Fuck!
He had no intention of coming in her mouth, but she resistedwhen he tried to urge her away, taking him down her throat farther. He released a guttural groan as he climaxed.
Wraith dragged his hand down his face, feeling the weight of her body lay flat over his chest. He dropped his hand to her back, forcing her closer and loving the sweet and victorious smile playing on her lips.
“So, you do like gettingblow jobs.”
Wraith scowled, but her giggle echoing through the room was no match for his hard exterior.
Fuck yeah, I do.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Cleo glanced around the motel room. It was basic but clean. It was only one level with ten rooms. She wasn’t exactly sure of the deal Ace and the club had made with the owners, Minnie and Ralph, but they’d been welcoming when she andJanearrived. Minnie especially. They’d given her the room closest to the main lobby. Their apartment was connected in the back. Cleo wasn’t sure how much help they’d be in protecting her, though it wouldn’t come to that. The motel was under the protection and security of the club.Janewas safer now than she might ever be. Cleo had no doubt, one of the members would be watching her at all times.
Cleo grabbed the bag from the floor and carried it over to the bed. She had picked through most of her clothes that she thought would fit her.
“There’s um, a few shirts, a sweatshirt, some shorts, and a pair of jeans. We can order you underwear, bras, and socks.” She grabbed her phone and held it up, smiling. “Whatever you need. I was going to do it, but it seemed weird picking that kind of stuff out for someone else.”
Janeglanced down at the bag then slowly lifted her gaze to Cleo.
“What if I leave in the middle of the night? Steal all yourclothes and take off.” There was an edge in her tone, though not fully committed. Cleo sensed she was testing her attitude with the weakest of them all. It was fair, and Cleo wasn’t offended. It was important she learned to stand up for herself and on her own.
Cleo knitted her brows and cocked her head. “I’m giving you the clothes, so they’re yours. Can’t steal something that you own, right?”
Her shoulders slouched, and she muttered, “Yeah, I guess.”
She looked so beaten down. Even after three days at the clubhouse, it hadn’t eased her tension or settled her enough to show many signs of life. It would take time. Cleo knew that from experience.
“Are you hungry?”
She seemed to perk up. “I can eat.”
Cleo smiled and grabbed her pocketbook from the small table in the corner. “We don’t have any restaurants around here, but Burke’s has a bunch of sandwiches, and they’re pretty good.” She pointed to the mini-fridge. “We can get you stocked up with drinks and snacks.”
“I don’t have any money.”
“My treat.”
Cleo was sure that something was worked out between the club and Inez. But until she knew the details, she’d cover her tab. Cleo started to the door waving forJaneto follow. And she did.
The gas station and convenience store was half a mile away. Cleo took the opportunity to point out a few places on their walk. It was a short tour. There wasn’t much to Killcreek.
She held open the door, usheringJaneinside. Burke poked his head around the corner of the aisle when the bell rang.
“Hi, Burke.”
He furrowed his brows and straightened. He looked past Cleo with his sharp glare aimed atJane. “Who the hell is that?”
“My friend.” Cleo wrapped her hand aroundJane’swrist and pulled her down the second aisle, leading her to the back coolers.
Cleo leaned closer, lowering her voice. “For now, don’t tell anyone your name. If they ask, just say you’re with Killcreek.”
“Why?”
Cleo wasn’t exactly sure how to answer. She herself had never been given a definitive answer from Knox when he gave her the rules.
“Because it’s none of their business?” That was the best she could come up with, but it seemed to pacify her.
