Knot So Lucky (Destination Love, #1)(62)

“TJ! You’re nuts.”

TJ looks over his shoulder directly at Crew, halting our movement.

“Would you look at that…she screamed my name. Does that mean I get on her roster? Or are you paying me thirty-K?”

Oh shit. My face swings to Crew from where I’m lying, my mouth open like I wanna say, “Ooo, burnnnnn.”

Except who hasn’t frozen is Crew—who is coming right for us.

Holy fuck.

Crew wastes no time hauling me to my feet, his hand squeezing gently around my arm as his giant frame hovers over me, and those ocean-blue eyes meet mine.

“Why am I in trouble?” I grin.

His voice makes me shudder like gravel across my flesh. “What have I told you about flirting with the bench?”

My tongue darts out over my bottom lip because dominant Crew is one of my favorite versions.

“You said not to because you’re the starting lineup,” I whisper.

“Technically,” TJ interjects, leaning in next to me. “I start too.”

Crew’s face snaps to his, and I try to hide my smile as Crew barks, “Didn’t you and Nate fuck some random pussy last night? You could have gonorrhea, syphilis, herpes, fucking crabs—”

My eyes are saucers as Crew looks at me. “Do you want any of those things?”

A laugh tears from me before I shove it back down because, oh fuck, he’s serious. And I get the distinct impression now is not the time to mention the various routes of safe sex. So I shake my head because, damn, TJ’s in so much trouble for that comment.

Never kick a guy when he’s down sixteen thousand.

TJ chuckles and pats Crew’s arm. “You’re right. Wow, I can’t believe I…or that we—” He motions to Nate, who’s leaning up against the counter, smirking with his arms crossed as he nods before TJ continues. “Yeah, that we didn’t consider that exact thing. Must still be all the liquor in our systems.”

TJ touches my waist, leaning in and kissing my cheek chastely.

“Guess you dodged a bullet.”

I’m smiling, but also what? I feel like I’m missing part of the conversation. Nate and TJ take their leave, but as the door closes, I stare at Crew.

“What is going on?”

He shakes his head, hands on my waist, walking me backward toward the bedroom. So I repeat myself.

“No, dude. What is going on?”

He stops in the doorway before he looks over his shoulder and grabs my hand, dragging me over to the couch and lifting me to stand on it.

He’s doing that thing again, making us eye to eye. Why is that so cute?

Crew cracks his neck. “What’s going on is that I want you.”

My eyes search his because, for the briefest moment, my heart stops. Is he saying what I think he’s saying? But then he continues, and I can breathe again.

“I want you to myself tonight. I think I’m all amped up over that guy taking your pic, and I just—”

“He was taking my picture?” I shriek, but Crew chuckles, pulling out the cracked phone from his pocket and tossing it behind him on the table.

“Problem solved.” He frowns before reaching out and touching my stomach, drawing little squiggles in the oil as he speaks. “I want you all to myself. I wanna fuck you bent over this couch again and eat your pussy until you can’t speak. I want to desecrate that ass. I want my cum in your mouth and yours on my cock.”

His eyes lift back to mine.

“I want your body just for me tonight.”

Well, goddamn. I’m not sure there’s been a time when I’ve been wetter. Guys say, “Let’s fuck.” Crew says, “I want my cum in your mouth and yours on my cock.”

For fuck’s sake, give a masterclass already.

“Done,” I breathe out, hands on his shoulders, already bouncing a little before I throw out my thought, suddenly wanting him to know that I want him to myself too.

Don’t do that, dummy. He’s a vacation, not a permanent destination. But my lips start moving anyway.

“And truthfully, I don’t care if the other night never happens again. TJ and Nate are meant for a good time, not a long time. I don’t even want one boyfriend, let alone two additional complications. You know what I mean?”

Crew smirks, holding my waist tighter as he lifts, and my legs wrap around his waist.

His hands are on my ass as he carries me, so I take the opportunity to kiss along his jawline, laughing each time he has to hoist me up because I’m slippery.

The minute we’re in the bedroom, he chucks me onto the bed and crawls over me, letting one of his legs slip between mine.

“Where do you want to start on that list of yours,” I breathe out huskily.

Crew’s fingers ghost my collarbone, then run down over the fabric of my bikini top before he tugs it open and covers his mouth over my nipple.

I suck in a breath, letting my head rub on the bed as I lift my chin. His tongue runs circles over the pebbled flesh as it grows harder between his lips.

He sucks the tender bud, making me jut my breasts toward him and moan.

“Goddamn, that feels good.”

Crew releases my nipple with a pop, his eyes meeting mine again as his hand travels further south, leaving goose bumps in its wake.

He doesn’t say a thing, just stares into my eyes as he grazes over my stomach, all the way down to my bikini bottoms.