“It sounds like I own you, Kyla. It sounds like I own this pussy, this incredible body,” he says, hands smoothing up my spine. “It sounds like it’s calling out for me. Am I wrong?”
He pounds into me so hard I can’t answer. It’s onslaught after onslaught of pleasure.
“Tell me I’m wrong,” he boasts. “Tell me you don’t want to be owned like this.”
No such words would ever cross my lips. “Fuck yes,” I grind out instead, moving back into him as he spears me.
He holds my hips in place. Sweat drips down my spine, and he leans over to capture it with the tip of his tongue. Oh fuck. My thighs are jelly. My core is thoroughly fucked in all the right ways.
Johnny moves his hands to my ass, squeezing me there to the point of pain. He releases, and I let out a breath only to feel the palm of his hand slap me in the same spot. Pleasure spikes, sinking into every pore, every thought. He does it again, and another orgasm rakes my body, torturing it in the most beautiful way.
He grips my hips as he loses control, ramming inside me until he comes with a low grunt, his cock jerking inside me as my pussy clenches around him. He collapses over me, chest heaving. I can’t keep both of us up, so I fall to the bed and he falls with me like we’ve just taken a giant leap to an unknown place with each other.
His hot breath stirs my hair when he finally speaks. He’s still sprawled over my back, cock seated inside my sated walls. “This is all my fault, and I’m not mad. But I will fight for you, Kyla. I thought you left, and the bleak existence I would have without you flashed in front of my eyes until all I saw was pain. I don’t deserve this, but I’m not fucking giving up either. It’s not in me.” He lets out a breath. “Tell your boys it’s game on.”
I wait for a beat, but the only thing that comes is the rapid beat of his heart against my back. Fuck, he’s really serious. I turn toward him, catching him before he slips from the bed. I sit up, kissing his shoulder as he swings his legs over. “I never meant for this to happen,” I tell him. “I wanted to tell you. I want you to know them like I do.”
He hangs his head. “I have no one to blame but myself.”
“Don’t do that,” I plead. “I didn’t realize what was happening with all of you until it was too late.”
His jaw ticks. “Just so it’s clear. Who are we talking about here?”
I watch his face. Either he has the best poker face in the world, or he really isn’t planning on killing them. He says he’s going to fight for me, but we’re going to fight for him too. “Brawler.”
“I know that one,” he says, jaw clenching.
“Oscar,” I tell him, ignoring his response.
“Fucking Bat?”
Jesus. Oscar never gets any love. Johnny just mirrored Brawler’s reaction. I know he’s a smart mouth, but he’s so fucking good underneath it all.
“And—”
“There’s another?”
I take his arm, pulling him until his back is on the bed and I’m straddling him. “I’m being open with you, babe,” I say, letting his nickname for me slip out. It works this way, too. He is my babe. He’s my gorgeous Crew leader. My torn bad boy with a heart underneath it all. “My feelings grew for everybody at the same time. I’ve never felt like this before,” I tell him, letting my soul ooze out between us. With this information, he could make me bleed. He could ruin me. He could turn my life into a total rotting mess, but I’m trusting him with everything. “Jacob,” I breathe, using Mag’s real name and letting my last secret in regard to this finally slip out.
A low rumble starts in Johnny’s chest. “Now I don’t feel bad for punching that fucker earlier.”
I still. “You punched him?”
“I thought he left you alone so you could run away.”
I lean over him, making him look at me. “He let me up here. Magnum cares for you, Johnny.”
“Yeah, cares for me enough to take my girl from me.”
I pin his hands above his head and loom over him. “No one is trying to take anything from you, Johnny. We all want to work together. We