Killa
Hearing Jenna spill the words Cass said to her to the club whores had my lip twitching and my cock hardening.
I knew Cass was strong, but fuck me, the shit she spewed and how Jenna believed she was capable of such things is amusing.
My girl hasn’t got a malicious bone in her body.
Nope, not a single one, that’s what her man is for.
Enjoying the entertainment, I take another swig of my beer while Venom chuckles beside me.
“Fuckin’ dumb whore,” he says, glancing in her direction while Winnie remains like a statue beside him.
“Where’s Stella?” Abs asks from behind the bar. He looks like he’s chewing a damn wasp, and I snort.
“Work.”
“Yeah? Well, what the fuck does she call this?” He wipes the bar down with the dirty rag, and I try not to pay too much attention to it. If I did, I’d be pissed my woman is drinking from the glasses he washes with that rag.
“She doesn’t get paid for workin’ the bar. She chooses to do it,” I remind him, and take another swig of my beer, and he pushes his tongue against his cheek.
“Does Cassidy know how to work a bar?”
I rear back and narrow my eyes on the little fucker. Is he seriously trying to pass his duties on to my woman?
“I can figure out how to work a bar,” Cass declares from beside me, and Abs’s face lights up like the Fourth of July. I want to strangle the little fucker.
“No,” I grunt out and take another drink.
“I could earn some extra cash.” She chews her bottom lip, as if contemplating it as an option, when it isn’t. I take care of what’s mine.
Venom chokes on his drink, and when I fire him a warning glare, he drops his head forward and chuckles.
I tug her between my legs by the loops on her shorts. “Don’t want my woman workin’. Don’t need no extra cash. Got me to take care of you.”
“I work at the diner,” she quips back, making me grimace. She might think she works at the diner, but I had a conversation with Reggie explaining I no longer want my woman working on her feet all day, speaking to God knows who.
Venom stands and slaps me on the back, knowing damn well where this conversation is going. “Good luck, brother.” Then he leaves me with a confused-looking Cass and a grinning Abs.
I blow out a deep breath. “We need to talk.”
Her eyebrows pull together, and she looks cute as hell. “Okayyy …”
I rise from my stool and take her hand in mine, leading her toward our room.
She takes note that Savage still has Noah beside him as if he’s his personal bodyguard.
He pushes toy cars off the table, sending them skittering to the floor while jumping into the air with each one that goes farther across the room than the last.
As soon as we’re in the room, I slam Cass against the wall and find her lips.
One, because I can’t keep my hands off her, and two, it might soften her up for what I need to tell her.
“Lose your shorts,” I rasp through broken, messy kisses.
My tongue invades her mouth, swiping over hers, and I love that she allows me the control I crave.
When I pull back, she’s panting heavily but working at her button and zipper. The moment her shorts fall to the floor, I lift her ass up against the door, and her hand seeks out my cock, scrambling to free me.
Our tongues glide together, and I groan at the pure intoxication she pulls from me. I’m completely in her aura, only she exists. She’s my obsession, my world and everything that encompasses it.
Her soft hand finds my cock, and she pushes her panties to the side and lines me up. Then I rear back and surge forward, powering up inside her and taking her breath away. As her head drops back against the door with a thud, her legs wrap around me, locking us together.
“Fuck yes,” I grind out, already feeling the overpowering sensation of my balls tingling to expel my cum deep inside her.
Her arms circle my neck, and her fingers delve into my hair, pinching the scalp as she brings me impossibly closer. I piston in and out of her velvety walls, my hips propelling like their life depends on it.
“Sooo good,” she moans, and her pussy clenches around me, creating a tidal wave of bliss.
“Fuck, Cass,” I grit out, kissing down the column of her neck and nipping at her exposed flesh. “Fuck,” I growl. “Almost there, Little Demon.” Thrust. “Almost fucking there.”
I drive harder and swirl my hips, delighting in the way her legs tighten and her body tenses.
When her lips fall open on a telltale cry, I slam my mouth against hers and swallow back the scream I know will follow.
Only now do I allow myself to come, and with one final deep push, I spiral into the depths of our ecstasy.