I look up at him, at the tense line of his jaw, the dark flutter of his lashes against his cheeks. He’s completely lost in this, in me.The realization is its own kind of power. I drag my nails down his back again, not to hurt, but to feel the muscle jump and cord beneath his skin.
His pace turns frantic, his control fraying. A broken sound tears from my throat, and I feel him pulse within me.
Releasing my body with one hand, he shoves it between us.
Eyes flying open wide, I meet his when his thumb presses just right against my clit. He’s not wearing some victorious grin or anything mocking. He’s flushed at the tips of his cheekbones.
“Jinx—” Choking on my next breath, my body instantly curls tightly, and I can’t stop the cry that leaves my lips. Like a bubble has popped, everything explodes. My vision blurs, my muscles twitch and stiffen.
“Fuck, Raven—” His thrusts continue to piston, uneven and uncontrolled. My pussy clenches, but the flutter of my walls makes it impossible to tighten around him as he pounds against my sensitive nerves.
Sinking my teeth into his neck, Jinx lets out the deepest, roughest sound I’ve ever heard. A distorted moan leaves him as a copper flavor hits my tongue.
I get it, I do. The release is more than just a pleasure. I feel everything leave me all at once.
I don’t think about all of those who are going to go take out our enemies. I don’t worry about what’ll happen if we’re caught. Hell, I don’t even worry about what this means for us. All I can focus on is the high it brings.
The moment he begins to stiffen up, I know we’ve reached the end. As much as I hate it, I long for it to never stop. For this pleasure to run on until I’ve taken my last breath.
Just when I feel his cock thickening, he denies me the experience of his release by yanking back. While I don’t get to feel the heat of it, what I do get to witness is the ripple ofhis pleasure wracking through his body before heat tickles my thighs, trickling toward the blades of grass beneath us.
The sound he makes, a deep rasp with my name on his tongue, makes my heart pound.
It makes me feel… vulnerable. Scared. Wanted.
Happy.
Feelings like that are dangerous. But it’s too late. After all of that, there’s no going back, is there?
9
Jinx
By the time the night finishes, a few things go down.
The first, Blaze Walker, the president of Crimson Road, is killed at the hands of Judge.
The second, despite no fatalities, Ace got grazed by a bullet, and Warden took one too to his gut. Neither is bad enough to put them in early graves, but the road captain is in rough shape.
Then, the most startling thing. I forget what I’m doing everything for, why I joined the club. Why I agreed to watch over Raven.
Twenty-four hours later, and I’m still in shock.
“Dude.” Kansas shoves his elbow into my side. “You’re supposed to throw the drink back, not stare at it.”
Surrounding us, a party erupts. Not just because we’ve taken down a club, claiming the spot as our own, but because so much change is about to take place.
A large number of the prospects have earned their patches after everything that’s gone down. Sure, we’ve got to wait for Diesel to get around to getting our patches attached, but this is the moment I’ve been waiting for.
I’m finally a part of something. I’m finallysomeone.
Grabbing the shot glass, I throw back the contents and cringe at the burn. Unfortunately, it doesn’t do what I need it to. What I need is a… distraction. Something that will get my mind off the one thing haunting me.
When a bottle appears to refill the glass, it’s not the woman I want to be on the other end. As sweet as Penelope is, it’s not her green eyes I want to look into. She doesn’t snarl and insult me, giving off only politeness and sweetness.
She’s not Raven.
God, what in the hell is wrong with me?
