Page 168 of Crew
I held my breath, feeling my pulse pounding in my ears, but Cross didn't move away. His arms didn't loosen, and neither did mine.
The footsteps stopped outside the door. "Dude!" Jordan pounded on it. "You guys in there?"
Cross stifled a curse, one hand anchored behind my neck, and he lifted his head toward the door. "We're talking."
"You serious?"
"Yeah. Go away."
I pressed my mouth into Cross' neck. He ran a hand down my back.
"A crew talk?" Jordan's voice sounded strained.
"A Bren talk." Cross' grin was wicked, looking down at me.
I shook my head, unable to keep from grinning back, and pressed a fist to his chest. He grabbed it, flattening my hand against his chest instead.
I sucked in some air. His heart was going just as fast as mine.
"Well. Okay. We're all taking off."
"We'll catch up with you later."
"Bren?"
Shit. I had to talk.
I tried smoothing out my voice so it came out normal. "Yeah?"
"You okay?"
"Yeah. I, uh..."
Cross put his lips to my ear, whispering, "What you said at Manny's, about your dad." Then he began nibbling.
I almost melted, my knees jerking.
"It's about what I said earlier. I just, I have to--best friend time, you know?"
"Yeah." Jordan sighed. "Taz wants to take Race to the hospital, so Z and I are going with the girls. They're shook up. We're going to comfort them, if you get my drift."
Cross snorted, tipping his head back. "Have fun getting laid."
Jordan laughed. "Yeah. Yeah. See you guys." He tapped the door once in his farewell, then started back down the hallway.
Cross dipped down, grabbed me around the legs and tossed me onto the bed.
He followed right after, dropping to the bed almost at the same second. His hands slid up my neck, his fingers moving through my hair, and he bent down, his lips meeting mine, taking mine.
He commanded, and I answered. I couldn't do anything else. This guy--I'd do anything for him.
It wasn't long until we heard everyone start to leave--footsteps traipsing outside, crossing the lawn. Voices outside, then car doors opening and closing. Headlights came on, some lighting up his room, until suddenly and so blissfully, everyone was gone.
It was just us. Us and his bed.
He paused, lifting his head. "Did you want to go to the hospital too?"
I smiled. "You're joking, right?"
