Page 33 of Obsessive Cravings

“What?” Mason answered in a cranky tone.

“Did I wake you, asshole?”

“Tides.” His tone changed instantly.

“Your guy was in Creekwood.”

I could sense the tension in the silence that followed. “When?” he finally asked.

“Recently. We pulled cameras and tracked his movements in the mall. Seems he sat at a table in the food court for a while but didn’t eat. Not sure what he was looking at, but my guy said he was pretty intense.” I knew what he was looking at, but I wasn’t about to let Mason know I had Riley.

“Fuck. Any sign of him after that?”

“No. And we haven’t seen him in the city. We’ll keep searching. The prick won’t make it past me if he dares step foot in Bridgeville.” I didn’t like the fact that he’d been in Creekwood. It fell under my territory, and that meant I had no choice now but to retaliate. My threat against the Bad Omens stood. They’d pay if they dared step foot in any part of my territory.

“What made you look at Creekwood?” he asked. Damn, he was smart, and I hoped that didn’t send him looking for Riley here. He knew better than to cross into my city.

“I had my men start from the center of Bridgeville and work their way out into the smaller towns. I warned those derelicts that they weren’t to take a step in any part of my territory, regardless of how far out it was from Bridgeville.”

“Creekwood edges your territory and mine, Greyson. Don’t get cocky and think it belongs to you.”

I gritted my teeth. “It does,” I said, not bothering to wait for his response and ending the call.

“All good, boss?” Tinge asked.

“It will be in a few minutes,” I said, eliciting a laugh from him.

Rolling the tension from my shoulders, I returned to the room. Riley was still sleeping soundly, but I was restless. My instinct was gnawing at me that I was missing something, that Clint Randall was out there threatening to hurt my girl.

Kicking my shoes off, I crawled back into the bed, kissing her shoulder and neck. She stirred, turning over, her eyes lazily blinking open. A dazzling smile filled her face as she raised her hand and cupped my cheek. I leaned into it, enraptured by how that touch lit my heart.

“Good morning,” she murmured.

“It’s about to be,” I replied, kissing her.

“You’re dressed,” she complained, her hands running down my shirt.

“Is that a problem?”

She tugged at my shirt. “It is because I need you naked.”

Chuckling, I sat back, removing my shirt and perusing her naked body. She eyed my pants, and I couldn’t help laughing again.

“You are a demanding thing, aren’t you?”

“I have certain expectations,” she replied as I rose and slowly removed my pants.

She sat up, scooting to the side of the bed, and watched me.

“Better?” I asked, moving closer to her.

Her hand ran the length of my chest, causing sparks to blaze through me. “Better.”

I wanted her again. I didn’t think there would ever be a time when I wouldn’t crave Riley, especially now that I’d had her. Putting aside the concerns, the worries, and the threat that lingered in the distance, I leaned down and picked her up, pulling her against me and kissing her. Her legs wrapped around me, and my body responded, coming alive with her touch. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I guided her body so that she enveloped me. She was drenched, and my dick twitched at the feel of her around it. I brought my hands down her body to hold her waist as she rose and fell over me. Our kisses never stopped even as my need for release rose, taking over until it was a tsunami threatening to drown me.

Threading my hands through her hair, I wondered at how she brought the gentle side of me out. I’d imagined pulling her hair and forcing her moves, but those thoughts fled as soon as I touched her, maybe even before. Because all I wanted to do to Riley was make love to her. To hear her cries, to feel her come undone in my arms, to bring her pleasure.

As my climax tore through me, she came, her cry intertwining with mine, and I knew then that I never wanted to hear anyone’s cry but hers, never wanted to feel anyone come undone for me but her. I held her against me while the ripples of my release drifted through me. Her body trembled when my hand skimmed up her back to weave through her hair.

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