Page 55 of Blood Pack Beginning

“What did you send?” she asked, pulling into the motel parking lot.

“A message to Pierrot. Now that Omar’s phone is connected again, he should be able to give us a location.”

“Smart thinking, Puppy Chow. I’ll be right back.” Sasha went into the administration office and paid for the room in cash and exited with the keys.

She returned to find Amir excited.

“Omar’s in the Woolly Pillars compound,” he crowed.

“Good to know.”

“But in bad news, Diego and Cyrus just left. Apparently, it took longer than expected for them to swap out the tires.”

She parked the car at the far end of the motel strip. “In that case, you should try and grab a few hours shuteye,” she remarked as she let them into their room.

“As if I could sleep.” Agitation rode Amir and had him pacing the tight room.

Sasha lounged on a bed with the most hideous flowered comforter and watched him. Three stiff steps, abrupt pivot. And back again.

After several minutes, she complained. “You’re making me dizzy. Sit down.”

“I can’t,” he growled. “I fucking hate waiting.”

“Wearing a hole in the carpet won’t help.”

“Then what do you suggest?” he snapped, facing her bristling, his fists clenched by his sides.

“A distraction.”

“I’m not in the mood for television.”

“Neither am I.” She knelt on the bed and removed her top.

His jaw went slack. “What are you doing?”

“Stripping.”

“I can see that. Why?”

“Because you need to relax.” She stood on the bed and shoved down her pants.

Some of the tension eased from his frame as his expression smoldered with interest but also twisted with conflict. “Could you have chosen a worse time? My brother’s in trouble.”

“Yup, and we can’t do shit about it until the others arrive, and rather than watch you wear a rut in that carpet, why don’t you release some of your tension in a more pleasurable fashion?”Her panties went flying, and she planted her hands on her hips, posing her nude body.

“I’m not in the mood.”

“Fair enough.” She flopped onto the bed with her legs parted. His gaze went to the pink valley between her thighs and stayed fixated as she licked a finger to moisten it before sliding it down her body to touch herself. A little rub on her clitoris felt nice, but it wasn’t that tiny stroke that made her wet but the smoldering look on Amir’s face.

She parted her nether lips and dipped a finger, coating it in her honey. She then rubbed it over her clit, stroking that sensitive nub, enjoying the tingles that had her squirming. It felt good, but not as good as someone else touching her.

Amir remained standing as if carved in stone. A handsome man with a square jaw bristling with stubble. How she wished he’d scraped it along her skin.

Her fingers kept dipping and rubbing as she willed him to join her. While he’d yet to move, his body reacted to the show, the distinct bulge of his erection making her lick her lips.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this now,” his low growled complaint.

“I can’t believe you’re not licking me yet.”

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