Page 6 of Crave

“OhGODthat’s it.”

What the fuck?

I looked down as she flung her hair back, grinding and riding, her dress now gone. When the fuck did that happen? Who the fuck was she? I had no idea and it was far too late to find out. My balls tightened as she rode my cock like a goddamn mechanical bull.

Her moans were grating, her face nothing more than a haze. One I was already desperate to forget. I closed my eyes, unleashing a moan that was part desperation and a whole lot of agony. But she unleashed a cry of release and my cock did its own thing, twitching and jerking as I came hard.

A second was all it took to understand exactly what I’d done. I looked down as those violent thrusts slowed and she slid off me, falling to the bed like a rag doll.

“Oh my God, that was so good.” She moaned.

I looked at the mess she left behind. “Condom.” I managed.

She lifted her head, cracking one eye open. “It’s a little late for that, wouldn’t you say?”

A little late?

I had no idea what the fuck just happened.

“Besides.” She pushed up, kissing me on the lips before she snuggled right in against me. “I’m on the pill. We don’t want kids just yet, do we? I plan on getting to know you real well first, Silas.” Her nails dug into my side as she pressed harder against me. “And I want you to get to know me as well.”

No.

Fuck no.

I opened my mouth to say just that, but it was no use…she was passed the fuck out. Her heavy breaths turned into a snore. I unleashed a moan and lifted my arm, shoving her aside. “Get the fuck off me.”

My cum cooled against my thighs, leaving me to swipe my hand through the mess and slowly drag my ass up from the bed before I stumbled for the bathroom.

I didn’t even reach for the light, just took a piss, then used the hand towel to clean myself. Shadows blurred. Fuck, how smashed was I? I didn’t have the answer for that, just shoved out my hand, bracing on the door as I made for the bed once more and fell, hitting it hard.

A moan came from someone beside me. There was a panicked moment that rose from the dark, before in an instant, it was snatched away…and everything else with it.

Beep.

I surfaced for a second, then plunged back down.

Beep.

I flailed, my face buried into the pillow and somehow found my phone. One eye cracked open to find the blurry caller ID. Motherfucker. My finger pressed the button before I pulled it close to my ear. “St. James. I told you to never call me again.”

“You’ll want this one.” His deep growl echoed, reminding me of my father. An ache flared instantly in my chest. “I have information about your mother.”

My mother?

The words were icy water in my veins pushing the drunken haze further away. I shifted in bed. “What kind of information?”

“The kind of information that will rock your world.”

I glanced over my shoulder to the shadowed figure under the sheets and rose. Faint memories came back to me. Some fuckingclub where I was smashed off my face. Claw marks that still stung across my body. A woman who was very available. I didn’t even remember her name.

Fear pushed deeper. That knowing hovered just out of reach and my pulse sped. Still, I rose and made my way out of my bedroom, closing the door behind me. “Speak.”

There was a heartbeat of silence. London St. James, like my father, wasn’t used to others speaking to him like that. In fact I doubt anyone did…or saw daylight after. I licked my lips, tasting the bitter tang of regret. Right now I didn’t give a fuck what St. James liked or didn’t like.

“You didn’t want to be involved in the war with Hale and the Order.” I walked along the hallway where our bedrooms were, stopping outside Theo’s open door. His bedroom was still dark, his bed still made. “I think that was a mistake,” St. James chided.

“Oh yeah?” This asshole was starting to piss me off.