Damaged (Boys of Winter 2)

Fuck me. I really do deserve to be locked away in a cell.

Cruz licks his lips as a wicked grin stretches across my face. Who the hell said that I can’t enjoy myself while I’m down here? And judging from the darkness seeping into Cruz’s green eyes, I’d dare say we’re on exactly the same page. Even more so when he pulls me hard against the bars and slips my leg through the small gap, hooking it over his shoulder.

He dives in, absolutely no point in waiting, and I instantly curl my fingers into his hair and watch him work. The view of his tongue slipping out of his mouth and flicking over my clit is something I will never tire of. I suck in a breath as he does it again, my fingers tightening in his hair, already on edge.

Cruz works my clit with his skilled tongue and reaches around me and the bar, slipping his hand under my leg until his thick fingers are pushing up into my aching pussy. He gives me exactly what I want until I’m screaming out his name, my cries bouncing off the walls of my cell and echoing far down the hallway. There’s nothing quite like being able to scream as loud as you can, knowing that not a damn person can hear you, except for the man whose tongue is flicking against my clit.

My pussy aches, the need to pull Cruz through the metal bars and fuck him until I die is far too strong to handle. I’d give anything to feel him sinking deep inside me, but for now, this will have to do.

My orgasm builds deep within me, each pass of his tongue only making it so much more intense. My fingers pull at his hair as his fingers massage inside of me, finding that spot that drives me wild.

He picks up his pace, and within seconds, I forget where I am as all that exists is the convulsing, violent orgasm that tears through my body. “HOLY FUCK, CRUZ,” I cry, tears springing to my eyes from the intensity. My body turns into a quivering mess and the second my orgasm finally eases, I collapse to the ground, Cruz barely saving me before I come to a crash landing.

I just stare at him, taking in the proud smirk that covers his lips, as well as the shine that sits over his mouth like a trophy. I crawl back to the bars and just like that, his lips are back on mine and I taste myself, feeling a thrill rush through me.

Cruz murmurs against my lips. “I’ll never get bored of how responsive you are to my touch.”

I groan into him. “Trust me, I’m right there with you.”

I feel his lips pull into a wide smile. “I still stand by what I said,” he tells me. “If King changes his mind and feels like fucking you over, I’m running away with you and keeping you all to myself.”

“Assuming you can break me out of this cell with your magical touch.”

“Hey,” he laughs, pulling back and curling his arm around my waist. “I’m a man of my word.”

“I’m counting on it.”

His eyes soften and sparkle with something unfamiliar as he watches me for a quiet second, and as if he flipped a switch, a dorky smile stretches over his full lips. “Did I ever tell you about the time I catfished Gray into thinking I was a hot Swedish chick who wanted to fuck?”

My brows shoot up in interest. “What?”

“Uh-huh,” he smirks, getting comfortable. “I even convinced the fucker to record himself jerking off then shout ‘YAHTZEE’ when he came.”

“Bullshit,” I laugh. “You didn’t.”

“I sure fucking did, but man, he was pissed when he found out,” he tells me. “Actually, he’ll probably fucking kill me if he found out that I told you.”

I shake my head, scooching down against his warmth as a real belly laugh takes over me. “I think Yahtzee is going to be his new nickname,” I grin. “What else have you done to those sorry fuckers? I want to hear it all.”

Cruz grins, and just like that, he tells me every last story he has on the boys—the good, the bad, and the more than ugly. We talk and laugh, my situation completely forgotten until I’m awkwardly falling asleep against his shoulder with a bar pressed against the side of my head.

But even then, with Cruz’s warm arms wrapped around my body, it does nothing to keep the monsters at bay. I find myself still desperately wishing for Carver, now more than ever.

CHAPTER 3

My head pounds as I wake on the hard ground of my cell to find Cruz shivering beside me and his suit jacket from last night’s sham of a party draped over my body.

That idiot. Even while I’m asleep he’s still trying to play my knight in shining armor. At least he still has his dress shirt stretched across his strong body, pulling at the seams, so I guess he’s not a complete idiot.