Chapter 37
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
FRASIER
I spotted Astrid as soon as she walked into Galaxy with Calix, hand in fucking hand.
What the fuck is she holding his hand for?
My fists tightened by my sides, and I gritted my teeth, glaring at them from across the bar. I had spent the whole night wondering where she’d gone, texting her, looking around for her, worrying about her. And here she was, with Calix.
Was she with him the entire night? Is he the reason that she ignored my texts?
When her gaze met mine, she stiffened and dropped Calix’s hand. I drew my tongue across my teeth and flared my nostrils. Maybe she had been seeing him behind my back and didn’t want me to find out.
Is that what she is doing? Using us?
Calix placed his hand on her lower back and continued guiding her toward Arch and Cairo, who sat at our usual table. Sipping on a beer, Rush sat beside Arch and didn’t look at Astrid once. I walked over to them and pulled up a chair from a table.
“Where were you?” I asked Astrid.
“You didn’t come home last night. Thought you might’ve died,” Arch said.
She shuffled her feet and tugged on her sleeves, peering at the ground. “I was …”
“With me,” Calix said, meeting my gaze with a smirk.
I raised my brows at him. He really didn’t want to do this here.
“Yeah? With you?” I spit back. “That why she doesn’t look satisfied?”
He dropped his smirk and replaced it with a disgusted grimace. “You don’t know what she looks like when she’s satisfied, you fucking asshole. All that sleeping around, and she came back to me.”
A low chuckle left my mouth. “Is that so?”
“You bet, dickhead.”
My gaze traveled to Astrid, who stayed at his side. She peeked at me, then looked away, her nipples hardening underneath her shirt. She got off on this shit, didn’t she? Did she like that we fought over her?
I stretched out my legs, making myself big, and patted my knee. “Come here, babe.”
Her eyes widened, and she looked at my lap, then at Calix, then back.
“Babe,” I purred, tilting my head down to look at her through my brows. “Come. Here.”
A moment passed, then another. Nobody said anything, not even Arch. She shuffled her feet a couple of steps, then finally walked over to me, but didn’t sit. I seized her waist and pulled her onto my lap so she faced the other guys, my nose in her hair and my smirk on her neck.
“You’re so good for me, baby,” I murmured against her skin.
“Astrid,” Calix growled, “get off him.”
“What the fuck are you going to do about it?” I growled at him, sliding my hand up Astrid’s bare thigh. I pulled her skirt up so Calix could see how wet her pussy was for me. “Huh, Calix? What are you going to do about me touching my girl’s pussy?”
When a small moan left Astrid’s mouth, I pushed two fingers between her pussy lips and rubbed her clit. She squirmed in my hold, but I fastened one arm around her body like a seat belt, holding her neck in my hand to keep her steady.
I readjusted her so my bulge was nestled right against her pussy.
“Tell him who you belong to,” I murmured into her ear, my dick hard as fuck.
“Please …” she whimpered softly, glancing around the empty bar. “Not here.”
“Right here.”
“But … we’re in public …” She peered over at Cairo, and I glided my fingers across her swollen clit. Back and forth and back and forth. “Cairo, please, tell them to stop. Someone is going to see. Please, Cairo.”
“Cairo isn’t going to help you,” I said, tightening my hand around her throat.
She squirmed harder on my lap, but I held her in place. She wasn’t leaving me.
“Who do you belong to?” I asked her again, rubbing her pussy faster and faster and faster, building her up in front of all the guys the way that I knew she loved. “I’m not letting you go until you tell me, so you’re going to—”
“I belong to The Crew,” she cried.
My eyes widened for a moment, and I thought I had misheard her.
“The Crew?” I repeated.
She nodded, bucking her hips against my fingers. “The Crew. I belong to all of you.”