Page 81 of Heart Sick Hate

“Deceiving right?” I squeeze his hand, and he smirks.

“No nightmares?”

I shake my head.

“Good.”

I’m not sure if it’s that Crew grounds me, but the nightmares fade when I’m in his arms, or when he’s holding my hand. His touch puts my mind at ease.

His fingers graze the inside of my thigh, brushing the edge of where my shorts ride up high where I’m seated.

My body ignites at the simplest touch when I spent my life thinking it was impossible. I was convinced I just wasn’t a sexual person. My indulgences were in ink, pot,booze. But when it came to sex, I didn’t feel that interest girls always talked about.

As Crew’s feather-light touch sends my insides fluttering, I realize I just hadn’t felt the man with the power to wake me up. One brush of his fingertips on my inner thigh, and I can’t help that my knees widen for him.

He smirks, his eyes darting briefly to my lap, telling me he didn’t miss it. He grips my thigh tighter, drawing his hand further up my leg.

“We shouldn’t,” I say as he runs his hands between my legs, setting me on fire with his touch.

“That’s never stopped us before.”

He’s right.

“Undo your shorts, Goldie.” He drags his hand down my thigh, and even if I shouldn’t, I can’t help but obey.

This far outside the city, the road is empty enough that no one will see us, but the thrill of possibly getting caught is what excites me more. Ever since Crew fucked me outside the bar, I can’t deny how much the risk turned me on.

Undoing my shorts, I peel them open in the front and widen my legs.

“Happy now?”

“Not yet.” He skates his hand up and into my shorts, cupping my pussy, but not taking his eyes off the road.

I grip the sides of my seat, my fingernails digging into the leather as he pulls my panties to the side and slides his fingers through my slickness.

“Now I’m happy.” He shoves two fingers in, and I lose all thoughts on my exhale.

Crew grinds the heel of his hand against my clit, and I can’t help but ride it. I need that wrong feeling he gives me. The depravity only he offers.

I close my eyes and tip my head back, and Crew rocks my center with the road. He shoves his fingers deeper and sets every urge on edge. My legs start shaking, and I can’t help but grab his wrist. I clutch him like I’m trying to hold on as I start to float, and my skin prickles.

But he pauses.

“Crew.” I groan, tipping my face to him.

“You want to come, Echo?” He pushes his fingers in deeper once more, stopping there.

“Yes.”

He hums, grinding his palm over me. “Then tell me the truth.”

“What truth?” I tip my hips up, barely hanging on.

I thought we were past this when I admitted I wanted him the night he took my virginity.

“Why are you marrying my brother, Echo?” He grinds his hand again, holding me on the ledge.

“You’re—” I rake my fingers through my hair. “Why are we talking about that right now? Is it because he called?”

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