Page 8 of Are You Gonna Run?
I slide my hand down a little further to feel her slender throat, the other one moving to splay along her stomach and toy with the hem of her fishnets as she meets my gaze with hooded eyes. I’ve got her right where I want her, and it takes everything not to kiss her. “Your heartbeat is faster now, Rowyn.”
Not because of any haunted house or prison. Because of me.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers, rocking up on her toes so my hand dips a little deeper. “Eris...”
Fuck.
Blood rushes down to my favorite body part, and when I press the swell of it against her harder, I know she feels what she’s doing to me too.
To tease, I walk us forward to the next room, letting the adrenaline flow through us as some masked nobody chases us into another secluded space, and when herheavy pants surround me, I can’t hold back anymore. I need to feel if she’s wet for me.
I press her against the wall and pop the button on her shorts, staring down at her hungrily as she frantically looks around. Slender hands curl around my arms as she holds onto me, but the slightest hesitation on my part has her locking eyes with me again.
Yeah, she’s on board with this.
I bet she’s fucking soaked.
When my hand finally slips into her panties, we both moan, her at the sensation of my fingers on her clit, and me at the fact that she’s so wet they slip right past it and nearly dip inside of her. “Damn, beautiful. Does being scared turn you on?” I rub her swollen clit before she can respond, my cock twitching in a demand I ignore.
“Yes, and so do you.” She leans in like she’s about to kiss me, but a group of other customers come around the corner and ruin our moment. Maybe it’s a good thing, because for a moment I was considering shoving these shorts down just so I could stick my cock inside of her to know what it feels like. I wasn’t even goingto fuck her yet, I just want my dick inside of her.
One of the guys chuckles like he knows what we’re doing, and I keep my eyes on him challengingly until he looks away and shuts his mouth. As I watch them go, I pull my hand out and button her bottoms back up even though it pains me, then grip her chin so she can’t look away as I suck them clean.
“Do I taste good, baby?” she asks, smiling slyly as she flicks her tongue out to lick her bottom lip. “You gonna share?”
I don’t hesitate to slip those same fingers into her mouth, watching her closely as she sucks my saliva and what remains of her juices off like a pro. It takes all of my self restraint not to shove her down on her knees and give her something else to taste, but I’m momentarily stunned by the hint of submission I see in her eyes as she sucks my fingers in the middle of a haunted prison. I think I just fell in love. “You taste delicious, Rowyn. I can’t wait to taste you more when we get out of here.” I lean in close and whisper a promise into her ear. “Straight from the source next time.”
I want to kiss her, but I also know I won’t be able to stop there. Not right now.
Plus, I’ve got a better idea to get her heart pumping for me, and this time nothing is going to muffle those screams.
I just hope she’s ready.
Five: The Mausoleum
Unfortunately, this haunted house wasn’t anything like I remember it. I’m not sure if it’s under new management or if I’m just older and less afraid now, but I found myself faking my fear more often than not just to keep Eris close.
But god, was it worth it. I’m still breathless and pumping adrenaline when we leave thanks to him, and the moment we get back to the truck, I’m ready to rip his clothes off and ride him in the bed.
Too bad I’m a lady.
“This was really fun,” I say honestly. “And you were right about the food and the duckpin bowling. Thank you.”
Biting his lip, Eris looks almost nervous as his eyes travel my frame. “You want to go have some more fun?”
I want to go back to my house and fuck his brains out, but I’m too curious what he has in mind. I also feel a little bad that I still haven’t really changed my mind — I’m not interested in dating. But maybe if I give him a good enough date, he’ll let the one night stand thing slide.
“What did you have in mind?”
“You’ll see.”
Putting the car in reverse, he tosses an arm over my seat to turn as he backs out, then presses the gas a little too enthusiastically.
I take the opportunity to glance down at his lap and notice the teasing bulge in his jeans. It’s not a full-on boner to give me a hint of his size, but there’s no mistaking he’s a little excited to be taking me wherever the hell we’re going.
So I guess that means I’m excited, too.
“How far away?”
