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Whizz (The Skulls #9) Page 16
Author: Sam Crescent

In between his thighs she saw the length of his cock dangling down. This was strangely intimate. She hadn’t seen him naked during their time together, yet this was intimacy.

Whizz walked back to the bed, climbing in beside her. She didn’t even think to protest, not even that first morning when she woke up beside him.

He started out at the end of the bed and slowly moved in behind her. She kept her gaze on the television even though the movie made no sense.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

Looking behind her, she frowned. “What are you sorry about?”

Whizz ran his hand over her stomach, rubbing in circular motions. Her stomach tightened as another flood of arousal swamped her. She wished she could stop feeling the pleasure, but nothing happened.

“Your club. I knew you’d follow me that day, Lacey. I know the club meant a great deal to you. They were your family. I’m sorry for hurting you that way.”

“You’re not sorry for killing them?” she asked, staring up at him.

“I hope one day you’ll forgive me for my part in what I did.”

“Why are you saying this?” The way he’d spoken to her that afternoon left her feeling he was angry at her feelings toward the Savage Brothers.

“You’ve lost your family. I’m sorry about hurting you. I’m not sorry for what had to happen. Before Gonzalez tore your family apart you were part a club. You know the workings even if you argue with me.”

She licked her lips averting her gaze.

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” Lacey turned her back to him, watching the movie. Whizz didn’t move his hand away. He kept stroking her stomach.

She kept her thighs together, wishing she’d stop reacting to his touch.

“I want you, Lacey.”

Closing her eyes, she took in a breath. His fingertips moved from her stomach to travel up. She didn’t stop even though she knew she should. He cupped her breast in his palm. Her nipple budded into his hand.

“Tell me you want me,” he said.

Opening her eyes, she stared opposite the room. The hand on her breasts started to move down. She didn’t tell him to stop, nor did she tell him to keep going. Lacey stayed quiet, and when his fingers stroked over the band of the boxers, she let out a breath.

“I’m not going to go any further until you tell me you’re with me all the way.” He kissed her shoulder. “Tell me what you want, Lacey.”

She loved the way he said her name. His voice was dark, filled with the promise of sin. Lacey wanted to tell him to stop, but she wanted his touch a hell of a lot more.

“It means nothing,” she said.

“You’re lying, Lacey. You’re lying to yourself and to me.” His palm stayed still against her stomach. The tips of his fingers still rested in the boxer briefs.

“You helped, Whizz.” She closed her eyes, hoping she’d see him as the enemy. Lacey couldn’t do it. All she saw when she closed her eyes was Whizz, but not as the enemy. No, she saw him as her friend, her lover, and something a hell of a lot more. She saw him as a hope of a future.

“Tell me what you want me to do.” There was no apology for what he did. He wanted her to tell him no or to let him continue.

If he stops will he go find pleasure elsewhere?

She didn’t know what bothered her more, if he found pleasure elsewhere or if he stopped, rolled over, and ignored her. What would she do if he took his pleasure in a young, slimmer woman? No, she couldn’t handle that.

“I want you, Whizz. I want you to continue.” The truth spilled from her lips. She expected to feel shame for giving into him. In truth, all she felt was relief that she’d finally given into him.

His hand moved past the boxer shorts, sliding down to cup her pussy.

“This is mine, Lacey. I’m not going to let another man touch what’s mine.”

Chapter Four

The answer Whizz got to his statement was her feminine moan. The lips of her pussy were slick with cream. Sliding a finger through her slit, he circled the hard bud of her clit. She moaned, her legs falling open a little wider, making the band of the briefs tight against his hand.

Sitting up on the bed, he threw the blanket out of view. He no longer wanted to hide beneath the covers or for her to pretend they were no longer together.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I want to see you, Lacey. No more hiding.”

He leaned over her to put the light on. Nothing would obstruct his view of her body, not darkness, not clothing, not even her embarrassment. Whizz wanted to see all of her, soak all of her inside.

She sat up in bed, pressing a palm to his chest. “If you get to see all of me then I want to see all of you.” Her breathing was long and deep.

“Fine.” Whizz stepped off the bed, pushing the sweatpants over his swelling erection. Whenever he was close to her he was always in a state of arousal.

Cupping his cock, he ran his hand over the length, watching her. “I’m naked, baby. I’m naked and open. It’s time for you to stop hiding.”

Her blue hair fell down her back. The color was growing out from the blue dye. He wondered if she’d try another color or if that was it for her.

She went to her knees on the center of the bed. To him, Lacey was the best thing to ever be kneeling on his bed. He watched her finger the bottom of the shirt she wore.

Come on, baby, I’m dying here. I need you.

Whizz didn’t know what it was about her that left him feeling like himself. While he was with Lacey, he didn’t have to hurt or to try to be someone different. With her, he could be himself.

Lacey lifted the shirt revealing more of the ink that covered her body. She climbed off the bed revealing her back where he saw two angel wings on either side. The ink didn’t disgust him or make him feel less about her. This was how she handled her scars.

Closing the small distance between them, he gripped her waist, drawing her back against him. The length of his cock pressed against her butt.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. Do you even know what you’re doing to me?” He slid his hands around to her stomach, rubbing his pelvis against her ass. She released a groan. “You’re the first woman I’ve been with since I was taken by Alan.”

She turned her head to look toward him. “That can’t be true.”

“It’s true. I’ve not wanted any other woman but you. You’re the first woman I’ve ever been hard for. I want you, Lacey, only you.” He cupped her cheek, drawing her closer. The angle was odd, but he wanted those lips and he intended to have them.

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