Page 22 of Crew Princess
I watched Cross’ pulse ticking in his neck. “We can stay at Jordan’s.”
That felt right. More appropriate.
“What do we tell them about Alex?” I asked.
He thought about it. “We can interrogate him first?”
His eyes held mine, a darkness shining from them. I saw it, and I felt it rising up inside of me. All that chaos I had pushed down, all the healing at counseling I’d done over the last ten weeks, my community service—I was going to shove it aside, just because Cross asked me to.
I nodded. “Let’s go.”
But as he started for the kitchen. I reached out, remembering the truck, remembering how he hadn’t gotten his release.
“Wait.” I pulled him to me, feeling him line up right where he was supposed to. Just before his mouth touched mine, I said, “We have time. I owe you something.” My hand slid down his chest, going to his jeans, and I unbuckled his pants.
He grinned, moving in, his lips grazing mine. “I’m thinking I like this something.”
I found him through his boxers and wrapped my hand around him. He groaned, dipping to kiss me fully, harder, rougher.
“Fuck,” he rasped.
I started to stroke him as he grew hard again, rising.
His hand wrapped around my back, then slid down to my hip. Lifting me in the air, Cross carried me to my room. We left the light off, shut the door, and went to my bed. He was over me until I pushed him off, my hand still moving up and down. “Back up.”
“What?”
I pushed him, guiding him to stand before the bed. I grinned at him before pulling his pants down and lowering my mouth.
“It’s my turn.”
His hands caught in my hair just as my mouth closed around him, and he surged upward. “Oh, fuck.”
Yeah. That was about right.
“You know your brother won’t let this go. He’s going to do something.”
It was five in the morning. We were camped outside of Alex Ryerson’s gym. We didn’t want to take him when he left his house. Their driveway was too long, and Drake could’ve been there. Alex wasn’t in a crew, so rules were different for him than if Drake got involved.
I grunted in response to Cross’ low warning and shifted, resting my feet on his dashboard, coffee in hand. “I know. I figure we’ll deal with him later, though.”
Five in the morning was seriously too early to do what we were about to do, especially after Cross and I had not adhered to Channing’s no fucking rule. We’d only gotten to sleep a few hours ago.
Cross yawned, rubbing his face. He shifted back, his arms crossed over his chest. “Remind me why we’re not in bed right now?”
“Because…” I yawned. “Because we wanted to grab him first before anyone else got to him. Also, we wanted to avoid my brother when he got home.”
“Oh yeah.” Cross shot me a grin. “That’s the real reason.”
“Exactly.”
But damn, it was early. I needed a coffee refill ASAP or I was going to get cranky. No one wanted that.
“Since we’re here, we should talk about things.”
My stomach twisted at Cross’ somber tone.
I looked over to find him watching me with the resigned expression we’d both worn last night.
