“Yes.”
I grip the couch as he takes his first lick, and his first stroke. He goes slow with both, and I feel like I may never come, but I know he’s not close yet, either. Watching him working us both starts really working for me, and my first orgasm hits before I can even fully feel it coming. I cry out as he smiles against me.
“That’s one, but I’m getting close. Just doing that to you is almost enough to make me come.”
“Wait, please wait for me Aiden.”
“That’s not our deal.”
Two can play this game. He wants me to fuck his face? I’m going to fuck that orgasm out before he does…if it kills me.
I start actively moving over him, and he starts stroking himself harder. I’m fighting to go down, and he knows it. He also wants it, no matter how bossy he’s trying to be. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t be using his teeth now, biting on my clit as he flicks his tongue over it.
We both win as I scream, and then knock his hand out of my way to take him deep. He doesn’t move his mouth from me as I move up and down on him. If anything, he starts to go even crazier, intent on bringing me over again with him when he finally lets go. We’re both still shaking with aftershocks minutes later when I roll off of him.
“Good job.”
“Fuck you.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” he says, rolling around so that I’m back on top of him.
He’s recovering quickly, which I knew he would. I help him along by grinding on him until he’s fully hard and I can slide him inside of me. I arch my back as my still sensitive pussy has a mini orgasm when he hits me exactly where I need him to. It’s almost too much, and I’m so close again. Especially when he starts playing with my exposed breasts.
“Hi girls. I’m sorry you had to be neglected for a little while,” he says placing kissing all over both of them. “I just needed to play caveman for a few minutes. I’m all yours now while Ellie does all the work.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“Actually, we both know that I’m pretty much a genius.”
“An idiotic genius who is holding a conversation with my tits.”
“They answered,” he says pointing to my fully hard nipples that really do look like they’re waiting for him.
Of course they are. What female—or male, for that matter—body part wouldn’t stand at attention for Aiden Ford? I just shake my head, and arch my back for him. It’s better to just go along with his silliness, because we’re both going to be rewarded for it in the end. If I can’t walk by the time we get to Vegas, he’ll just carry me inside anyway—and keep making my body talk to him, over and over again.
* * *
One month later
Aiden
I just got off my flight home from D.C. I went to do a T.V. special with my parents. I’ve never participated in anything like that before, but I owed it to my dad. He said I didn’t, and that I could say no, but we all knew that wasn’t true. What happened with Andres and Dave was because of me. I don’t think I did anything to warrant the hate they felt towards me, but they targeted the people I love regardless.
I wanted Ellie to go with me, but I knew she couldn’t. We’re probably going to get some press when we go out together, but doing a television show would not be okay. Almost every woman in the Society has been exposed because of the men they love, and while they can still work on some missions, it’s getting harder to go undercover. Ellie’s not ready to lose her anonymity, and I won’t take it from her.
Since my trip also coincided with our apartment being done, we’re throwing a party for all our friends tonight. I can’t wait to see the finished apartment, because I know Chloe will have definitely rocked it. I let Ellie have most of the input, because I honestly don’t care what it looks like. The only thing I insisted on was bringing my bathtub from D.C. to have it installed in the new place. It holds some of our best memories, and I plan to make a bunch more.
I take the elevator up to our floor, and can tell that everyone other than me is already there. The noise level is crazy, made even more so by the fact that our door is wide open. I walk in, and start to look around when I see it—something big with a drape over it. My eyes light up as I walk towards it. Our puppy, Scruff, runs around my ankles, and I reach down to pick him up, kissing him on his head.
“Now who loves the animal more than the person?” Ellie asks, stepping in front of me.
“You know that’s not even close to being true.”
“You didn’t come over to me and give me a kiss.”
“Scruff found me.”
“Semantics.”
I set the puppy down, and pull Ellie into my arms, kissing her with all I’ve got. “I missed you so much, Doll.”
“How much?”
“So much that I had Matisse do this,” I tell her, lifting my shirt to show her the intricate “E” over my heart.
“You got a tattoo for me!” Ellie says, jumping up and down. “You are so getting lucky once everyone leaves.”
I pull my shirt down, and look back over at the draped item. “Is that it? That’s it, right?”
“Maybe it’s not the puppy I should be worried about.”
“Can I see it? Please? I’ll earn it again later,” I promise her.
“Oh, I know you will. Go ahead and gloat.”
I rub my hands together, and then pull the covering off my trophy. It’s a cup style, and has to be about five feet tall. It’s on a raised marble podium, and just, fuck yeah.
“What is that trophy for?” Jake asks.
“Me. It’s for me. You know that medal you have? This is my answer to that.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Nate asks.
“Nope. And you should be stepping up your game. At least Jake has a medal. The rest of you are just pathetic.”
“Ellie, I cannot believe you did this. Now they’re all going to want one,” Reina says to her.
“Then I guess they better start earning it,” she replies.
That’s my girl. I kiss her again, not stopping while everyone else in the room continues to complain. The women should be thanking her, because I know for a fact that every man in this room is going to be working hard to get his own trophy. I’m the original, though. The Supreme Ruler of the trophy wars. I won’t be giving up that title any time soon.
Epilogue
Audrey
Maybe I should’ve asked Faith to shoot me so I could’ve avoided this. Then again, I didn’t have to come here. Not everyone attends their 20th high school reunion. I could’ve just ignored the invitation my mom forwarded to me. But the need for revenge was just too strong.
“You okay, Aud?” Ares asks me. Yes, I brought one of my best friends, the famous playboy NASCAR driver Ares Dixon with me. Take that, bitches.
“No. Remind me why I came here again?”
“To show these idiots how sexy and accomplished you are.”
Yep. That’s exactly why I came. I had just started with the Society when my ten year one came around, so I missed it. I wasn’t ready then, anyway. I was still getting past being the nerdy girl who hid behind her glasses for most of her life.
The Society offered me the chance to break out of my cocoon, and emerge as a sexy and strong woman. In addition to being smart, of course. My brain is why I was recruited by Maggie Griffin, but to say that I embraced everything else I was taught would be an understatement. The stylist at the time got me into clothes that actually fit, and showed me how to work the body God gave me to its full advantage.
I’d already taken communications classes in college, because I wanted to try something other than science, but it did nothing to prepare me for the work I’ve been doing for the past ten years. I’m thankful to the mentors for putting us through the rigorous training they do, and for believing in me when I struggled. This butterfly came out flying, and I’ve never looked back. Well, at least not much.
It’s hard to ignore the boy who broke your heart when he’s on
every movie screen in America. And if I’m honest with myself, I haven’t wanted to ignore him. Despite what he and his friends did to me, a little part of me still loves him, and probably always will.
“Isn’t that Blake Armstrong?” Ares asks me, gesturing to where Blake is sitting with his many admirers.
“Yep,” I say with a quick glance, before looking away again.
“Who’s the girl sitting near him?”
I look over and see her. A girl with glasses and a book open on her lap. She looks to be around twelve, and my heart breaks as I see that everyone around her is ignoring her. My feet are moving before I can make them stop.
“Hi,” I say, sitting on the ground next to her. “What are you reading?”
“Powerless. It’s a book about superheroes and villains. Lame, right?”
“Superheroes are definitely not lame. I love superheroes.”
“Really? But you’re so pretty.”
“Thank you. You’re very pretty too. And yes, I love them. So do most of my friends.”
“I love superheroes, too,” Ares says, sitting down with us.
“I’ve seen you on the internet,” She tells him.
“Sometimes people like to take pictures of me because I drive fast cars,” he says with a shrug.
I could hug him right now. He has a tendency to be an egotistical ass on occasion, but he’s holding it back for this little girl. “Thank you” I mouth to him. He just nods back at me.
“People take pictures of my dad, too.”
“Your dad?” I ask.
“Yeah. Blake Armstrong.”
Well, isn’t this ironic. The man who broke my heart because I was a nerd, now has a daughter who could’ve been me all those years ago. I don’t have time to ponder this any longer, because the man in question is now standing over us.
“You okay, Jeanne?”
“Yeah. I’m fine, Dad. Just talking about superheroes.”
“Do I know you?” Blake asks us.
“We met at one of my races last year,” Ares tell him.
“I was talking to her.”
I stand up and motion for us to walk away from Ares and Jeanne. “Know me? No, you don’t know me. I’m just the nerdy girl you invited to prom, and then stood up because it was a joke to you and your friends.”
“Audrey?”
“Hello, Blake.”
“You look great.”
“I know.” I tip my chin to his daughter. “She seems like a pretty awesome kid. Make sure you treat her that way.”
“I do. I’m sorry for what I did to you.”
“Are you?”
“Yes.”
There’s a commotion, and I see four men in masks surrounding Jeanne and Ares. They’re not here for him. I know that in my bones. Blake starts to move towards them, but I stop him. “Stay here.”
I activate my distress signal, and grab the gun from my purse. I see the weakest link and move on him, taking him out easily. Ares grabs Jeanne and runs her over to Blake. I’m shocked to see Reina approach them—how did she get here so fast? I don’t have time to contemplate her appearance, or Ainsley’s, as we both hold off the masked men until they start a fire and run.
We get everyone safely out of the area, and take care of the fire before heading for the parking lot. “Is this your mission, Ainsley?”
“Yes. I didn’t know you’d be here. It’s your reunion?”
“Sadly, yes.”
She leads me into a shuttle bus where I see Ares, Blake, Reina, and Jeanne are waiting for us. Blake stands when I walk in. “You’re one of them? The Society?”
I look to Reina, who nods. “Yes, I am.”
“You’ll help my little girl then, right? You have to help her. You’re the smartest person I’ve ever met in my life. I need you, Audrey, please help us.”
I want to say no. I want to remind him of how he left me waiting for him in my lemon yellow prom dress for hours while he was already there with his real date. Of how his friends tormented me for the rest of the year, while he laughed at their pranks. But I don’t. That little part of me that will be in love with Blake Armstrong forever won’t let me.
“Yes. I’ll help you, Blake.”
Acknowledgements
As always, a big thank you to Dominique and Gabi for making me proud every day.
Helen Williams, Jesse Gordon, and Ally Murphy are a great team to have, and I appreciate all the hard work they do for me!
For my friends, both in person and on the internet, thanks for always supporting me!
And of course, thanks to my readers for loving the Society!
About the Author
Crystal Perkins has always been a big reader, but she never thought she would write her own book, until she did. She lives in Las Vegas, where you can find her running author events and selling books at conventions when she isn’t reading, buying too many Sherlock t-shirts online or finding a place to put all of her Pop! figurines. A mac and cheese connoisseur, she travels the country looking for the perfect version, while attending book conventions and signings as a cover for her research. The Griffin Brothers series and the Corrigan & Co. series are international best sellers, and she’s thankful to the readers who made those things happen!
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