Page 43 of Her Crew

“You’re soaked,” I growl. “It’s not just for me, though, is it?” I say as I draw my hips back and plunge into her again. “While you sat between us, were you thinking about how I could touch you? How I could fuck you?”

“How you both could,” she pants.

I brush her hair away from her face and fist the dark strands, craning her head back. “Such a good fucking girl.”

I didn’t expect that to come out of her mouth. I’ve thrust this girl into an unconventional situation, and she loves it, gets wet at the thought of it. She is so beyond incredible, and I’m unbelievably lucky.

So I fuck her, hard and fast. She whimpers and moans as I pin her against the van and slip my hand between us so that I can make her come, all while knowing the crew could come out at any moment.

“Ace,” she pants as I swirl my fingers around her clit.

“I couldn’t wait. I need you now. But you wait until tonight. You’ll be fucked and used until you’re left without a single thought in your pretty head. If not by me, then by Tye. And hopefully, both of us. Such a spoiled little whore, aren’t you?” I whisper against her warm ear.

She moans and nods against the metal.

The restaurant door opens and closes, and footsteps head toward the van. I cover Tegan’s mouth and listen. Everything tells me to pull out and play it cool, but she’s so fucking tight and inviting, and I don’t want to waste my erection. The temptation is too great, and the feeling is too good, so I hold her mouth and continue to fuck her as the side door opens and closes.

The doors are solid in the back of the van, and no one can see us from inside, but they can certainly feel the motion of the damn thing with how hard I’m fucking her. I pull her hips back against me and grind into her to prevent the van from rocking with our movements. I slip my fingers into her mouth to quiet her instead of keeping my hand around her mouth.

Her teeth clamp down as she gets closer, and pain sears through my fingers as she comes around me. I grit my teeth through the pain and keep railing her until I know I’ll bust too. She tightens around me, spasming and milking me of my pleasure. I fill her and bury my face in her neck to stifle my uncontrolled groans. She pulls embarrassing sounds from me, and I cry them into her flesh. She just feels that fucking good.

I pull out of Tegan and help her look presentable before anyone gets more of a glimpse of what’s mine. We try not to look guilty as hell as we climb back inside. One of the crew sits in the backseat, but they don’t say anything to us.

A few minutes later, the rest of the group funnels out of the building. A few people mill around, lighting cigarettes and getting a quick hit before we’re back on the road. Stacks climbs into the driver’s seat and looks at me in the rearview mirror.

“Tye said Tegan was feeling sick,” he says.

He’s so quick thinking, because that was a great excuse.

“She’s okay now, I think,” I say, but I don’t think she’s okay. I know she is.

Stacks pushes the keys into the ignition as Tye drops into his seat beside Tegan and tosses a cheeseburger to each of us.

“Good looking out,” I say with a wink.

He knows I mean more than the food, but he just shrugs and says, “Don’t mention it.”

The van rumbles to life, and Stacks shouts at the stragglers to get a move on. Once we’re all accounted for, the wheels roll forward, and we’re off to the next city. Before Tegan came along, the drive to the next town was when I’d get my next sad story ready for the next set of schmucks. Not today, though.

Today, all I can think about is the next time I’ll get to experience Tegan. If I’m not careful, she might derail my focus and cause problems with my plan. If I can get her on board and make her part of it, though? Well, I might just have a new plan in mind.

Chapter 24

Tegan

I take a deep breath, as if I’m about to walk a tightrope, but there’s no reason to be so fearful. It’s just a shower. Something people do every day. But each day, it’s a source of anxiety for me, even with Alec’s comfort and best attempts to distract me.

He usually showers with me, but I’m alone today. We thought I should try by myself. I know it’s stupid, and I’ve gotten better about it, but I remember the old life I left behind, and my breath hitches as I look at the shower.

Alec steps into the bathroom. “Everything okay?”

I shake my head and pull the towel away.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“I just don’t understand why this is so hard for me,” I whisper.

Alec smiles at me. “Get in the shower. I’ll be right back.”