Page 187 of Crew
They shut up.
Cross was shaking his head, trying not to laugh.
"Shut it." I smacked his chest with the back of my hand.
He caught it, and I laced my fingers with his.
"God." He pulled me to him, dropping a kiss to my neck, running his free hand down my back. "You have no idea how hard it is to stay away sometimes."
The girlfriend in me melted. The best friend couldn't help but tease. "Weak sauce."
He barked a laugh, his lips nipping my shoulder, and his hands slipped inside my jeans. When they kept going, I moved to him, bringing us into perfect alignment. I lifted my mouth, and there he was.
His lips covered mine, opening and taking control.
A shiver ran down my spine, making my entire body tremble.
He grabbed a fistful of my ass before slipping around to the front. He pushed his hand in, not caring that my jeans weren't unbuckled, and I had a second's notice before he thrust two fingers inside of me.
"Fuck." I moaned.
Cross let go of my hand and banded his arm around my back. He pulled me off the trail, but we weren't far enough from the party. We could still hear their laughter, so groaning, he stepped away and tugged me ahead.
We moved farther off the path. Once we stopped hearing them, he pressed me up against a tree.
It was like we'd never touched each other. It was like he hadn't been moving inside me just this morning, but it didn't matter.
Fuck. This guy.
I would always hunger for him, now that I'd gotten a taste.
"I want you. Now." He panted against my mouth, unbuckling my jeans. His fingers pushed my underwear aside and were back in me, rotating, rolling, thrusting.
I fell back against the tree, my neck exposed, and his mouth latched there.
He was licking, tasting, taking what was his.
Everything in me shuddered. Pleasure coursed through me, electrifying me all the way to my toes.
He pulled out a condom, and then he was sliding inside of me.
I clamped onto him, winding my legs around his waist, and I moved my hips in rhythm.
It was hard, fast, and rough. It was a quickie snack, a fucking appetizer because when we were done, there was a rush inside of me. I knew this had been the foreplay for a long night before us.
"You're going to kill me one day." Cross groaned as he pulled out, his mouth dropping to mine.
I ran a hand down his back, savoring how he trembled under my touch. Even now. Even after we were done.
"I love you."
He pressed a hard kiss to my mouth. "I love you too."
He held me, standing against me as I lowered my legs to the ground. Still holding on with one hand, we adjusted our clothing back into place. I caught a whiff of hand sanitizer, and I didn't ask what he'd done with the condom.
After we were both breathing evenly again, we started back.
Cross put his arm around my shoulder, tucking me next to him. I held his hand in mine, and for a moment, we were lost in each other.
That lasted until we drew closer, near enough to hear someone calling, "Where are Bren and Cross?"
I stopped, my feet gluing in place.
No.
I recognized that voice, but it couldn't be right.
Cross' arm fell from my shoulder. He stepped forward. "Is that...?" He looked back at me.
He saw it was. It was written all over my face.
