Chapter 26
CRUZ
My hands shook as I held on to the steering wheel. I had always prided myself on being cool and able to take control of my car at any given moment, but today I felt anything but sure.
I hadn’t heard from Micah or Ava since yesterday, and that was my fault for ignoring my phone. I just felt like I needed a clear head to do what needed to be done, and if I was talking to them, I would let my insecurities take over.
As I drove toward the quack church, I couldn’t help but think about last night.
Fuck.
I didn’t even know what I was doing except that I was thinking with my dick—and it felt so fucking good, but I knew the one to pay for the consequences would be me.
Lately, I had begun to wonder what would happen if I just walked into the police station and confessed. A guy with my rep? The police would eat that shit up. They would ignore all the loose ends just to wrap up the case with a pretty pink bow.
Did I want to do that? Hell no, but I did like Ava, Micah, and maybe that fucker to be safe. Of the three of us, I would probably handle jail time best. I had made enough connections on my own without Big Dog that I wouldn’t die right away.
Now wasn’t the time to think about that. Instead, I focused on the dark road that led to the New Horizons church while I let my mind wander to last night. I couldn’t help but smirk at the memory of having Micah in my space.
“So, this is home?” Micah said as we stepped over the threshold of my apartment.
Maybe it was just my horny ass, but it felt like the air suddenly felt heavier.
“It’s not much, but it keeps me warm at night.”
“It’s nice,” Micah said.
He nodded along as he followed me to my bedroom. I was talking a big game about wanting him, but now that we were in my room, I felt exhausted. Today had been fucking heavy, and that was saying something coming from me.
“I’m going to hit the shower,” I told Micah as I grabbed some clothes from my drawer. “Want to wash today off?”
I heard the bed creak.
“Can I borrow some stuff?”
Micah’s question had me pause for a second. I turned around and raised a brow at him. He wasn’t even looking at me. He was lying on his stomach, looking at photos on his camera.
“Want to shower with me?”
Micah set the camera down on my bed, sat up, and looked me over.
“I’m all about preserving our Earth’s resources. Showering together does save water.”
I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing. I had never seen the guy very pressed about recycling.
“Come on, babe.” I motioned for him to get out of bed.
At this rate, my poor heart didn’t know what made it beat so fast anymore…was it fear or was it lust? Most importantly, was I at serious risk of a heart attack?
That didn’t matter—not when Micah was right behind me. My cocky bravado disappeared in an instant once he closed the door behind him. It didn’t matter that we were already alone in my apartment, but something about his closing the door on the bathroom made everything feel more intimate.
As I turned on the water, I hoped my neighbors hadn’t used up all the hot water. Once I saw it start steaming immediately, I let out a relieved breath. With my hand on my shirt, I turned around, ready to take it off, only to find Micah already in his boxers.
“Where did my shy guy go?”
When Micah snickered, I realized I had said that aloud.
“You do realize I’m around the hockey team all the time, right?” When I didn’t reply, he kept on going. “They shower after every practice.”
I couldn’t help but tease him about it.
“Checking out the guys in the locker room or just Grayson?”
“It’s not like that,” he murmured, but his cheeks had a red tint to them. “Besides, my dad’s also there. Kind of a buzzkill.”
The second part was said as an afterthought. It had to be suffocating at times, trying to please a father who couldn’t see how great you were, all the while constantly being in their space, while wishing you could stay away.
“Come on, the water’s warm,” I told him as I finished removing the last of my clothes. My heart began to beat faster as I waited for him to come inside with me. I hated my navy-blue shower curtains—they stopped me from getting a peek.
It felt like forever when he finally stepped inside with me. Since I was toward the back, he had no choice but to go directly beneath the spray of water.
Fuck.
He looked so hot with the water cascading down his back.
I stepped right behind him, one of my hands wrapped around his waist, while the other one cupped his already hardening dick.
“Wanna suck you off so bad,” I groaned into his ear.
Micah’s answer was to press his cute little ass into my groin. We were so close, I could feel the way he shivered at my words.
We showered at record speed. As soon as we stepped out of the shower, he threw himself at me. The water that had clung to our bodies was making a mess on the floor. Our mouths were sloppy, just licking and kissing any wet surface on the other’s body, too impatient to towel off.
“You’re so hard for me, baby,” I murmured before I pushed him back into the bed.
If I weren’t so tired, nor scared about what tomorrow would bring, I would be trying to get laid, but for now, this was perfect.
“Love the sounds you make,” I mumbled into his abs as I made my way between his legs.
Micah looked down at me as I began to suck his tip, and he threw his head back in a curse.
“Fuck. Feels so fucking good.”
I bet it fucking did. I currently had his cock all the way to the back of my throat, trying to take a deep breath so I could take more in.
I pulled back only to suck him in again, one of my hands playing with his balls.
He was letting out the sexiest moans as I fucked him with my mouth.
When he noticed that I was already touching myself while I went down on him, he began to pull my hair and fuck my throat.
It was the hottest thing ever, watching him let go for me.
“Fuck, Cruz…I’m…shit.”
He tried to push my shoulders, but instead I sucked him deeper. He came with a loud groan, and soon after, I came all over my mattress.
Micah had slept soundly wrapped around me, and that was enough to sustain me for what would go down with Big Dog today.
With Ricky, nothing was ever what it seemed. And I knew if the quack church was involved, there was something bigger for Big Dog to gain other than making a buck or two from the church people.
It was only a matter of time before I found out exactly what. When I got to the church, my heart dropped when I saw the members all standing outside in red robes.
“These people are nuts,” I told myself as I parked my car and got out.
Jorge was already talking to whom I assumed was their leader.
“Our last member is here,” he said, and gave me a relieved look. “Now you can tell us what you need us to do.”
The man whom I assumed was the leader looked to be in his mid-fifties. Tall with a head of hair that was more gray than black, and the build of someone who used to be an athlete.
“We need some cargo transported to our prayer grounds.”
“Prayer grounds?” I questioned since we were currently at their weird little church.
“This is our church. Our prayer grounds are private property that we own…land where we can worship in peace without anyone judging us.”
Well, that wasn’t creepy or anything. Of course, I was being sarcastic, and judging by the look Jorge gave me, I wasn’t meant to ask any questions.