“Do you know how bad I want you right now, Braya?”
Taking her hand, she skimmed it through his short, trimmed hair, cupping the back of his head and pulling him closer, her lips millimeters from his.
“Tell me,” she said in a voice she didn’t recognize as her own.
He didn’t say a word, but his hands cupped her hips, pulling her more fully into his body, grinding his dick into her, causing a rush of arousal to flood from her body wetting her panties. Crash didn’t kiss her as she expected, just nipped her lip, smiling deviously.
“Looks like I’m not the only one that’s wanting, am I, princess?”
Crash ran his hands up her sides bringing her borrowed t-shirt with them, inching it up further as his hands moved. Braya didn’t want to let him go but lifted her arms as he continued to pull her shirt up. With the shirt gone, her bare breasts were exposed to him. Braya leaned back slightly on the bed when he bent his head, encompassing one of the hard nubs with his mouth. She whimpered, the heat of his mouth, the feel of his tongue, and the slight nip of his teeth driving her crazy. Her hands instinctively went back to his head, trying in vain to pull him close, asking for more without saying the words. He just chuckled and pulled away slightly, looking at Braya in a way that said, ‘You get what I give, nothing more.’ Braya reluctantly took the hint and removed her hand laying it on the bed, gripping the bedding in her fist. Like a lifeline.
Crash's cocky smile and unspoken promises that sparked in his eyes were becoming addictive. He pushed his body closer, causing her to fall back entirely on the bed, her legs still over the edge, opened by the width of his body.
“Damn, princess, you're fucking perfect, laid out all nice and pretty for me.” Crash took his finger and ran it down the length of her body teasing the sensitive skin between her breasts. Until moving that digit down her stomach not stopping until he reached the edge of her panties, teasing the band. Smiling as a shiver ran down her body, causing goosebumps to pepper her skin. His finger moved down between her legs, tracing the wet cotton there.
“You want me, you want this, don’t you, baby? You want to feel my hard cock stretching you open right here, as I pump myself inside this tight little body of yours.”
Crash was a dichotomy of words and touches—soft and rough, sweet and nasty, and sexy as hell mixed with reverence. This wasn’t anything like she expected. She had expected him to just fuck her down and dirty, not this.
She tried to catch her breath, causing her breasts to heave, drawing his eye. Crash’s mouth went back to one breast as his hand cupped the other as if testing its heavy weight before squeezing and moving to give her nipple the same attention his mouth was giving the other with his fingers. Braya’s back arched at the sensations of it, causing her panty-clad pussy to rub up against his cock in the most delicious way. Much to her surprise and his, Braya came. It wasn’t huge, but she totally went over the edge. The flutters still rocking her body, Braya felt his mouth on her stomach, then his tongue circling her belly button. When those beautiful eyes—with long lashes no man should ever have—looked up at her, cocky smile still in place, she had to laugh.
“Damn, princess, I didn’t expect that, but now that we’ve both had the edge taken off a bit, we can really get started.”
Her panties were gone moments later, and her body pushed up the bed with Crash crawling over her in the most enticing way. He lifted her legs and placed them over his shoulders first, kissing, licking and leaving little bites along the skin of her inner thigh. Teasing her before he went for gold and started to tongue fuck her in earnest, all Braya could do was hold on for the ride, her body so tight and ready to explode. Half of it was in the air, the rest only supported by her legs over his shoulders and her own shoulders on the bed. He went at her pussy like there was no tomorrow, teasing and tempting every groan and whimper out of her. When he began to use his teeth to graze her swollen clit, she trembled, her orgasm just out of reach until he roughly shoved one of his fingers into her, and she exploded. Crash wiped his mouth and looked up at her letting, her legs fall down onto the bed.
“Damn, you have one of the best pussies I’ve ever tasted.”
Braya knew she wasn’t unique to this man, she was just one of many, but the way he looked at her, the way he had been touching her, made her mind wander to places she had no hope of returning from. “Whatever your thinking, stop it, this is just us, here and now.” Crash tangled his hands in her hair, slightly bringing her back to reality. “No promises, no strings, ust two people making each other feel good, nothing more. And princess, I’m going to make you feel really fucking good.” ‘
Those words should have put a cold, wet blanket over what they were doing for Braya. She should have pushed him away and stopped them from going any further, but instead, she leaned forward, kissing the side of his mouth. Bringing her hands up around his neck pulling him closer, she tugged his lower lip with her teeth, bringing it into her mouth, sucking it. That was all the invitation Crash needed to deepen the kiss, latching his lips over hers, delving his tongue into her mouth, kissing her breathless.
In a smooth move Braya wasn’t prepared for or even sure how he managed it, Crash lifted himself from her body and flipped Braya onto her stomach, brushing his lips over the cover of her lower back.
"Damn, princess, this ass has been taunting me all day." Kissing both cheeks, she was shocked when he added a little tongue to the mix. “I’ve been thinking about how perfect it will jiggle as I pound into you and,” SMACK, “damn, fucking perfect.”
The shock of the slap momentarily fried her brain, but the warmth of his hand rubbing the slight pain into her skin made her moan. She had never thought she would enjoy getting spanked, but apparently, she was wrong. His “damn, fucking perfect” helped.
The sound of crinkling foil barely registered in her brain, but the feel of his weight bearing down on her did. She held her breath as his cock dipped between her thighs, brushing through her slick folds until he positioned it right at her entrance, slipping easily inside her because of how hot and wet she was. There was a slight pinch of pain as he spread her wider than she had ever been before, but that slight resistance didn’t stop him as he thrust hard until he was buried deep.
Braya felt surrounded by him, his thick cock taking her in a way no man ever had, making her quiver and quake. The sensation so good, she didn’t move an inch, allowing him to do as he pleased. She loved it. Hearing his groan of appreciation as his dick slid through her body, his grunts on the deeper plunges, his growls when her pussy tightened even further around him only pushed her closer. He wasn’t sweet and soft, but he wasn’t rough either. It was just the perfect mix to take her right to the edge. As he pumped into her body, using his hands and body to guide her the way he wanted, Braya just let it happen. This man knew exactly how to fuck a woman into submission, and she was helpless to do anything but comply. She had no sense of time or space, only sensation and lust. When she felt his cock throb inside of her, growing even larger, she went over the edge again, burying her face in the bedding to keep herself from screaming out. But Crash had other plans.
Gripping her hair at the base of her neck, he pulled her up enough to allow that scream to fill the room. He picked up his pace, ramming into her harder, and with a grunt, it was over. Her body fell forward as she laid there, enjoying the afterglow of the most amazing sex she’d ever had until the tension in the room changed altogether. She felt Crash’s body lift from hers, then from the bed. She assumed he was taking care of the condom. He was, but that wasn’t all he was doing. Braya felt the hot burn of tears building in her eyes, but she didn’t move an inch except to pull the rumpled sheet around her body.
Chapter Twelve
Damn it, he’d fucked-up big time. Not by fucking her, he knew that shit was going to happen. When she opened her legs to him Crash let his baser nature take hold and took what she was offering, but now that it was done, he felt like crap. He knew she was expecting more, felt it
, but he couldn’t, wouldn’t let himself go there. The two of them were short-term, just until they figured out what was going on with Kayla, then they would be on their separate ways. Crash wasn’t going to form any type of attachment to the woman who just rocked his world.
It actually pissed him off it had felt so good, but infuriated him even more that after just a couple of minutes, he still wanted more. Wanted to bundle her up in his arms and just be for a little while, to talk to her and find out all the things that made her tick. He wasn’t that type of man, and he wasn’t going to let Braya change him into one. That is why he got up off the bed, went into the bathroom, taking care of the condom and washing up. Only to go back into the room and instead of getting back into the bed with her for possibly round two, he crawled into the other bed.
He laid there silently, listening to her cry, though she tried to muffle it with the pillow, until finally, after about an hour, her breaths evened out, and she fell asleep. He got up and put on his jeans, needing a little space. He wouldn’t leave her unprotected, but he couldn’t be in the room with her right now. Grabbing his phone, he quietly stepped out of the room and leaned against the door. There had to be something he could do right now to keep his mind off of what happened.
Scrolling through his phone, he saw the message “Call me, asshole” from Jewell. It was from two hours ago, but he hit the button to connect the call, pissed off at himself enough to deal with this shit for once. Crash heard the click on the other end pick up.
“Bad move, Jewell, stay away from Braya, she isn’t your concern or problem.”
“Just like her sister wasn’t? The one you saved instead of Evie, the one that looks so much like her?” Jewell's voice got quiet. “You’re not going to get what you want out of this, Crash. Those girls aren’t going to fix the guilt you have building because of what happened to Evie. Those women won’t help you move past what happened.”
“You don’t know what the fuck you're talking about, Jewell, you never have,” Crash laughed bitterly. “You think I blame myself for what happened to Evie. I don’t. I blame you! You’re the one she followed, you’re the one she listened to. Not me, not our parents, just you. Tell me, would she have even been near those fuckers if it wasn’t for you encouraging her?"
“Ryker, that’s not—”
“Shut the fuck up, Jewell, and own your shit. I have to... every single fucking day. It’s time you did the same, instead of putting your nose and opinions where they don’t belong. Tuck asked your club to help with this, not me. I don’t want you within a hundred feet of Braya. You hear me? You’re fucking toxic, and she is way too good for the likes of you.”
“That’s the point, Crash, she’s way too good for the likes of you too. You keep trying to be the fucking hero, hell, that was Evie’s biggest problem. She knew you would come in and save the day, regardless of what she did. It wasn’t me driving her, Ryker. It was her hero brother who would always come in and save the day… until he didn’t.”
“Bitch, I’m telling you, this is the last time. You stay the fuck away from me and mine… period. “
“Is she yours, Crash? Or did you do to her like every other woman in your life—fuck her and leave her wanting more?”
“You’re off this! You and the rest of the Valkyrie, I’ll make the call. Don’t come at me again, Jewell. I’m warning you, this is the last time.” Crash didn’t wait for her to respond. This had been a long time coming and she needed to know exactly where he stood.
He felt the man coming up to side but didn’t turn until he spoke.
“Sounds like you have some pretty heavy shit going on there, Crash.”
“Old business, Axe, that’s all it is, but the girls will be making their way out of here shortly.”
“I figured as much from what I heard, but don’t expect them to do as they are told. You and I both know that ain’t going to happen.”
“So, I take it the cartel and feds moved off. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be here talking to me now.”
“Yep, fuckers followed those cartel boys like flies to shit, but like I said, word is they already know where you and your girl are headed. So, I wouldn’t be surprised if they catch up with you again in El Paso. Duncan Stewart put a price on your pretty girl’s head, but only after she reaches her destination.”
“Fuck!” Crash said, running his hand through his hair. “How much?”
“Fifty-K man. Whatever you guys are going to get, the man wants it bad. He put the call out to some of our less savory friends.”
Crash knew what that meant. The man had reached out to other clubs to obtain Braya. What he couldn't figure out was why no one, not even Braya, knew what Kayla left for them. Kayla indicated she had been looking into what happened to her and implicated her father, but that was years ago. Unless she came up with hard proof, it wouldn’t do anything. Shit, they were just hoping they would be able to figure out where Kayla was.
“Well, at least we know Stewart and the cartel don’t have Kayla. Do you know when Stewart put the price out?”
“Just a couple of hours ago, at least that’s when my guys got wind of it. Could have been a little longer.” Crash looked at the man. He was missing something else, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.
“What about the Soldiers, did they ever meet up with our little entourage?“ By the way, Axel smiled, he knew that they had, but something wasn’t right.
“Those boys are acting all kinds of cagey. Roo and Junior tried to catch up with them, but they backed off real quick. For a support team, they seem a little, shall we say, spooked by the attention.”
Damn it, none of this was adding up. The only thing he could do at this point was get back on the road to El Paso, get whatever Kayla left them, and fill in the pieces after.
“Any word on Kayla Steward? Any chatter?”
“Nothing, man. I don’t know where she is or who has her, and no one is talking either. Your boys pulled tape and have her leaving the bank in El Paso almost a month ago. We know the cartel held her for a couple of days after that, then nothing. She’s a ghost, and Perez didn’t offer up any description of the guys who ‘saved’ her. That’s pretty telling in itself as far as I’m concerned. Those boys don’t like to lose, and it’s kind of freaky how well they are taking the loss if you know what I mean.”
Yeah, Crash knew it wasn’t typical even with Cinny supposedly paying him back. Miguel Perez’s sons might not be like the sadistic asshole they called father, but they were still hard-core thugs, through and through. They also knew the score—you didn’t lose face in this business, or you lost your life.
“This whole situation is making me twitchy, there are too many variables going on without any real answers.”
“I know what you mean, Axe. I think it’s time to hit the road again. The sooner we get to El Paso and get this over with, the better. While our tails are clear, there is no better time to fly.”
“Agreed,” Axe said, pulling out a thick envelope, handing it to Crash. “My boys did a little digging too, that’s everything you need to know about your girl, Crash. I suggest you read it and keep it in mind before you do something you’re going to regret. She’s a hot piece, but she has even more baggage than the other chick your chasing.”
“I’ll hang out here for a while. Take it to my room and read it brother, you don’t want to be out in the open when you do,” Axe said, handing Crash another room key.
Crash took the envelope and the key, only looking down to see the room number before heading that way. Sitting down at the little table, just like the one in his room, he opened the envelope and spread the papers and pictures out and knew immediately how badly he’d fucked-up.
Braya had been screwed over by just about every person in her life. With this little trip, Kayla had left her mark too. And now, with what Crash did, fucking her like she was just another woman, he had done it as well. Fuck, from the looks of it, he was surprised she was still standing and not in a padded room somewhe
re.
It was all there—her mother selling her out to the highest bidder to get a little further up the food chain, then sending her on her way after her body was too broken to provide her with any more perks; her other family members helping, using her, then discarding her as well. It made him sick. He read it all, looked at every picture in stunned silence. The words he was reading didn’t coincide with the woman he had been with for the last day. She was a little prickly and a touch judgemental. He had watched her at the clubhouse, seen her reaction to Addy being in the bar with Storm. Seen her expression when she looked on the other side of the room where the brothers were having fun with the hang-arounds and puppets. It had all disgusted her. His life had shocked her. In a way, he’d wanted to bring her down to his level, and by fucking her the way he had, he’d accomplished his goal.
But looking at all this, her life, he knew although she might not approve, she had seen and been a part of worse, yet somehow still managed to stay strong and sane. Hell, he’d even thought her a bit spoiled. Even Kayla had that air about her. She had money and education most people would die for. At times, although she was sweet, it was apparent. Braya, she had nothing. Her family had money and everything a person could want, but she wasn’t given even the tiniest bit of help. She even paid the medical bills from her own abduction and abuse out of her own pocket working as a waitress and a childcare worker until she was finally able to pay them off last year—years after it happened.
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