Page 109 of Craving Consequences
My response is to capture the back of her head, drag her in and kiss her. I dip my tongue between her lips like I’m dying to between her legs. My torment threads her fingers through my hair and holds me to her even when I stuff my hand under her top.
“People...” she breathes against my mouth.
I don’t fucking care.
Let them watch. Let them see how perfect she is as I bunch her top up over her breasts.
“Van!”
Ignoring her tortured plea, I yank the lacy cups down, spilling her free to the chill in the cabin. My head drops to the closest nipple and I suck. I palm the other. Pinch the bud. Twist until her head falls back.
“I had a dream about you last night.” I release her nipple and let my hand drop to her shorts. I yank them open and wiggle my fingers inside the V. “Woke up so fucking hard I jerked off in the shower.”
No panties. She’s a dripping mess. My fingers hook inside her.
Her weak protest is cute when she’s pulling her knees wider to accommodate my invasion.
“Pull your shorts down.”
She does, wedging the fabric around her knees.
“All the way. Bare ass and open for business, Everly. We have three hours ahead and you need to pay us for helping you.”
Her jaw drops, but no argument is given as I finger her. As I force her down on my hand, impale her on my fingers.
I push in deeper, getting as far as I can in her used hole. Feeling her and Lachlan smear across my palm.
“That’s it,” I growl into her ear. “Show me if you deserve to cum again.”
She sucks on her bottom lip as she rolls down my hand in hesitant pumps. Her nails bite into my forearm, not pulling meaway, but holding me steady as she uses my hand to get herself off.
Greedy little thing.
God, I love her.
Still, I stop. I keep my hand still buried in place and watch her face as she tries to fathom what I’m up to.
“Why?” she breathes.
“How many times did you cum on my best friend’s cock?” I murmur against her temple.
Her skin warms beneath my lips, and I nearly smile. “I don’t remember. A few.”
I drag my fingers out of her slowly. With intention as I use the soaked digits to part her lips and bare her clit.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?”
I do grin when she shakes her head almost immediately with the endearing defiance of a child being told she’s had too much ice cream. Over her shoulder, I catch Lachlan’s smirk as he turns to put the car into drive.
“How terribly unfortunate for you that you have no say in the matter.” I kiss the tip of her nose, ignore her pouty scowl and tug her top down into place. “Belt.”
I settle back and watch as she grudgingly drags the belt across her lap and sits glowering at the windshield.
“I need my pants,” she grumbles. “We have to make a stop at Holland’s before we head out to grab essentials.”
I don’t stop her when she snatches her shorts off the truck floor and stomps into them. She has to undo her belt and wiggle into them, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep my amusement in check.
None of us speak as we amble up towards Church Ave. Jefferson is up and alive with the flow of small town life. Even with the hammer of rain and the pregnant overcast, umbrellas drift along the streets in an array of colors.
