Chapter Twenty-Five
Addison reached behind her back, blindly clasping her bra. Well, she tried, but Cross had other ideas. He nudged her hands away, and then slid his palms over her waist and up to cup her breasts. This man and his hands.
“You’re not gonna need that.” His warm breath fluttered over her ear, and she dropped her head back into the crook of his neck. The pads of his fingers teased her nipples, and she relaxed into him, closing her eyes.
Round three?
They’d been holed up in his room for the last few hours while the party raged in the clubhouse.
“Is this your way of saying you want me to walk around the party without a bra?”
He laughed, skimming his teeth over her ear lobe. “That’s my way of saying you’re not leaving my fucking room.”
It sounded like a plan she could get behind. However, she’d been spending most of her time with Cross and promised Cleo they’d hang out at the party.
His hand splayed over her stomach and dipped into her panties. She’d already come twice, but her body was being greedy, swiveling her hips as he teased her clit.
“Cross” —she moaned— “I promised Cleo.”
He hummed in her ear and slowly dipped his finger inside her.
Addison gasped, arching her back. He was not playing fair.
When she turned her head, his lips came down on her hard, and he sank his tongue into her mouth.
She would never grow tired of kissing this man.
And in a strange turn of events, she’d probably refuse to speak to him for weeks, possibly months, if he ever shaved off his mustache.
I’m obsessed. The bristly hairs scraped over her upper lip, and she moaned into his mouth, deepening the kiss.
“She can wait,” he muttered against her lips and sunk another finger inside her. “Can you?”
No! Addison spread her thighs for deeper access. His thumb strummed over her clit only adding to her overwhelming need. I’m so damn close.
Addison pressed her hips back, his hard cock butting against her ass. A tingling sensation raced through her body and she curled her toes.
“Cross,” she moaned. He squeezed her breast, pinching her nipple as she rode his fingers.
Her breath labored, and she gasped, riding her third and possibly most glorious orgasm of the day.
His lips trailed over her neck sending a chill over her flesh.
He withdrew his fingers and she melted against his chest.
I might need a nap. But apparently, he had other plans.
Cross bent down, hooking one arm around her back and the other under her legs. He carried her to the bed, playfully tossing her on the mattress. His body came over hers. She was still in a half daze but managed to smile and glance down between them.
Round three, it is.
“How can you still get hard? I thought guys needed time to recover.”
“It’s my superpower.” Cross smirked. “And you’re that fucking sexy.”
It was a line, not an explanation. She couldn’t care either way. She hooked her legs over his back, wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him close as he entered her. Damn, my man is hot.
The loud pounding on the door had him stopping mid-thrust. His jaw squared and his gaze darkened, staring down at her.
“What?” His ferocious bark echoed against the walls.
“Ace needs you.” The voice behind the door was muffled, but she thought it might be Joker.
“Tell him I’m busy.” He said through clenched teeth.
“He said you’d say that.” Joker cleared his throat. “He told me to tell you to get unbusy, get dressed, and meet him in the office.”
Addison covered her mouth, hiding her laugh. Was he seriously having this conversation while he was balls deep inside her? He dropped his face to her neck and muttered. “Fuck.”
She caressed his back, and her lips twitched. “At least I got to come again.”
He lifted his head, scowled, and she burst out laughing.
“I’m coming again tonight.”
She hiked her brow, playfully. “You sound very sure of yourself.”
“’Cause I am.” He kissed her and climbed off the bed, quickly getting dressed. He left his room before her, but she was only a few minutes behind.
By the time she made it out to the party, Cross was gone.
She went in search of Cleo. It was a strange feeling knowing while she was looking, other members were watching her.
But no longer with suspicion. They seemed to be making sure no one got too close.
When a man tried talking to her on the way to the bar, Gent walked over and came in between the two of them.
“Can I fucking help you?”
One question was enough to have the man darting across the room and keeping his distance for the rest of the night. At least Gent was good for something. It was a gentlemanly gesture. And then of course, he ruined it.
“Came up for air, darlin’?”
Asshole.
It only took her another minute to locate Cleo.
Wraith had made it easy. Being over six five, he towered above everyone in the room.
When they locked eyes, he waved her over, and she found Cleo next to him.
They’d ditched the guys and got a drink.
They were near the bar when Cleo screamed over the music.
“We don’t have any pictures together!”
It was true. For as much time as they spent with each other, they’d didn’t have any photos. Addison pulled out her phone, wrapped her arm around Cleo, and snapped a few. When she tapped her screen to check them out, Cleo huddled close. Just two friends taking selfies.
“Can you send them to me?”
“Yeah!” Addison shouted over the music. It was a wonder anyone could hold a conversation. It seemed to get progressively louder as time went by. Cleo put her glass on the bar and pointed to the hallway.
“Can you watch my drink? I have to use the bathroom.”
“I got you, girl.”
Cleo took off down the hall as Addison sifted through the pictures while simultaneously watching the glass. She pulled up Cleo’s contact info to send the pictures when her body was thrust forward from someone slamming against her back. Her drink spilled over the rim and down her hand. Shit!
“I don’t know you!”
Addison looked over her shoulder to find Jane at her back and a man a foot away. He was well over six foot, and huge in comparison to the tiny girl. His swarmy smile seemed to brighten, and he stepped closer.
“I remember you. We had a good time. Don’t be like this.”
By the time Addison fully turned, Jane was pushing through the crowd, heading toward the front door.
The man howled and shook his head but didn’t follow her.
She had no idea what’d happened, but she didn’t hesitate.
Addison put her glass on the bar and weaved through the crowds until she made it to the front porch.
Surprisingly, it was empty. She walked down the stairs looking across the yard.
There were tons of motorcycles, cars and trucks but no sight of Jane.
She started around the building when she saw a figure about fifty feet away.
It has to be her. What started as a light jog turned into a steady run by the time she caught up with her.
“Jane!”
She looked back but hadn’t slowed her steps until recognition flashed across her eyes.
Addison’s breath was heavy. “Are you okay? What happened?”
She glanced behind Addison then the entire yard. If she was afraid she’d been followed, there was no worry. They were the only two out there.
“It’s just us.” She swallowed her breath. “I saw that guy. Was he harassing you?”
“No,” she mumbled and started to walk away.
I don’t believe her. Addison watched her stop fifteen feet away. Jane covered her face with her hands and her shoulders slumped. Addison slowly approached. Jane was clearly distressed and as she got closer, she saw the reason. Jane’s car had been boxed in.
“Shit.” She snapped and whipped around, widening her eyes when she saw Addison again. Jane must’ve thought she went back to the party.
Jane stalked toward her. “Do you have a car?”
What?
Her voice was very calm, unlike her panicked tone from a few minutes ago. Was she in shock? From the man? Addison hadn’t seen their whole interaction, but it had definitely shaken up Jane.
“Yeah, it’s right over there.” She hooked her thumb over her shoulder. She’d arrived later than expected and got one of the last spots on the property.
Jane clutched the strap of her bag wrapped over her chest. “I need you to take me somewhere.”
Addison raised her brows. “What?”
“I have to go, and my car is blocked. You have to drive me.”
Addison inched closer, and Jane retreated.
She held up her hands. “What happened? Was that man bothering you? I can get one of the guys. Wraith or Cross?”
“No,” she snapped, and her gaze shifted. “You have to take me now.”
Something was completely off.
“Okay, but let’s go inside and we’ll find out who is blocking your car and have them move.”
“No!” she screamed. “Don’t you get it?” She pointed to the clubhouse. “They’re part of it. He’s friends with them. That’s why he’s here. They’re all part of it.”
She cocked her head, focusing on her tone. Jane was now on the verge of hysteria, speaking irrationally, and not making sense.
“Part of what, Jane?”
She shook her head. “Just take me to Inez.”
Inez?
“Look, I know you’re upset, but at least let me get Cleo, and we’ll figure this out.”
“No.” Jane reached into her bag and pulled out a gun, aiming it at Addison’s chest.
What the…
“I like you, Addison. Don’t make me use this.”
Jesus Christ. She instinctively lifted her hands.
“What are you doing, Jane?”
“Protecting myself. You’re safe here. I’m not.” She waved the gun toward Addison’s car. “Go get in the driver’s side.”
Absolutely not! She wasn’t going to get in a confined space with someone brandishing a weapon. Addison needed to calm Jane down and offer another alternative. She could let Jane take her rental car.
“Hear me out, okay?”
“No.”
“You can take my car.”
Jane shook her head. “And the minute I leave, you’re going to tell the club what I did and they’ll come after me.”
This was insane.