Cruise Control (Watchers Crew) by Ines Johnson

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    “If he don’t treat you right, you come find us.”
    “I don’t hold back on a girl.”
    I couldn’t tell which of them were speaking. They were a dark, blonde blur as the tremors radiated outward. My toes twitched, my palms itched, and butterflies flung themselves inside my belly in a vain attempt to escape.
    “She’s not going anywhere, are you baby? Kira’s my girl. She only comes for me. You wanna show them, baby? You wanna show them how beautiful your orgasms are?”
    I was so wound up I didn’t care who might see. My body clenched so hard. Everything balled up; my toes, my fingers, my eyes closed. But I didn’t release. I couldn’t. Not without his say so. He would say the words soon. I struggled to focus so I wouldn’t miss it when the words left Owl’s mouth.
    “You want it, Kira? You gotta ask for it.”
    “Puh-puh please…”
    “Tell them who it belongs to.”
    “Yours… It’s… Owl.”
    “That’s my girl. Come for me, baby.”
    Owl was barely touching my clit, just the lightest of swipes. But it was enough. The fault line ruptured, splitting a path open from my head to my toes.
    My torso arched off the bed as my pussy clenched around an empty channel. I twisted and turned, like a dishtowel that had been soaking all day and now Owl set at ringing every drop of moisture from it. From me.
    I came, and I came, and then I came some more. Every time I thought it was over another tremor triggered and quaked through me. When every square inch of my body had been rung dry, I collapsed back onto the bed.
    “Fucking hell, Owl.”
    “Yeah man, that’s some fucking voodoo, samurai shit right there.”

Chapter Fourteen

    I must have passed out. I opened my eyes when I felt something cold on my head. Owl pressed a cloth to my temple, gently wiping away all the perspiration that had collected there. He looked down at me, but it wasn’t with the cocky smile he’d given me on that first night. It wasn’t with the smirk he’d given me earlier tonight. It was the same look that Hawk had on his face when Eagle and Crow deposited Ellie back in his lap after they’d put her into a fuck coma.
    There was something about that smile, this smile that pulled at my heartstrings. I tried to stop those ropes from being pulled. Owl didn’t believe in relationships and monogamy, not really. This was just temporary. But I couldn’t stop the strings of my heart from twisting into a knot. My hands were still tied to his bed.
    “Everybody get out,” said Owl. “Show’s over. I’m gonna fuck my girl now.”
    I heard the sound of footsteps and then the door being shut. Owl untied my hands and massaged them.
    “You okay, baby?”
    I had to clear my throat before I could speak. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.”
    “You satisfied?”
    “Now, that I’ve come, I am.”
    He grinned at that, his thumb working the kinks out of my wrist. “Will you let me try something?”
    My eyes widened. “I don’t think I can come again tonight, Owl.”
    “You might not. But I’d like to come.”
    I felt like the selfish, self-centered person he’d accused me of being earlier. I hadn’t thought about his orgasm since the day we met. In fact I couldn’t remember him coming since that day. I sat up and undressed for him.
    Once I was naked in his bed, Owl climbed on top of me. He spread my thighs and settled between them. But he didn’t enter me. Instead, he kissed me. Slowly, deeply, thoroughly. Then he pulled back and brushed kisses over my eyelids, my nose, my ears.
    He scooted down and kissed my breasts. He didn’t flick his tongue like he’d normally do to get my clit throbbing with need. His swipes lingered, like a caress. He ran his hands over my back and abdomen, his touch less a tease and more an embrace. He came back up above me, hovering over my lips.
    “Owl?”
    “Mmm?”
    “This doesn’t feel like fucking.”
    I tasted rather than saw the smile on his lips. He wrapped my