The Original Crowd (A Whole New Crowd 0.50)

Tray’s mouth was back on mine, sweeping inside. Holy fuck. I slid down his length and reached for his pants, my hand swept inside. Tray was making quick work of my skirt, but left my bikini bottoms on.

I managed—finally—to work his button free and slid his zipper down. Then I was back up, my legs around his waist, as I kicked down his pants in the same motion. Tray grabbed me and stepped out of his pants, his mouth entangling with mine, my hands roughly holding him against me.

When I felt his fingers touch me down there, I moaned into his mouth. Tray pulled my bikini bottom down, making enough room for him to slide his fingers into me.

A moment later, I let my head rest against the tiled wall, feeling Tray move downwards as he kept at it.

When it built up, I bit back a groan and then I’d had enough. So had Tray because he set me down and we both stepped out of our remaining clothes. Tray grabbed me and hoisted me in the air, driving inside me almost violently, and I just about screamed.

And I held on tight.

At the last thrust, my body melted. Literally. Tray had to hold me up, but he was a bit unsteady too. We crawled on the bed and wrapped around each other. Tray let out a breath, resting his forehead in the crook of my neck. I grinned against his arm, feeling his muscles twitch slightly at the contact.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned. Then I realized what we’d done.

“It’s alright. I’m on the pill.”

“You don’t have anything,” he teased, but underneath the playful voice, I could tell he was serious.

I looked up and met his gaze. “No,” I said. “You? You use protection with Aidrian Casners?”

“So you know about her, huh? And yes, of course I did on that one night where I had a lapse of judgment,” he remarked dryly.

I knew it was petty, but I had to bring her up. She bothered me. And what bothered me more was that he hadn’t pushed her away—both times I saw her boobs dangerously close to him.

“Yeah.”

“Rumors are widely wrong. About me, anyways,” Tray commented, moving forward to kiss me, lightly, tenderly. He pushed me back and rested half of his body on top of me, a comforting weight. “I’m normally picky about who I sleep with, and Casners was a mistake.”

“I’m a bit alarmed that I’m happy with that information.” I couldn’t help but admit, slightly panicked that I’d even said that out loud. Tray laughed and replied, “It shouldn’t. I should be a good thing.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“You get what you needed today?” We both knew he was referring to Pedlam.

I met his eyes, and held them for a moment. Just…reading whatever was in there, trying to get a peek at what was inside.

I read seriousness, a light teasing note, and I read…concern.

“Yeah.” I smiled lightly. “I got what I needed.”

He traced his hand down my arm and lifted my hand up, his fingers running against the bandages, he asked, “How’d these come about?”

“A quick getaway where I didn’t want to answer any questions. Jace walked in and almost caught me, so I had to do some quick thinking. I’m fine.” I answered.

“They look like they hurt.”

“They did.”

“Not anymore?”

“With you and me, like this? I’d be worried if they were hurting.” I grinned, kissing him. “They’re fine.”

“You sure?” Tray wanted to make sure I was okay, which I found endearing.

“Yes,” I promised, rolling over and straddling him, “I am sure.”

From his vantage point, Tray grinned up at the view. His hands rested on my hips and slid upwards. I closed my eyes, just feeling him.