Page 123 of Crow
He bit her nipple hard and smothered her cry with his mouth, his tongue darting in and out. In frantic moves, they tore off each other’s clothes, touching, grabbing, kissing, and biting as if it were the last time they’d ever taste and feel each other again.
She wrapped her legs around Crow, hugging him tightly as he held her up, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks. He thrust into Angie, her back against the wall, their mouths fused while her heels dug into his ass as he banged her hard and fast.
“So fuckin’ good.” He panted, slamming deeper.
Lowering one of her legs to the ground, he slipped his fingers back to her pussy, rubbing his thumb in small circles against her wet nub.
“Shit.” She hissed and squirmed against his hand. “I’m close … so close.”
Then, she was lost, crying out, shuddering, and panting. Crow kept driving in and out until his balls retracted and his cock pulsed, shooting threads of come inside her. The smell of Angie’s release, the feel of her so close against him, skin to skin, was the only essential thing at that moment. There was only her.
A knock on the door brought them to their senses.
“Sorry to bother you, dude, but I need a few bottles of Jack brought out to the bar. We’re out,” Muerto said through the door.
“Sure, I’ll be there in a few,” Crow answered as he zipped up his jeans.
“This is so embarrassing,” she whispered as she adjusted her bra, then pulled her top down.
“You didn’t sound too embarrassed a minute ago.” He teased
She punched him lightly in the stomach, then pulled up her skirt. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
Drawing Angie close to him, he brushed his lips across hers. “No one’s judging you. They know we’re together, so it’s natural.”
“It’s easy for you because you’re a guy and don’t have to do the walk of shame.”
Crow jerked his head. “Are you ashamed of us getting it on?”
Angie’s face fell, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. “No, of course not. I … care about you a lot. It’s just your employees, that’s all. I know how guys think.”
He quickly kissed her. “These guys don’t think shit. Muerto, the one who knocked on the door, is a brother, and Zach, the bartender, isn’t gonna say shit. So stop worrying your pretty head about it.” He patted her on the ass and pulled away. “I gotta get these bottles of whiskey out to the bar. Come on.”
“Isn’t there a back way I can escape?” She laughed.
“Fuck, baby, sometimes you worry too much.”
“I was only kidding,” she said, smoothing down her hair.
“Yeah, right.”
Crow opened the door, and they headed back into the bar. He handed four bottles of Jack to Zach. Angie had settled on one of the stools with her head bent as she looked at her cell.
“That dude over there”—Muerto pointed to a table next to the window—“has been waiting for you. He seems a bit fucked up.”
Crow looked across the room and spotted Justin.
“I know him,” he said.
“I wasn’t sure, so I wanted to give you a heads up.”
“Thanks, dude. He’s the foster kid my parents had living with us when I was in Mesa.” He clasped Muerto’s shoulder. “Your instincts are right on—heisfucked up. It’s strange to see him in Alina.”
“I hate when the past keeps showing up in the present. Fuck that.” Muerto glanced over at Angie. “That’s your woman I’ve been hearing about?”
“Yeah.”
“Cool.”
