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Crew

A nd just like that, I was alone at the table.

It didn’t last more than thirty seconds though when Bobby slid into the seat that Kota had accompanied before.

He stared at me like he was trying to crush me with his glare— eyes on fire, jaw tight, mouth pushed into a hard line. But unfortunately for him, I wasn’t going to shrink away like a wilting flower.

He sat in silence for a moment longer until I raised a brow, challenging him to speak.

“What kind of game are you playing?” he finally spit out.

“Excuse me?”

Bobby leaned towards me, but I didn’t move away. If this was his way of trying to intimidate me, it wasn’t working in the slightest. If I wasn’t afraid of two-hundred-pound men hurdling towards me on the ice, hoping to draw blood, I wasn’t fucking afraid of Bobby.

He spoke in a condescending tone, tapping a knuckle against the table in an uneven rhythm. “I mean, I thought you hated her. Then all of a sudden, you won’t let me into the apartment and now you two show up here together?”

My hand fell against the table as if to say So what?

Bobby dropped his chin slightly, that glare of his still going strong. “Are you hooking up with her?”

Now, my jaw was tightening. Lines creased my forehead as my brows came inwards. “Not that it’s any of your business,” I spewed, “but no.”

Bobby gestured across the bar to where Kota stood, laughing loudly with some guy that I was assuming was friends with Patricia. “Is she fucking him ?”

Why the fuck did he think he had the right to know? As far as I knew, Kota hadn’t been with anyone this school year besides Bobby, so the fact that he was insinuating that she was sleeping around so soon after their breakup didn’t sit right with me. And even if she was, so what? Not to mention, from what I heard through the grapevine, AKA Lane and Bridget, Bobby was the unfaithful one.

Had he not given a fuck about her at all? Is he only seeming to give a fuck now that he doesn’t have her?

Kota was still one of my least favorite people, but she’d been decent tonight; I was feeling some sort of obligation to defend her.

I didn’t hesitate to lean forward, but unlike when Bobby did it, I wasn’t afraid to get up close and personal. I didn’t stop until I was inches from his face. If he wanted me to show him what real intimidation was, I’d gladly give him a lesson.

Tension stretched between us like a rubber band, but I could feel it about to snap on his end. He seemed to shy away a bit, his sharp, strained features reluctantly softening.

I spoke with a steady hiss. “What she does is none of your concern. So, I suggest you do what I said last time and fuck off.”

Bobby’s grim eyes kept boring into me, but he didn’t say anything. Where the hell were TJ and Matt? Or even Kota? I needed someone to get here before I beat the shit out of this guy. We all knew Kota pushed my buttons repeatedly, but this guy was testing my patience beyond repair. I wasn’t sure why that was. It might’ve been his absolute lack of respect for women or boundaries.

And sure, who the hell was I to talk about respect for women? But in my defense, I didn’t prance around possessively, acting like I owned them. If a woman wanted to sleep around, that was her choice. And even more so, if a woman just simply didn’t want to talk to me because I fucked her over, then she had every right to act that way.

After another minute, Bobby seemed to make the smart decision. His shoulders rose and fell as he exhaled deeply through his nose, sitting back for a second before standing, angrily pushing his chair away, and stomping off.

I waited another minute for someone to come back to the table, and when no one did, I chugged the rest of my beer, set it on the table, and started walking away.

Without thinking, I went straight up to Kota. “I’m ready to go when you are.”

Her dark irises held me in a trap, trying to read my expression. “Are you alright?”

“Perfectly fine,” I muttered, shifting around.

She shot me a look, and like thousands of times leading up to now, I recognized it. There was a sassy comment heading my way, maybe even the start of a fight.

But to my surprise, Kota seemed to choke it back. She turned towards her friends and murmured something to them before stepping closer to me. “Okay. I’m ready,” she said, adjusting her purse over her shoulder.

I nodded, leading the way towards the exit. I made sure to tell the guys we were leaving before we walked out. Settling into step beside each other, Kota asked what happened with Bobby.

I summarized, and surprisingly, she didn’t push the topic more even though she had every right to. She seemed to be deep in thought. For someone who had expressed many times how much she hated my fucking face, I found it odd how often I’d caught her staring at me on the way home.

She was unusually quiet until we walked through the door.

“Crew.”

I fell onto the couch. “What?”

She hung her purse on the hook next to the door, speaking as she did so. “Have I ever told you how attractive you are?”

My body went rigid, lips parted in utter confusion. “Are you on drugs right now?”

“No,” she shrugged.

“Okay...” I responded warily, analyzing her every move. “How drunk are you?” Was she trying to see if I fell for it? Or if I’d compliment her back?

But when she answered, there was no venom in her voice, or in her facial expression for that matter. She seemed more than relaxed, her eyes blazing with a glaze that I couldn’t quite decipher.

“I’m not that drunk,” she said casually.

“Not that drunk,” I repeated.

“I mean it. You’re attractive.”

A gust of laughter flew out of my mouth. “Stop that.”

“Stop what?” she said, resting a hand low on her hip.

I sat back against the couch, trying to act composed even though I was anything but. “Stop acting like you don’t think I’m the most vile thing in the world.”

Kota smirked, full of mischief and seduction, a complicated mixture. In one swift motion, she kicked off her black stilettos before strutting over to me, her hips swaying precisely in her dress.

My lips remained glued together, not protesting as she slung one leg over me, followed by the other so that she was straddling me. I gulped, hoping she didn’t catch it. My hands remained at my sides as if touching her any more than I technically already was would get me killed.

“Does it look like I think you’re vile?” she hummed.

Time slowed for a second, my brain trying to catch up with what was happening. “You’re only doing this to get a rise out of me.”

Her eyes glowed, and when I finally recognized what was behind them— lust— I couldn’t fucking believe it. It made no sense that one week ago she wanted to murder me and right now, she was straddling me, her bare ass threatening to fall onto my lap.

Was this what she had been thinking of on the way home?

“Am I?” she challenged. “Are you sure?”

Apparently, my brain didn’t work right, because instead of thinking like a clear, rational human being and shifting her off me, my tongue darted out, moistening my bottom lip as I fell further into whatever trance she was putting me in. “Let’s find out,” I called her bluff. Slowly, I brought my hand onto her knee, and immediately, she shivered under my touch. My voice came out quiet and raspy. “Just tell me when to stop.”

Gradually, my fingertips trailed upwards, and when I reached her thigh, I hesitated, looking for a sign from her to stop. But all I saw was the increase in her breathing, her chest rising and falling more rapidly.

The temperature in the room was becoming hotter, the air getting thicker. My fingers continued lingering, and right before I got to her pussy, Kota grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled me to her, smashing her lips onto mine.

She kissed me like she was hungry, and as much as I wanted to pull away just to ask what the fuck was going on, I let her shut me up.

When minutes had passed and her moans grew louder, vibrating into my mouth, I hummed back, allowing my hands to explore her backside like all the ways I was thinking about earlier in the night.

She rolled her hips against me, riding along the rock in my pants.

There was an internal war happening within me, a battle between reason and instinct.

Fuck it.

Kota’s arms tightened around my neck while my hands found their way underneath her, clutching onto her ass as I stood. Her lips left mine for a brief moment just to gasp for air and then they were on mine again.

Kicking my bedroom door shut, I set Kota carefully onto my bed. I was waiting for her to push me away any second, to laugh in my face and give me some shit about me falling for it or announcing that this was her ultimate prank.

But instead, she impatiently reached for my belt buckle.

Out of breath, I pulled away, attempting to swallow, but my mouth was so dry that I couldn’t get anything down. “Are you sure we should...”

She shook her head swiftly against my mattress. “Just fuck me,” she insisted, pulling me back onto her.

Alright then.

In minutes, all clothes were off. Without looking, I fished a condom out of my nightstand and slipped it on with one hand.

When I finally brought my thumb across her clit, I nearly gasped at how wet she was. I didn’t think it was possible for someone that hated me to be this wet from my touch.

Wasting no time, I slid inside her, pleased to hear her breath hitch as I filled her completely. Her eyes were clamped shut, and I wasn’t sure if it was because it felt good for her or if she just didn’t want to see my fucking face.

“Look at me,” I demanded in a low growl. “Now.”

Brown eyes fluttering open, there was a weird tremble in my core when her irises locked on me.

Steadying myself with one hand, I brought my thumb up to my mouth and licked it before reaching down and tenderly rubbing her most sensitive spot.

Kota’s desperate moans filled the room, and when I drilled into her harder and faster, she began breathlessly muttering, “Crew.”

There was something oddly satisfying about making your enemy moan your name.

Small hands latching onto my biceps, she buried her head into the crook of my neck. I could feel her hot breath skating along my skin, sending goosebumps down my spine.

I watched Kota’s teeth sink into her bottom lip, humming the sweetest sound as I sunk myself deeper into her. Feeling how her pussy tightened so fiercely around me and how her acrylic nails were digging shamelessly into my back, I almost forgot all about the games we’d been playing. How much we despised each other. How far we’d both gone to ruin the other’s life.

Physical pleasure wasn’t new to me, but there was an unusual, emotional fulfillment overtaking me that I’d never experienced before. I was on a power trip, and I wasn’t going to stop until her moans had turned to screams.

Pulling myself onto my knees, I propped her legs on my shoulders and pounded into her so deeply that I could feel the end of her. I held onto both her legs tightly, right on her upper thighs to keep her in place.

Trembling and writhing beneath me, Kota looked like she was having a goddamn exorcism, and when my face started to hurt, I realized I’d been smiling like a fucking maniac.

I brought a hand to her throat, squeezing gingerly as she gasped for air, her hair fanning out perfectly along the white pillows around her.

She was still squirming, her legs shaking, sending a vibration through my shoulders. But I held her throat, keeping her head locked there so that she had no choice but to look at me, her enemy, as I fucked her.

Kota’s mouth was hanging open, the smallest winces repeatedly rushing out. Seizing the opportunity, I loosened my grip on her neck and brushed a finger along her bottom lip before slipping it into her warm mouth.

I pushed my finger down her throat and carefully watched her reaction. There was a small knit between her brows, but she took it like a champ, sucking so good that I quickened my thrusts, working harder, faster, deeper.

Kota’s bare chest popped up and down as her breathing accelerated, causing her tits to lightly bounce. Ripping my finger out of her mouth, I brought it right back to her clit, rubbing back and forth as fast as possible.

Arms flying above her head, she clutched onto the bottom of my headboard and let out the loudest, most satisfied cry I’d ever heard.

“Crew,” her voice shook, eyes rolling to the back of her head.

I wasn’t sure what the hell came over me that made me turn into a feral animal, but the next thing I knew, my dick was out, the condom was off, and I was sliding into her mouth.

Her hands gripped the bottom of the headboard and mine clutched the top, sending the whole bedframe ramming into the wall and sounding like firecrackers as I fucked her mouth.

And she fucking took it.

“God, Kota,” I sighed. My words came out so raspy that I didn’t even recognize my own voice. “You’re taking it so fucking good.”

Kota’s mouth felt like a vacuum, and I made sure to be careful all while feeling out this insane frenzy I was in. My mind was swirling with pleasure, and when her tongue brushed along the side of my cock, I lost it, shooting come straight down her throat.

And she swallowed every fucking drop like it was water.

When I pulled out of her, I caught my breath, letting my legs settle from shaking and my brain come down from the mind-blowing high.

I’d never done anything like that with someone before. I wasn’t sure what made me do it; it almost felt like an instinct.

Maybe that bold and rude mouth of hers just needed to be cleaned out.

I may have been done, but I wasn’t done with her.

She laid there, her limbs like deadweight while her lungs struggled to catch up.

Adjusting myself, I scooted down until her pussy was in my face. Her skin was soft as my tongue chased along her knee to her inner thigh, leaving a trail of wetness in its wake.

With the slightest jump, I could tell she hadn’t been expecting more, but the second her hands found their way into my hair, I dove straight for her clit, tongue darting out to brush it softly.

Her come tasted sweet like fruity candy, and I couldn’t get enough of it. I planted a hand firmly around her waist, putting some pressure there as I licked and sucked until she eventually came again, right on the tip of my tongue.

When I finally collapsed beside her, both of us sweating and out of breath, it was silent.

And it stayed that way until we were both passed out.