Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 76881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Oh, Jesus. I know I'm protected, but hearing him say that is still stupidly hot. Why does that thought excite me so much? It's weird, but sometimes it’s best not to overanalyze when my brain is hijacked by lust.
“Oh shit!” I pull off Poe long enough to gasp my surprise at Crank stroking a finger over my butt, and then teasing the tight opening.
It kicks me right over the edge, hard and fast. I fist the sheets and dig my knees into the mattress to stay up between them as I scream out my release. Crank's strong grip on my hips helps, and Poe's hands on my shoulders. I shake and moan like I'm possessed, my stomach clenching and my head spinning. All I can do is concentrate on keeping upright. Like a piston, Crank keeps driving into me, stretching out my orgasm as he stokes the fires within me. It's overwhelming, almost too much, but also just right. Perfect.
Just as I start to come down, Crank buries himself in me one last time with a roar. He's so big I can feel every pulse as he pours himself in me, making my insides a slippery mess. His grip tightens, his fingers digging so hard into my hips it hurts a little, but I want it. I want to see the proof in the mirror tomorrow.
“Open.” Poe's voice is strangled and tight.
He’s jerking his cock fast, aimed right at my face. Realizing he's about to come, I open my mouth and let him in. As soon as the head of his cock pops between my lips, he’s gone, emptying himself in my mouth. I can't swallow it all, and a lot comes back out, dribbling down my chin. “Damn, baby,” he lets out in a drawn out hiss. “Couldn't hold back anymore. You're so fucking sexy like that.”
Crank slides slowly out of me, already making me miss the full sensation of him, but at least it gives me room to roll over to collapse onto the bed, right next to Savage. “That was wild.”
He grins, pulling me closer so he can kiss me. “We know what we're fucking doing. Of course it was wild.”
“Yeah, yeah, showoffs.” I trail my fingers down my sides and over my hips, like I can memorize the traces of where they touched me and save them for later. Then I stretch out, my hands finding Crank's side where he's laid himself down. I stretch out my foot, and rub it across Poe's thigh. We're all still naked, scattered across the bed, and it's a good thing Savage has a big one.
Bed, I mean. But also that.
I really hope we can make this work. I think I’m ruined for anything less.
24
POE
Holland Laundry Services is based in an old warehouse, tucked away behind a strip of hotels near the edge of town. The sign looks freshly painted, and the building is in good shape, but there are trash bags piled up out front, and cigarette butts and vape trash scattered all near the front entrance. Somehow I doubt that was the case before Paige’s uncle took over. From how Paige described the situation, that sounds about right.
“Isn’t it a workday?” Crank muses. “It’s nine o’clock. She said they open at six.”
There are a half dozen parking spots out front, and not one of them is being used. There's a cool mist of rain today that actually feels good after the hot week we’ve had. It makes for a drab atmosphere, though, and the abandoned looking warehouse doesn’t improve anything. The windows are dark, with no movement to be seen.
Savage tries the front door. “Locked.”
“Would the whole business really just shut down if Walter doesn’t show up for work?” I worry that we're too late. Maybe the Fabbris took down the whole operation and scared everyone off. Or maybe it's just on pause until they hear from their boss.
“Feels off,” Crank agrees with a nod. “But we're here, so we might as well take a look around. See if we can get inside.”
We follow the outside of the warehouse until we come around the back, where there's a loading dock with a keypad lock next to the bay door. This should be the delivery bay where she found the cash to begin with. I pull my phone out and dial Paige. She wanted to come, but we overruled it. No reason to put her in danger while we're investigating.
She picks up on the first ring. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, fine. Babe, do you know the code for the loading door? It's all closed up here.”
“What? Really? They should be in the middle of sorting through last night's drop offs. But yeah, I have the code. 0626, my birthday. Unless Uncle Walter changed it.” In the background, I hear Jessica and Riot talking. Glad Jessica and Paige seem to get along. I'm sure it’s easier to deal with all the damn testosterone with another woman around. I grin at the thought.