Page 45 of Screamer
“Make me come, Ben,” I beg. “Please make me come again.”
“Say that again.”
“Ben,” I say, knowing exactly what he wants to hear. “Fuck, Ben.”
He slides his hand down my stomach and presses his thumb against my clit to rub hard and fast circles. My breathing is ragged, my flesh is slick with sweat, and I’m loving every second.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he groans. “Come with me.”
His cock swells, and his movements become jerky. We shatter, clinging to one another as if our lives depend on it. Theorgasm seems to go on forever, but eventually, Screamer rolls to the side, sliding out of my slick heat, and pulls me into his side.
“Feel better?” he finally asks after he catches his breath.
His question brings the events of the day to the forefront of my mind. “Physically, yes. Emotionally, no.”
“Fair.”
Unable to stop it, I yawn, stretching my body as I do. “I’m so damn tired.”
He kisses the top of my head. “Get some sleep.”
“You’ll be here when I wake up?”
“Promise, sweetheart.”
CHAPTER 22
SCREAMER
Wrong.
“Our guy couldn’t find him.”
Drumming my fingers on the table, I can’t stop thinking about the woman still in my bed. I kept my promise and was there when she woke up… the first time. After we fucked again, she fell back to sleep, and I came to church. Shuffle and a few of his brothers are present, and it’s disconcerting to know his sister is naked under the same roof.
“Addison and her detectives haven’t either,” Crow states.
“What about you?” I ask, turning my attention to Tracer. “Find anything?”
He stares at me for a long moment, and I give him an almost imperceptible nod. He approached me before church was called to order and asked if I was okay with him sharing the fact that I asked him to dig into Roxie. I told him to go ahead, that I have nothing to hide anymore because Roxie’s safety takes priority over my secrets.
“Well, per your request,” he begins. “I dug into Roxie, which led me to Jace.”
“You were snooping on my sister?” Shuffle snarls.
“Don’t,” Crow barks. “I get that you’re pissed about her being with Screamer, but it is what it is. Let it go.”
Shuffle settles into his chair. “Fine. But know that I’m only giving in because this is your house, not mine.”
“Understood.” Crow looks to Tracer. “Continue.”
“Honestly, there wasn’t much to find on Roxie. No criminal record, no dirty laundry, so to speak.”
“You thought you’d find otherwise?” Shuffle asks.
“No,” Tracer admits. “But I did come across her social media accounts, and that’s where things get juicy.”
“How so?” I demand.
