The Original Crowd (A Whole New Crowd 0.50)

“Taryn,” he gasped, reaching for his nightstand.

I held myself back forcibly, as I waited for him to grab a condom, but it was taking everything I had. I wanted him. And I wanted him inside me. Now.

Then, a seemingly hour later, he slid in, stretching me, as he braced himself above me.

We both held on as his thrusts took us closer and then hurdled our bodies over the edge. I melted, again, panting as we both laid there.

It took a moment for the fog to clear and I then remembered who was waiting for us.

“Oh…fuck,” I groaned.

Tray laughed into my shoulder, where his mouth was lingering.

“We should head in.”

Tray grunted slightly as he lifted himself up again. But he held me trapped on the bed, with his arms on both sides of me. “Taryn, promise me that you’ll come to me first with whatever they want.”

“I promise.”

“I mean it. Those guys don’t know what they’re doing or who they’re going against.”

“I will. Promise.” I smiled as I saw him look sternly at me. “Now get out of my face before I pull you back down for another round.”

Tray grinned, but lifted himself up and off the bed.

We both showered quickly and dressed.

As we entered the main house, we heard shouting from the basement.

“Fuck you, man! I’m telling you we don’t need Taryn for this. We should leave before she gets here.”

Rounding the corner, I saw Trent shake his head. “Oh hell no, man. We can’t do this without Taryn. I’m telling you, we need her.”

“And I’m telling you we don’t,” Gentley shot back.

“You don’t need me for what?” I asked, feeling Tray behind me.

Gentley swore, raking a hand through his hair.

“Taryn.” Trent looked relieved. “We think we know where Grayley is, but we gotta move now.”

“No,” Tray spoke up, coming to stand beside me.

“Fuck you, man. This has nothing to do with you.”

“This does have to do with me.”

“Where do you think Grayley is?” I asked, my heart had started racing at Grayley’s name.

“Jace has another warehouse on the eastside. We found it last night, but it’s going to be a bitch to get into. We need you for that,” Trent explained, watching Tray intensely.

“Why are you here?” I asked Gentley.

“Because Gray’s a friend of mine, too.” He actually sounded sincere.

“You weren’t at the funeral.” I turned back to Trent.

“I was trying to find Grayley before we have one for him.” He cursed, pacing. I could see why Tray was tense—Trent looked like a caged animal: pissed and hungry. It was a side of Trent that I’d never seen before.