably look more like a high-end escort who went a little too heavy on the eye makeup and puffy hair. But I’ll take pretty if it will get her out of here faster. The kids are asleep, and by the time Cross gets back inside from walking Mrs. A to her car, I’ve stripped down to my tee and panties.
He shuts and locks the door, then prowls toward me like an apex predator stalking its prey.
He knows I’m his. It’s just a matter of how he wants to take me.
I turn around and lift my ponytail off my back. “I wasn’t sure if you were going to like this, Wilder.”
“Then you don’t know fuck all about me, Sinclair. Because what you did tonight... Damn, woman.” He presses his lips to the base of the back of my neck and wraps my hair around his fist. “I thought I’d be the one to claim you in front of everyone, and even then, I figured it would scare the shit out of you.” He pulls my hair out of the tie and lets it spill around my shouldersas he tilts my head back. “I never figured you’d do it first. But then, you like to keep me on my toes, don’t you, baby?”
“I guess I do.”
Strong hands wrap around my stomach and slide up my chest to cup my breasts, and Cross slides down my body.
“Fuck, baby. I can’t believe you wore this onstage.” He molds his big hands around the curves of my body, then slides his fingers along the hem of my panties, leaving delicious sparks of heat everywhere he touches.
“This ass...” He kisses one exposed cheek, then the other. “This body, draped in my name and my number...” A finger slides under the Brazilian-cut elastic sitting high on my backside and snaps it against my skin. “Why’d you do it?”
“Cross...” I whimper impatiently. “You want me to think with your face so close to my pussy?”
“If you want my tongue inside that sweet cunt, you’re going to answer me, Everly.”
“Oh hell.Because you’re mine, Cross. You’re mine, and I’m yours, remember?”
“Good girl.” He bends me over the couch and smacks my ass. “Knew it would look so pretty covered in my handprint.”
“Please, please, please,” I beg.
He slides my panties to the side as his long, blunt finger moves through my wet sex. “Tell me you want this, Everly. Tell me you want everything I’m going to do to you. All of it.”
“Cross...” The word is a plea mixed with a cry. “Don’t make me think with you so close to giving us what we both need.”
“Tell me, Everly,” he demands in the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard, and I melt like warm ice cream on a scorching hot summer day.
