Pit: The A**hole Club Series by Saffire Blue (summer books txt) 📕

I go to place the bottle back down when screaming fills the air. I’d know that voice anywhere. Without a second thought I get my Glock from the table by the bed and rush from the room.

“Mayven,” I shout as I bang on her door. “Mayven.”

Just as I’m about to kick the door in, she tears it open and jumps in my arms. Her entire body shakes as she wraps her legs around my waist tightly. I hold one hand to the back of her head as she buries her face into my neck.

Her tears are soaking my skin. Moving into the room, I hold my gun out looking for the threat. Finding no one, I coax her to quiet her cries so I can find out what the heck is going on.

“Shh, baby. What happened?”

She slides from my waist and scurries behind me. I try to turn to face her, but she moves as I move, peeking around me toward the bedroom area. I’m growing frustrated.

I cock my gun and storm into her bedroom to get my own answers. Still, I find nothing as I look around. Her phone is on the floor between the nightstand and the bed.

“Did you get it?” she whispers as she stands outside the bedroom door bouncing from foot to foot.

I look at her in confusion. “Get what?”

“The spider,” she breathes and wrings her hands.

If she weren’t trembling so hard, I would laugh. I vaguely remember Kelex once killing a spider and joking about it being a good thing Skittles wasn’t around. I thought nothing of it at the time.

“You were screaming because of a spider?” I ask in disbelief.

Mayven Skittles Jennings, the same chick that has beat countless girls and guys down for breathing wrong looks like she’s seen a ghost because of a damn spider. I shake my head and run a hand through my wet hair. I mutter to myself, fix my towel around my waist and start for the door to go back to my room.

When I feel her on my heels, I spin on her. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m not staying in here. I’m coming with you.” She looks at me with wide eyes like I’m the crazy one.

For the first time, I take her in. This is her real hair. Wow, I didn’t think she could be more beautiful. No makeup, no wig, and she’s stunning.

I tap my gun against my thigh. It’s clear she’s freaked out. A part of me wants to tell her it’s her problem. The other part of me wants to hold her until she stops shaking.

She crosses her arms over her middle and shifts from foot to foot again. I suck my teeth and brush past her, going back to the bedroom. I grab her phone off the floor.

When I stand, I see a spider run across the wall. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mumble when I see the little ass thing. It might be the size of a dime.

Moving the phone to the hand with the gun, I then grab the notepad from the nightstand and smash the thing. Muttering and shaking my head, I head back out to the main area. She’s still frozen in the spot where I left her.

“I killed it. You should be fine.”

“No,” she says and shakes her head.

She’s serious with this shit. Sweat lines her upper lip and brow. Her arms are covered in goose bumps. Her toes are curled into the carpet under her feet. Her eyes have this glazed over look that informs me of how real this is.

I nod to myself and hold out her phone. She takes it with a shaky hand. Without another word, I scoop her up and she wraps around me with ease, her face buried in my neck again.

Thank God, in my rush to her room I had sense enough to pull the stop on my door. I push our way in and let the door slam shut behind me. Skittles flinches in my arms at the sound.

“I’ve got you,” I murmur and tighten my hold on her.

I enter the bedroom and round the bed to put my gun down. She’s still in my arms when I sit and scoot back against the headboard. I feel like a bastard when I start to get hard from the heat of her pussy hovering over me.

There are only three major types of brandy. A DWAI will get you a three hundred to five hundred dollar fine.

“When I was kidnapped, the room they kept us in was infested with spiders,” Skittles breathes against my neck, pulling me from thoughts of anything but her sexy ass in my lap. When her words come out, I don’t need any other help for a distraction. The rage that fills me as she continues does it perfectly.

“I tried to be brave, but my cousin, Shawna, she freaked out. Then one bit me. I had an allergic reaction. My mom stormed in just in time. I was in the hospital for a week after it was so bad.

“I’m not afraid of jumping out of planes, gliding off of cliffs, or jumping from a bridge, but I’m terrified of spiders. I’m sorry if I seem crazy to you now,” she says.

“You have always been crazy to me.” I kiss the side of her head and start to rub her back.

“Thanks, Will,” she yawns, and her body relaxes against me.

It doesn’t even faze me that she calls me by my given name. I go to tease her about me seeing her real hair, but her soft breaths of air against my skin tell me she has passed out. I crane my neck so I can look down at her.

I can’t help myself. I brush her full hair out of her face and stare. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Even with her scar on full display. It’s larger than I ever knew, but it doesn’t take away from how perfect