“So fucking pretty,” he hums to himself before finally pulling his fingers free once again. I feel as he steps in behind me, his tip lingering at my entrance, and then as he takes my hips to hold me steady, he slams back into me, stretching me so fucking wide, it can’t be natural. “YES,” I cry as he hammers into me, taking me deep and hard, just the way I like it.

  My other hand reaches up to grip the headrest of my seat, keeping me balanced, and I squeeze tight, feeling the exact moment my nails penetrate the material. My mind swirls as I feel my orgasm creeping back up on me. “Crew,” I warn with a heavy pant, the intensity already blasting through my veins.

  “I got you, Ky,” he vows, his sweet words like music to my ears. But then he goes and presses his thumb over my ass, adding just a little pressure as I continue working my clit, and God dammit, it’s too much.

  I push back against him, wanting more, and he doesn’t hesitate, giving me exactly what I’m craving, and as he thrusts into me one more time, that thick cock stretching me wide, I clamp down, my orgasm tearing through me.

  I detonate like a fucking explosion, crying out as my body spasms, my pussy convulsing around Crew’s cock and holding him hostage, but he doesn’t dare stop. He keeps fucking me, keeps working my ass as my orgasm pulses heavily through my body, and my toes curl as I clench my eyes, barely able to breathe. The intensity knocks me down, but the high keeps climbing, even more so as Crew comes with me, shooting hot spurts of cum deep inside my cunt and making me feel like a fucking goddess.

  I’ve always wanted to know what it’d feel like to have him release inside of me, and shit, it’s better than I could have imagined. But fuck, it was stupid. Careless. Neither of us even considered a condom in the heat of the moment, and yet, I’m not worried. I’m on birth control, and while Crew has been known to get around, he’s not usually the type to go without wrapping his junk. He would never knowingly pass something to me.

  As I come down from my high, my body crumbles against my chair, but Crew doesn’t move, keeping that monster cock buried deep inside of me. His hand loosens on my hip, his other gently dropping to my lower back, rubbing back and forth. “Shit,” he breathes, catching his breath.

  “Yeah,” I agree, needing a minute.

  Crew reluctantly pulls out, and when he does, I’ve never felt so empty. I hear him fixing his pants, and I scramble back up to my knees, already feeling him leaking out of me. I take a breath, not trusting my shaky legs to move just yet, and as I look back to watch Crew, he catches my eye, a smirk playing on his lips as his eyes soften. He steps right into me, his big hand curling around the back of my neck as he pulls me in. He kisses me again, only this time, it’s not as deep as when he took me on the table.

  This is softer, almost like a gentle caress, and I instantly become putty in his skilled hands. “Come on,” he says a moment later, pulling back just enough to meet my stare. “Get dressed. I’m taking you to that bar across the street from your apartment so I can get you all shades of fucked up, and then I’m taking you home and fucking you all over again.”

  A wicked grin stretches across my lips as I swivel around on my chair before any of Crew’s cum can leak out of me and spill all over my beloved chair. “Oh really?” I ask, getting to my feet and standing right before him, his hand circling my body and coming down to grip my ass. “Presumptuous of you to assume I’m going to let you fuck me again.”

  He scoffs, his eyes darkening once again. “And to think that I was going to spread those pretty thighs and eat that sweet pussy until you came on my tongue. But if you’re not down, that’s cool.”

  My eyes widen. “Woah, woah, woah,” I say, pressing my hand against his wide chest. “No need to get hasty. I never said I wasn’t down.”

  “Good,” he murmurs, leaning in until his warm breath brushes over my ear. “Because after I’ve finished tasting every last drop of you, I’m going to watch you ride me until your neighbors are busting through the door and physically prying you off me.”

  Heat pulses through my core, and my eyes flutter at the thought of what the rest of my night is going to hold. “You’ve got yourself a deal,” I tell him as I find my shirt. “But just so you know, drinks are on you.”

  Crew grins, and the way his eyes dance with silent laughter makes butterflies soar through the pit of my stomach. I quickly get myself cleaned up and dressed, and as I go about sanitizing my station again, Crew finishes closing up the store.

  After agreeing to drive me home for a quick shower, we get on our way, and I can’t help but notice the possessiveness in his eyes every time he looks at me, and honestly, I think I kinda like it.

  He pulls his truck to a stop outside my apartment complex and presses his hand to my lower back as we make our way up the stairs. “I wasn’t kidding,” he says. “We need to finish your sleeve.”

  My gaze drops to my arm, scanning over the dark wolf’s eyes and intricate designs Crew created for me. He’s already completed my left arm, but the right is still a work in progress. I can’t wait though. It’s going to be incredible once it’s done. “I know,” I tell him with a heavy sigh. “But neither of us has the time right now. We’re booked solid.”

  We reach the third level, and as we stride down the hall toward my apartment, my brows furrow, finding something taped to my front door. “What the fuck is that?” I mutter to myself.

  Crew glances up to figure out what’s caught my attention when we finally reach my door, and I find a little slip of paper, the word Mace scrawled at the top with a phone number written below.

  I fight the smile that tries to force its way across my face and pull the little slip of paper off my door. “Mace?” Crew asks, a strange hint of irritation in his deep tone.

  “It’s nothing, don’t worry,” I tell him, scrunching the paper in my hand before unlocking the door and striding in with Crew heavy on my heels. “Just a new neighbor in my building. He’s just a little persistent.”

  “Need me to say something?”

  I think it over, unsure why I’m not walking over to the trash can and dumping Alex’s number straight in, but honestly, the idea of Alex and Crew going toe to toe kinda turns me on. “No, it’s fine. He’s harmless,” I say, holding the scrap of paper in my hand a little tighter.

  I make my way to my kitchen, dumping my bag on the counter and scooping my phone out of it when I’m hit with a man’s cologne. My back stiffens, my brows furrowing as I breathe it in. Don’t get me wrong, it’s hot as fuck, but it’s definitely not supposed to be here, and that smell is certainly not one of Crew’s. After years of working with him, I’m well acquainted with all of his colognes, but my favorite is when he doesn’t wear any at all.

  I follow my nose and find myself staring at the living room window before letting out a heavy sigh and realizing I must have left it open. Striding toward it, I grip the frame and pull it closed. My upstairs neighbor considers himself one with nature, and it’s not the first time I’ve been chilling at home only to be drowned out by the fumes that come from his place. At least tonight it actually smells good for a change. I wonder if he’s got himself a hot date.

  After closing the window, I make my way to my room while glancing over at Crew making himself comfortable on my couch. “Make yourself at home,” I tell him. “There’s beer and Chinese leftovers in the fridge, but I’ll only be ten minutes.”

  Crew gives me a knowing stare with his brow arched, and I roll my eyes. “Okay,” I say with a groan. “I’ll be fifteen minutes. Twenty at most.”

  He smirks to himself, and with that, I stride into my room, put my phone on charge, and kick off my shoes before finally traipsing out to the bathroom, more than ready for a quick shower.

  6

  REID

  The sound of the shower has an image of Kyah’s naked body flashing in my head, the mental image instantly getting me hard as I stand in her bedroom. I can’t help from bracing my arm against the wall and reaching into my pants, desperately fisting my cock. Furiously jerking off, I listen to the subtle hum of the shower pipes through the wall, unable to keep from picturing the way the small beads of water would skate down her toned body.

  She’s left the bathroom door open, and knowing that fucking gorgeous body is only a few steps away gets me off that much faster.

  A soft grunt tears from the back of my throat, and I quietly move across her room, my fist moving up and down my cock, squeezing tight as I picture the way that tight little cunt would take me, my cock glistening in her wetness.

  Bracing my knee against her bed, I come hard, the intensity knocking me forward, and as I catch myself on her bed, my hips jolt, and I pour hot spurts of cum onto her bedspread.

  Fuck. That was good.

  I hang my head, taking a panting breath as I try to calm myself, and when I can finally control the wild need pulsing through my veins and my hard-on has faded, I get to my feet, tucking my dick back into my pants.

  Kyah’s phone is charging on her bedside table, and sparing a glance back toward the door, I take my chance, scooping up her phone and quickly accessing her app store. I download a cloning app and connect it to the one on my burner phone before starting the process.

  She’s got a lot of shit stored on her phone, and the process takes longer than I’d hoped.

  Ten percent. Twenty-five. Forty-four.

  Fuck. This is going to take too long, but it’ll be worth it to receive all of her incoming calls and texts in real time, to be able to access her location whenever I need to find her, to see who’s trying to contact what’s mine.

  Hearing the shower cut off, I curse under my breath before glancing down at the phone. Fifty-eight percent. Shit.

  Cutting back across Kyah’s bedroom, I take her phone and slip into the darkness of her closet, listening to the soft pad of her feet as she gets out of the shower. I hear her messing around in the bathroom before finally stepping out and walking into her room. I peer through the gap in the door. She’s wrapped in a white towel with water dancing across her skin.

  Fuck, she’s flawless. I’ve never seen anyone quite like her, and when she truly becomes mine, it’s going to be the most satisfying kill of my long career. Just having those bright blue eyes locked on mine as I drain her of life is going to thrill me like never before, and hell, if I get to be inside her while that happens . . . shit, I’ll never experience anything better.

  She’s like a fucking bear cub, cute as a button, but lethal if you get too close.

  Kyah strides over to her closet, and my heart races, a thrill pulsing through my veins. She’s barely a breath away, and when she opens her closet door and reaches in, her bare arm skims past my chest, and my knees buckle.

  Well, shit. I’m hard all over again.

  I wonder just how fucked up it’d be to lick her arm? Just a little. I mean, not like a fucking dog slobbering and panting all over, just a quick flick of my tongue, just enough to get a taste. The idea has a subtle groan rumbling through my chest, but before my tongue can even roll over my bottom lip, her arm is gone.

  She searches for an outfit, blindly selecting hangers and tearing the clothes off them before tossing them over her shoulder, covering the new gift I left for her, until she finally finds something that I’m sure will hug her body just right. And hell, the whole time I have to resist reaching out to touch her, to grip her wrist and lean in, bringing her skin to my mouth and breathing her in like some kind of drug I’m already addicted to.

  God. I need her to touch me. I need her hands on my body and to feel her warm mouth closing around my dick. I just need one fucking taste.

  Kyah kicks her closet door closed, and I grin to myself, loving her sweet ignorance. But it won’t last much longer. Soon enough she’s going to sense me here, and things will begin to shift. She noticed her open window when she got home. I watched her move across her living room to close it, and that was my mistake. I thought I had more time. On Friday nights she usually works much later.

  I was a fool not to close it behind me, but I’ll know for next time. On the other hand, I like the idea of her knowing I’m in her space. I need to be patient though. I need to ease her into it, otherwise, she’s going to get spooked and ruin everything.

  Kyah drops her towel to the ground, and as she fishes through her underwear drawer, my gaze shifts to the phones in my hands, knowing if I look up, I won’t be able to resist. This fun little game of ours will be over before it’s even started.

  Eighty-seven percent. We’re nearly there, just a little while longer.

  As I wait, I watch her. Watch as she bends down to step into her black thong, watch as she drags the flimsy material up her legs and fixes it around her hips. She then pulls on her bra, reaching around her back to hook the little latch before turning and glancing at herself in the mirror, her tits now pushed right up and looking like a fucking treat.

  She’ll be dressing like this for me soon.

  Ninety-three percent.

  She gets dressed, and just as I knew she would, she looks phenomenal, and as she sprays a spritz of perfume, I inhale deeply, needing so much more. She crumbles onto the edge of her bed before pulling on a pair of thigh-high boots, and before I know it, she’s reaching for her phone, only she’s not going to find it.

  Kyah pulls back, muttering something under her breath as she searches her bedside table before looking near her bed and on the floor. “Fuck,” she grumbles before turning and striding out of her room. “Crew, have you seen my phone?”

  There’s no response, and I watch as Kyah’s brows furrow. She strides over to her bedroom door, peering out. “Crew?” Still, there’s no response, and a smirk settles across my lips as she steps right out of her room, striding out into her home, and as I glance down, I find her phone flashing with a hundred percent. Then taking this small moment of distraction, I open the door of her closet and creep out before dropping her phone onto her bed, concealing it beneath the pile of clothes. Then before she comes back in, I stride over to her bedroom window and slip out into the night, pulling it closed behind me.

  7

  CREW

  My hand curls around Kyah’s door just as I hear her calling for me from within her apartment. “Crew?” she questions before muttering to herself. “I swear, if that big bastard bailed on me after fucking me, he’s dead.”

  A smirk pulls across my lips, and I push my way into her apartment, grinning as I find her hovering around her living room, looking like a fucking snack in those thigh-high boots. “You bellowed?” I say, grinning back at her, loving just how easily I can get under her skin.

  “Where the hell did you disappear?” she asks, grabbing the cushions off the couch and looking beneath them.

  “Just went down for a smoke,” I tell her, striding through her small apartment, my brows furrowing as I watch her. “The fuck are you doing?”

  “My phone,” she says, continuing to look. “I’ve somehow lost it over the last ten minutes. I swear, I took it into my room and put it on charge, but it’s not there. You didn’t take it, did you?”

  I shake my head. “Haven’t seen it,” I tell her, making my way toward her bedroom. “But you’re right. You did take it into your room with you. It probably just fell on the floor or something.”

  “Wait,” she says, her tone shifting enough to bring me to a stop and glance back at her, my brows furrowed. “You don’t smoke.”

  I grin. “Don’t I?”

  Kyah narrows her gaze on me, crossing her arms over her chest, unintentionally squishing those perfect tits together. “What were you really doing?” she questions, pausing a second before finally figuring it out. “I hope you weren’t trying to stake some kind of bullshit claim on me with my new neighbor.”

  My grin widens. “I don’t need to stake a claim, Kyah,” I rumble. “You’re already mine.”

  Before she gets a chance to respond or even adjust her facial expression, I step over the threshold of her bedroom and a strange hunger pulses through my chest. I’ve been in this apartment a million times before, but I’ve never been welcomed into her bedroom.

  It feels different now, like we crossed that imaginary line she insists needs to be kept between us. All I know is that after having her like that in the shop, after sliding my cock deep into her needy cunt and feeling the way she clamped down around me, I’m not going back. How could I?

  Kyah might not know or understand it yet, but I meant what I said—she’s mine. She’s always been mine.

  Striding deeper into her room, I inhale deeply, the smell of her favorite perfume still lingering in the air. As I make my way over to her bedside table, I glance around, certain she brought her phone in here. The crumpled slip of paper that was stuck to her door catches my attention, and I grit my teeth as irritation burns through me. I should burn it, but then, there’s also a sweet satisfaction knowing she has other options and still chooses me to be the one to fuck her.

  As far as I’m concerned, she can play around with this fucker as much as she wants. I hope he gets his chance to screw her because when she inevitably comes back to me, it’s going to be that much sweeter. Kyah and I are endgame, and the sooner she realizes that, the better. But she’s also very young, only twenty-three, and I get it. She needs her chance to make mistakes, needs those wild years to screw around and have fun. And until she’s ready to see where she truly belongs, I’ll be right here, waiting and watching. But fuck, if one of these little assholes she decides to have fun with ends up hurting her . . . I hope they enjoyed what little time on earth they had.

  Kyah’s bed is covered in clothes, and I glance down at them as I pull my phone out and press her name.

  Her phone rings from beneath the pile of clothes, and I roll my eyes, tossing them around until I find it. Why am I not surprised?