chin is a soft demand as he directs my eyes up so I can meet his over my shoulder. His gaze roams my face, his fingers following the trail they take.
I close mine, allowing him to inspect the damage, somehow knowing it’s something he needs to do to calm himself.
“Raven...” My name leaves him as a distressed whisper and I open my eyes, locking onto his.
I should kick him out, cut the cord quick. Nothing good could come of this.
Instead, I slide my fingers into his hair and pull his lips to mine.
His fingers glide down my hip bone until he’s cupping me.
When his fingers start to swirl, I drop my head against his shoulder, and his lips move to skim over my skin. “I need to make you feel good,” he whispers against my throat. “Let me.”
A shiver runs through me despite the warm water running over my body.
He glides the palm of his hand over my chest and just like he wanted, my nipples rise to attention, begging for his mouth to close around them, and he doesn’t disappoint.
Still half behind me, he bends forward, flicking his tongue across the sensitive flesh until I’m panting against him, then his mouth comes down, his tongue swirling around before he sucks and moves to do the same to the next.
The hand on my pussy slides lower, and right when his middle finger slips inside me, his free hand comes up to pinch my nipple.
I clench around him as he works me from the inside, adding a second finger as he does. He pulls on my nipple, his grip creating a vibrating motion until my body starts to quake.
A deep moan makes its way up my throat and he captures it with his mouth. When he tries to pull back, I don’t let him. I grip his hair and force him to let my tongue in, fucking his while I ride his palm.
He feels when I’m close and yanks away, moving to nip at my left nipple while still twisting and pulling on my right. The speed of his fingers increases to where all I can do is fight not to fall over as I come apart.
I come for him and he hums his approval against me.
We stand there, his fingers still inside me, my body slouched against his until the water runs cold.
Bass is hanging up his phone when I finally make my way down the next evening. I stayed in bed all day nursing some killer ass aches. Cap meets me at the landing with some more Ibuprofen and a bottle of water while Royce holds out two shot glasses.
“She needs painkillers, not that shit right now.”
I take the pills Captain gives and pat him on the shoulder before taking the shots from Royce’s hands. I hold them up. “I kinda need both right now.”
I quickly down both shots back to back. I take the open seat next to Bass, while Maddoc stands and Royce and Captain drop on to the couch.
Bass nods, looking me over. I spent an hour in the bathroom, working with what I had to cover up most of the mess – another trick I learned from my mom. “You good?”
“Fine.” I eye him and he frowns. “You told me to come out last night and this happened. Who else knew?”
“Just my guy.”
“What fucking guy?” Maddoc growls.
I consider my words carefully. If I mention the video, they’ll go all out-revenge mode and get screwed in the end.
“Bass said someone called him talking about causing trouble for me.”
Bass’s features tighten, but he doesn’t throw me under the bus.
Maddoc’s eyes narrow, searching for a lie.
He won’t see it. I can hide the truth behind omission like a champ, especially when I have no choice. Especially if it means protecting them.
“Who is he?” Royce demands, leaning forward in his seat.
“Name’s Benny.” Bass looks from me to the guys, like he’s trying to decide what he can and can’t say in my presence.
But if I hadn’t already put two and two together, he threw it out last night anyway when he said Maddoc pays him.
The guys are behind the fighting at the warehouses. It’s why they want me to stay away and why they can’t be seen doing business there. It’s illegal as shit and they can’t afford that right now.
Which is also why the video can’t see the light of day.
“He’s a nomad, gets in where he fits in.”
“Meaning he’s loyal to no one but himself,” Maddoc adds.
I