Cross (Dark Kings 3)

She opens up for me and licks up my shaft. I throw my head back and moan when she gets to my piercing. Her tongue gently plays with it, making me weak in the knees. “Alexa,” I call out her name, not even sure why. Other than just needing to say it.

Her hand grips the base of my cock while her mouth swallows it, setting my body on fire and fulfilling that craving I always have. I touch the back of her throat, and I lean forward, one hand having to hold the counter while the other remains in her hair. She picks up her pace, and I allow her to take control, letting her do whatever she wants to me.

Slow, fast, deep, or shallow, it doesn’t even fucking matter. This woman is my damnation. I’ve always known I was going to hell; now I know it’ll be her who sends me there. Because I will do absolutely anything for her. She doesn’t even have to ask.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

ALEXA

“GOOD AFTERNOON,” I sing, falling into my seat at the booth for lunch at Empire, downing what’s left of my second Monster.

“Afternoon.” Emilee is the first to greet me. Haven gives me a smile, and Jasmine didn’t hear me because she is too wrapped up typing out a text.

“I’m so sorry to hear about your bar,” Emilee tells me, giving me a sympathetic look with her amber eyes.

“Do they know who did it?” Haven asks curiously.

I’ve never really spoken to her, but she’s the girl’s best friend, and now that I know who she’s married to, it makes me a little nervous to even be around her. What if she goes home, tells her husband she hates me, and he offs me? The guy has some major pull in this town. I bet he’d make it look like an accident. Like I slipped and just happened to fall on a knife to the chest. Or maybe my car would conveniently lose a wheel while I’m driving down the highway. I mean …

“Alexa?”

“Hmm?” I blink, looking up at Emilee.

“Do they know who did it?” she asks what Haven had, and I realize that I never answered.

“I believe so.” I keep it vague. I’m not sure what Cross would want me to say. I guess we should have had the discussion last night instead of fucking multiple times. So many things needed to be discussed, but I craved that connection with him more than answers. Or maybe I just really don’t want to know. Love does make you stupid.

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” April states, falling down next to me.

“You’re just in time. We were about to order mimosas,” Jasmine tells her.

“I’m not drinking.” Haven waves her off.

“What? Why not?” Jasmine snorts.

“Because Luca and I are trying for a baby,” Haven answers with a smile on her face, but it quickly drops when she looks at April. “I’m so sorry,” she rushes out. “I didn’t think …”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” she says, giving her a kind smile in return.

“Yeah, I’m fucking a lot too,” Jasmine jokes, trying to lighten the mood, and I snort while trying to take a drink of my water.

“Jasmine …” Haven shrieks. She always seems to be the most proper of the girls. A little more uptight than the rest.

“What?” She shrugs. “It’s the same thing.”

“I’m married,” Haven says, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

“Us single girls can fuck too, ya know?” Jasmine rolls her eyes.

“Are you still seeing Nite?” April jumps into the conversation, looking at Jasmine.

Emilee and I look over at the redhead. Both of us wide-eyed. That is … surprising. And what’s even more is that Emilee didn’t seem to know about it. We need to have these get-togethers more often. I learn so much about these girls.

“We had plans to fuck tonight, but he sent me a text earlier informing me that he had to cancel.” Jasmine looks around, trying to catch the eye of a waiter to order those mimosas.

“He’s out of town. Luca had to send him to Italy …” Haven quickly stops speaking and averts her amber eyes to the table like she just told us all a secret that none of us were supposed to know. The way she starts nibbling on her thumbnail makes me think it’s a big one.

“For what?” Emilee digs, placing her elbow on the table, her chin in her hand.

“Doesn’t matter,” Jasmine states, and Haven’s shoulders literally sag as if she just dodged a bullet. Damn, now I really want to know what the hell is going on there. “We don’t explain anything to each other. It’s just sex.” She laughs it off.

“Speaking of sex, Emilee, are you still fucking Bones and Titan?” Haven wonders, making sure to change the subject to anyone else other than Nite and Italy.