Page 91 of A Hurt So Good

We climb into the SUV before Denz takes off. Arya looks lost in her own little world when I scoot closer to her, wrapping my arm around her shoulder. She finally turns her head and looks up at me, her bruises still lingering around her eye. I reach up and touch it, pressing a little harder than I need to, causing her to wince.

“The only marks on you should be mine,” I tell her softly. She pulls her hair back over her shoulder and tilts her head giving me access to her neck. “You’re hurt, little bird.”

“I need it, War.” That’s all I needed to hear. I lean down and sink my teeth into her flesh. Arya gasps before she moans, causing my cock to stir in my jeans. When I pull my teeth back, I lick the spot I just bit, and Arya grabs my hand, sliding it into the front of her shorts. I groan when I find her panties soaked.

“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” I ask her huskily. She nods her head, biting her lip and forcing my fingers past her panties. With her hand on top of mine, she makes me rub her clit. Arya moans and rocks her hips, showing me with her hand just how much pressure she needs right now.

We keep going until we reach the other side of town, and just as we’re approaching the house, she comes.

“War! Fuck,” she curses as she rides my fingers. When Denz parks the car, I slide my hand out of her shorts.

“You want my cock later? You’re going to ride it hard,” I tell her. She nods her head as the two of us climb out and head for thedoor. Denz bangs on it, seeing how Sasha has it locked up like she’s supposed to.

When she opens the door, she looks between us before rushing out and slamming into Arya. She nearly tackles her to the ground, but Arya keeps them standing.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” Sasha sighs.

“You okay?”

“Some creep has been around the house. I don’t know who he is. I’ve never seen him before,” she says.

“You’ve never seen him around here?” Harlon asks now.

“No. He’s not bad-looking, though,” she adds.

“Jesus,” Denz mumbles under his breath.

“If you’re going to have a stalker, shouldn’t it be a hot one?” Arya chimes in. I wink at her seeing how I am her goddamn stalker. She smirks, and we head inside.

“We’re going to look around. What did he look like?” Denz asks.

“He was about your height. Blond-ish colored hair. Has a tattoo under his eye,” Sasha says.

“Wait. A teardrop?” Arya asks.

“Yeah. How did you know that?”

“I’ve seen him. It was when I came to confront Rachel. He said that Denz was at Rachel’s house, but he wasn’t.”

“You’ve seen him too?” Harlon snaps, looking at the two of us.

“Yeah. I didn’t recognize him, though. I’m not sure how he knew who I was,” Arya tells us. What the fuck is going on around here?

“Let’s go,” I say, motioning for the guys to follow me. We walk outside, and the girls lock up behind us.

“What the fuck do you think is going on?” Denz asks, looking at the two of us.

“I don’t fucking know, but I don’t like it.”

“Me either,” Harlon adds.

“When I find this fuck, I’m going to murder him for going near either one of them,” I announce as we walk down the street.

We don’t make it far when we hear the screams.

Chapter 36

Harlon

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