The Original Crowd (A Whole New Crowd 0.50)

“Both.”

And that was the crux of it. Tray didn’t want to answer that. I could see he didn’t want to answer that. So I did it for him.

“I’m not into talking about—what we have going on—that’s not me. But…your life won’t go public. I can guarantee that.”

“And I should just trust you?” he asked shrewdly.

I shrugged. “I think I’ve already proven you can trust me…with a lot of shit.” Which reminded me… “Do you still have the PRS-500?”

“Uh…yeah. Why? You want it back?”

“Yeah.” I wanted those codes. Just because I didn’t want him to have it, didn’t mean I didn’t want them. It’s why I had Geezer hide everything.

“It’s useless anyway. It only showed the building’s security codes—I’m sure those have been changed by now.”

“I still want it. Geezer wants to study it.” It was only a half-lie. Geezer might’ve wanted to study it, but he’d never asked. No chance in hell I was going to give him the opportunity.

Tray was studying me intently. When wasn’t he? But this time I knew he was checking to see if I was lying. So I held firm and was rewarded with a small sigh. “Fine. I’ll get it when we leave.”

“Thanks.”

“The deal was for you to get the PRS-500 for me. We never talked about me giving it back.”

“Well, we just did,” I stated.

Tray ran a hand down my back and pulled me closer. I knew where this was going, so I put a hand to his chest and pulled back. “Hold on.”

“What?”

“You know my shit,” I reminded him, not really knowing if it was needed, but… “So I’m just telling you—your stuff goes public, I know my stuff will go public.”

“Can we stop talking about the possible consequences if this,” pointing to me and him, “ends?”

“Sure.” I leaned forward and kissed him, feeling his hand run down my back, and then lifting me up and onto his lap. I complied and turned to straddle him, his hands falling to my thighs, where he caressed them, moving up and down. I melted, my bones turned to liquid as I leaned against him, one of my hands running through his hair. I tilted my head back and sighed, my eyes closed, as he kissed down to my neck and found a spot.

A second later I felt a draft and realized he’d pushed my shirt up and was working it over my arms. I lifted my arms and the shirt was thrown. So I turned to his and soon his landed beside mine.

Meeting his lips again, more urgently, Tray took over and laid me down, with him coming to rest above me.

I loved it.

I grinned, running a hand down his chest, slowly, until my fingers hitched on the inside of his pants, where it was buttoned. I was rewarded with his sharp intake of breath. My fingers flicked the button free and the zipper gave way.

Tray groaned as he swept his hands to my bra and pulled it off, flinging it to the side.

“Fuck,” he gasped, resting his forehead against mine.

“What?” I asked, my breathing coming in fast and hard.

“My condoms are in the nightstand.”

I swiftly cursed.

“Wait,” he said swiftly, standing then disappearing. A second later, grinning in triumph, he waved a condom at me. “Good thing I remembered Bryce left some here.”

“Fuck!” I cried out, shoving him away.

“What?”