tone and words. I don’t break eye contact. I want him to see exactly how sure I am. About everything.
Jerif’s flame-filled gaze fixes on me, and I feel the intensity and weight in it before he nods slowly, his lips slightly curving up. “Okay, then. Get some rest, and we’ll settle things tomorrow.”
My stomach flips at those words, and greedy anticipation bubbles up in my belly. Mmmm.
“I look forward to it,” I tell him, unintentional seduction dripping from the statement.
Jerif’s jaw pulses, and his heated gaze rakes down my body and slowly back up again. “Tease,” he accuses gruffly before turning on his heel and storming off in the direction of the graveyard.
“You know you like it, asshole,” I shout after him with a smile.
Iceman shakes his head and chuckles before kissing me lightly on the lips. He huffs out an icy breath against my mouth and then moves to follow Jerif reluctantly. I watch his ass as he goes, disappointment fluttering through me that I’m not going to be reenacting any fivesome sex dreams tonight.
For a second, I’m tempted to volunteer that we all hang out near the Gate so we can fuck like rabid bunnies in its needy presence, but I’m not ready to go back into Hell yet, and I’m pretty sure Jerif and Iceman are going into Hell’s Embrace, since that’s where the actual Gate is located.
Despite the fact that I’m covered in muck, I look gratefully at the mansion in the distance. It sure beats the Center Ring of Hell, and it’s damn good to be back.
11
I sigh and turn to Echo and Crux. “Be honest. How much is Grumpy Lurch going to hate me if I walk in there like this?”
Echo and Crux run amused yet hungry gazes over me. “A lot,” Echo says.
“Yep,” Crux agrees. “I better carry your half-naked, filthy body so that you don’t drip all over the mansion.”
My cheeks flame with as much heat as the space between my thighs.
“Yes, we don’t want her to get punished like a bad girl,” Echo adds. “Do we, Crux?”
“Definitely not.”
I can’t reply. My tongue wants to leap down my throat and lick my own clit, that’s how throbbing and desperate it is. How can they affect me so much just by saying a few dirty words?
Looking smug as shit, Crux walks up, but instead of scooping me in his arms all romantic-like, he opts not to, since he doesn’t want to crush my wings.
So instead, he gingerly takes the scythe from my hand and then steps in front of me and kneels down, letting me hop on his back. I wrap my hands around his neck. My fingers dig into his throat, and I give his neck a little squeeze, just to see if he’s into it. Since Taz interrupted us, the low burn in my stomach hasn’t let up, and I know the guys feel it too.
“Oh, Jeter,” Crux rumbles, his voice dropping down an octave as he looks over his shoulder at me. “I knew you were a pro batter, but I didn’t know you liked to give a good choke up.”
I swallow at the dirty baseball innuendo, and I can practically feel my eyes dilating with desire. He’s mixing my love for sex and baseball all in one, and it’s fucking working for me.
Crux starts walking the rest of the way down the driveway, his long, even strides not even jolting me. I take advantage of my spread legs wrapped around him and slowly grind my center against his back, just to give myself some much needed friction.
“Here, let me help with that.”
I gasp as Echo’s hands come up, pressing against my ass. The bottom of my cheeks are exposed from the bodysuit, and he wastes no time squeezing the bouncy flesh. With his touch, he grinds me harder against Crux’s back, and I instantly bite down on my bottom lip. Wicked heat flutters through me like my tummy butterflies have suddenly caught on fire.
Crux keeps walking, and Echo keeps palming my ass, pressing all my achy parts against Crux like it’s some integral part in getting me to the mansion. It’s all so fucking wrong and dirty, but I don’t want it to stop.
When we get to the front door, Echo sends his shadows ahead, and they turn the handle and push the door open for us. Crux doesn’t even break his stride, he just tromps right in, Echo’s hands still on my ass. He doesn’t even move them