“Yeah, I know you will.” Cross’s gaze softened slightly. “Wraith tell you the plan for her?”
She shook her head.
“When she’s up to it, we’ll move her to the motel.”
What? Cleo widened her eyes.
Cross smirked. “To live. Not work. Got no immediate plans to open up for business anytime soon. And if and when we do, we’ll find her somewhere else to stay. But for now, we got the prospects living there, and Cypher’s going to take a room close to her. She’ll be protected.”
It was a solid plan but not perfect. She bit her lip wondering if she should ask.
“What?”
“She can’t stay here? I know she’s not comfortable just yet, but neither was I at first.” Cleo shrugged. “I adjusted, and it’s probably the safest place for her to be, right?”
Cross snorted. “We got rules here. No one but the brothers live here.”
“But I…”
Cross held up his hand, cutting her off. “You were the exception. Theonlyexception.”
Because of Knox. He didn’t have to say it. Cleo knew it.
Cross stood and circled the table, stopping next to her and staring straight ahead. “Knox would’ve liked you with Wraith.”
That meant something coming from Cross. He’d been the closest to Knox and knew him better than anyone. Including Cleo.
“You think so?”
“I know it.” Cross walked away, and she fought against the tears welling in her eyes. She drew in a breath and headed back to Wraith’s room.
He was still asleep with the sheet covering only one of his thighs. Otherwise, he was completely exposed.
She set her coffee on the dresser and moved toward the end of the bed. This man’s body was perfection. Muscular, toned, and hard. She lowered her gaze between his legs.Literally.
She’d gone her whole life without having sex until Wraith. Waiting a couple of days shouldn’t have been a big deal. However, having the man of her dreams sleeping in bed with her and not being able to touch him was downright torturous. She’d tried to initiate sex a few times in the last forty-eight hours, but Wraith shut her down. He said she was still healing from the attack, and he didn’t want to hurt her.Following his rules, it took intercourse off the table.But not everything.
Cleo dropped her knee to the mattress and climbed between his legs.
Good morning, Wraith.
****
Fuck, I do not want to wake up from this dream.
It wasn’t the first time he’d envisioned Cleo between his legs going down on him, but it was the most realistic. His cock hardened, and her hair tickled against his hip. He forced himself not to grasp it. He stretched his neck as her lips slid over his shaft, her tongue teasing the crown of his cock. Soft and gentle was the polar opposite of Wraith, but it was how he’d always imagined her taking him in her mouth. Pink, pouty lips, usually shiny. It was rare she wore anything other than gloss. He might not like the taste of it, but he loved the visual. He clamped down on his jaw when she wrapped her hand around the root of his cock, stroking him while she licked the column of his dick.
He dropped his hand to her shoulder, caressing over the back of her neck and weaved his hand through her hair. Light brown wavy strands reaching halfway down her back.And so fucking soft.
Her smooth hand spread over his stomach. It was the strangest feeling. He felt himself waking up, but the arousal only intensified. He gripped her hair tightly, guiding her mouth over his cock, increasing the speed. She sucked hard, grazing her teeth along his shaft.
“Fuck.” He groaned.
He liked that too much. A little pain with his pleasure always sent him over the edge.
“Sorry.” Her voice was barely a whisper, and when he opened his eyes, Cleo was between his legs, stroking him and licking her lips. There was hesitation in her eyes.
Wraith could’ve stopped her, but that wasn’t what either of them wanted. He loosened his grip on her hair just enough to thread his fingers and lightly guide her mouth to his cock. She smiled and her eyes gleamed, holding his stare as she swallowed his length.
