bones were gone. Melted into my skin and my organs. I was a limp noodle.
Cross moved one of his legs between mine, holding me, and he was kissing my throat again. He was moving around me, so he was half-lying on top of me. I was still catching my breath, one of my hands falling to his back, when suddenly—
Bam! Bam! Bam!
-–against the door.
“I heard you all the way down in the basement. Some of us aren’t getting shit. You don’t have to pour fucking salt in the wound. Assholes!”
Cross paused, his head between my breasts, and then he started laughing.
I was still too weak to do anything except cup the back of his head. “Don’t stop,” I moaned, lifting my hips just a bit to push against his.
He groaned. “I don’t think I have any more in me, but—” He ground back against me, and he did.
He so did.
It was just the beginning, though.
I sighed after, my hand falling from him to land with a plop on the bed. “I’m dead. I’ve got no more.”
He laughed, nipping the side of my breast before lifting his head. “You do, too.” His hand moved between us, finding my clit again, and he was right. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he brought me to a third orgasm.
Cross and I were doing just fine.
“I need to go out.”
Jordan made that announcement as he dropped into one of the chairs in the living room. Cross was working on his laptop. I was curled up next to him, lying across the rest of the couch, half leaning up against his arm.
I was texting back and forth with Tabatha, who finally reached out. I’d been trying to get ahold of her since Sunday had her baby. It wasn’t until today that she finally responded, and I was given the ultra-important mission of not telling Jordan anything she was telling me—and that the 4-1-1 was that she was dating back in Roussou. Little did she know, I wasn’t violating my crew obligation because Jordan already knew. Zellman told us everything he was finding out, it was almost too much. I mean, we hadn’t needed to know how long Drayana’s umbilical cord was, with photos and all.
“What are you thinking?”
“Bren goes back to working tomorrow in her bounty-hunter-in-training or whatever. You have tests this week, just like me.” Jordan shifted in his seat, lines sticking out around his mouth. His whole energy was edgy and frustrated. He clipped out, “There’s a huge block party on frat row. I think we should go.”
“You were banned, remember.”
“It’s a street party. They can’t ban me from a street party, and I think they dropped that. Tab’s not even here.”
True.
Cross glanced down at me.
I looked at him.
I already knew neither of us cared, but Jordan needed to go out.
No words were said.
I sat up at the same time Cross shut his laptop.
Jordan grinned. “I love you guys.”
I snorted. “We’re going to a party for you. Not a huge hardship here.” I was crossing the room, heading to go and change.
He called after me, “Parties are usually a hardship for you, Bren.”
True. I glanced back, grinning and seeing him shooting me a grin. “We owe you.”
He grunted. “Fuck yeah, you do. The animalistic sex was a bit much.”
Cross was walking by him, and without saying a word, his hand flashed out. He smacked Jordan on the back of his head but kept going.
Jordan called after us, half-laughing, “Don’t go another round in there, and you’re driving, by the way. I’m starting to drink right now.”
JORDAN
I loved going out with my crew.
It would’ve been better if Z was here, but it was what it was. Bren and Cross didn’t get it. Well, Cross did, but Bren was fucking clueless. Both had no idea the effect they had on people. They were noticed. Watched. Observed. Bren and Cross walked down the street, and it was just known that they were there. It didn’t matter if people didn’t know them. If they didn’t, people got curious. Bren was beautiful. Cross was badass. There was something they gave off, something in the air. People felt it, tuned into it, and woke.
These were my people. Mine.
I loved walking with them. I loved having their backs. I loved knowing they’d have my backs.
No one fucking got it. None.
These people were my family. I would die for them, and they’d do the same.
It was nothing but pride I felt when I walked beside them down