Damage (Havoc #2) by Stella Rhys

couldn’t help feeling utterly heartbroken.  It hurt to get to know more about Gavin Theroux.  It hurt enough to know that he’d been so brutally murdered, but it hurt even more to know that he had always been that good person everyone knew him as, even as a little kid.  He’d always been exactly what Abram needed.
    “What are you thinking about?”
    Abram’s question stirred me out of my thoughts.  “Nothing.  Just that you were lucky to have such a good friend.  Some people go their entire lives without meeting a Gavin Theroux, let alone having the chance to be his best friend.  His brother, basically.”
    “Yeah, some people have best friends who end up marrying their ex-boyfriends right?”
    “Oh, wow.  Low blow.”  I pretended to be offended but I knew Abram was just trying to lighten the mood.
    “Hear from Evan or Holly at all?”
    “Yes, but hearing from them is different than listening to them.  I’ve ignored all their texts and calls.  Partly because I haven’t had the time to sit and have a minute of peace till this morning, but mostly because eff those two.”
    “Say it.”
    “Fuck those two,” I grinned.  “Though to be fair, Holly’s family took me in similar to the way Gavin’s family took you in.  I used to live at their house for entire summers because my parents didn’t want to take me on vacation with them.  So they saved money on air fare and groceries by dumping me at the McPherson’s.”
    “What’s your best memory of Holly?” Abram asked.
    “Aside from the time she tricked me into watching her make out with my ex at a bar? And then got justice handed to her when you walked in as my ‘boyfriend’?”
    Abram ran his hands up my waist, making me feel so small and delicate with how much of me his palms covered.  His voice was a low rumble as he smirked against my skin.  “You liked that didn’t you?” I wet my lips as he arched my back, trailing kisses along my ribs and licking the underside of my breasts.
    “Uh-huh,” I breathed out.
    “What else did you like from that night?”
    I sucked in my bottom lip as I remembered that night at the bar with Holly.  I had barely known Abram yet, but after Evan had stormed after me into the bathroom and put his hands all over me, he had easily gotten rid of him before pushing me up against the sink.  He had watched me through the mirror, my face contorting as he thrust a hand between my thighs, pleasuring me over my dress.  “I think you know what I liked about that night, Abram.”
    “Remind me.”
    I closed my eyes, feeling his tongue trailing hot warmth over my skin as his free hand slipped under my lap, his middle finger circling my clit.
    “You did that over my dress and you called me ‘good girl’ till I came for you,” I murmured, grinding against his palm.  I felt my wetness slide over him, so turned on by the sheer contrast of our dirty foreplay atop the purity of his white sheets.
    “And then what?” Abram’s voice was hungry, demanding.  He paused his stroking, resting his finger against my tortured, swollen pearl.  “Tell me what happened when we got into the car.”
    I was aroused but half-sheepish.  “I distracted you.”
    “More specifically, you took these out,” Abram kissed my breasts, “lifted your skirt,” he resumed his stroke, “and started touching yourself and making all these ridiculously sexy sounded as you squirmed all over my passenger seat.  Basically getting my dick so fucking hard it impossible for me not to swerve off the road.”  A naughty twist curled his mouth as the mention of his cock had me looking down between us, an involuntary mmm escaping my lips as I laid eyes on his rock of an erection resting tall and proud against his abs.
    “I’m sorry about that.  But I can make it up to you,” I murmured hastily, sliding down on Abram and laying myself on his legs.  I reveled in his surprised grunt as I took him in my mouth and gave a wet push down on his