Page 89 of Serpentine

“Now, push them in a little further, that’s it, baby…” He’s stroking in time with me, and it’s making me hotter and hotter the more I watch him through heavy lids.

“Now rub your g-spot for me. That’s a girl. Feel that? Does it feel good?” His questions are a fog under the feel of the pressure building in my pussy, but I nod anyway.

“You look so beautiful, Aella. Fuck, I wish I was the one touching you.”

“Tell me what you’d do!” I beg.

His voice gets closer to the phone as he sits forward. “I’d slide my cock into that beautiful cunt, stretching you as you scream for me. I’d sink my teeth into your neck as I fuck you deep and slow, the top of me brushing over your clit. I’d listen to the feral noises you make for me as I wait for you to come for me so that I can fill you full of cum.”

I break, screaming as I orgasm hard and fast. Liquid squirts into my hand, and I gasp. My eyes fly open, and I look down.

Brax grunts, watching me as I know he’s coming all over the floor. “Fuck, Bambi. You squirted for me? What a good fucking girl.”

My breathing is ragged as I grab a napkin to clean my hand off. “That was intense, but damn, I needed it.”

Suddenly, Miles comes into the frame, leaning over the back of Braxton’s chair. “We all did.”

“How long were you there?” I squeak, and he laughs.

“The entire time, baby,” Miles answers.

I shake my head at them. “Fiends.”

“You need to finish your dinner and get to bed, Aella,” Brax orders, and Miles gives him a stern look from behind.

“Thank you, is what he means to say. For doing this for us. Going undercover, I mean…” He smirks, and I can’t help but laugh.

“It’s the least I can do. But I am going to have to get showered and go to bed. Goodnight, boys,” I say with a smile.

They both grin before cutting the call.

I sit there momentarily, reveling in the calmness that’s washed over my body.

Until a knock sounds at the door.

I wait a moment, hoping they have the wrong apartment. But another knock sounds.

“Aella, open up, it’s me! Carter!”

My heart races all over again. I grab the burner and text Kylo before I shove into my clothes and decide whether to open the door.

What the fuck does he want?

TWENTY-SEVEN

BRAXTON

“He said what, again?” I ask. It’s clear she’s bothered by Carter’s visit, and it honestly makes my stomach giddy at the idea she has no lingering feelings for the man.

“He said he was sorry and wanted to make everything that happened up to me. I’m not a fool, Brax. He wants back into my dad’s good graces. The media has skewered him lately. Especially since someone leaked the affair to the tabloids. I don’t doubt for a second it wasn’t Dad who did it.”

I mull over all she’s said as my fingers skitter across the keys of my keypad. We’d gone from hearing her moan in pleasure to her calling right back after Kylo removed Carter from her doorway.

Good thing he’d given her his number. “Well, from now on, you’ll only have members you have contact with. He got past Kylo somehow. I don’t like that, Aella. Fuck, I just want you to come home.”

“I know. I want to come home. I can be undercover, still, right?” Her voice is pleading but full of exhaustion. I feel guilty that she’s going through so much for us on top of all she already has going on in her personal life.

Part of me wants to find Carter and make him disappear, but then again, we don’t do that. We kill with purpose, not for our ends. Unfortunately.