I rub my big hands on every inch of her in an attempt to warm her back up. She moans in appreciation, burrowing her face against my jacket. Once she seems more relaxed and is no longer shaking, I settle. My gaze drifts to the front of the tree line where Ford stands watching the road while Seb and Zac are locked in conversation.
With her hair right under my nose, I quickly grow intoxicated by her scent. The urge to touch her everywhere is intense. It’s always so fucking difficult to stay away from Clove Sterling. Hard as hell to remain professional when all I want to do is rip her clothes off with my teeth and fuck her senseless.
Possessiveness washes over me. I know I’m not the only one who salivates over our sweet girl. Seb practically growls like a goddamn caveman when she’s near. Ford blatantly checks out her tits and ass, all the while shamelessly flirting with her. And Zac, despite acting like he’s the professional of the bunch, eyefucks her so hard I nearly get pregnant just from watching.
It’s a problem.
Four men, hard as fuck all the time over one woman.
A woman none of us can have.
Fuck, being responsible sucks sometimes.
I can tell the moment she wakes because her breathing is slightly off. I wait for her to slide out of my lap or speak, but she remains still. My greedy hands rub her as though she’s still cold, lingering on her ass. Without thought, I kiss the top of her head.
Fuck.
The side door opens and I jerk my head to meet the agitated glare of Ford. I shoot him a You snooze, you fucking lose smirk that has him hopping in the front seat. Zac joins him up front, leaving me to deal with Seb.
“That’s not safe,” he hisses.
“She’s always safe with me,” I grind out.
Again, I wait for her to move, but she pretends to sleep. Good girl. I’ll keep you safe and warm.
“We’re killing time,” I mutter and nod at the back.
Seb glowers at me before he climbs in behind us. The back lights up as he looks shit up on his phone. Zac and Ford carry on a low conversation as we take off. My heart thunders in its cage at being allowed this stolen moment with her.
And she’s awake.
I rub the outside of her thigh softly over her skirt. When I reach the hem and my fingertips dance over her bare flesh, she quivers. This time, it’s not the cold making her body tremble. It’s my touch. I’m all man and I know what a woman likes and needs. I skim my fingers along her bare thigh all the way to her knee before running them up again. Her breath hitches when I flatten my palm and push it beneath her skirt.
Slow down, Leo. You’re going to get your ass kicked.
I start to pull my hand away, but her small hand gently grips my wrist as though to say, Don’t stop.
Her grip tightens as she guides my palm back up her thigh. That’s all the permission I need. I caress her flesh and try to tame my own breathing while also trying to ignore the way my dick is hard as fucking stone against her. There’s no doubt she feels every inch of the granite I’m packing. My fingers slide all the way up until I feel the edge of her panties. She gasps lowly, only loud enough for me to hear, and her legs widen to allow me access. Fuck. This is so wrong on so many levels, but I can’t stop myself. Her pussy is right there for the taking. She wants me to take it.
I need to retreat. To back the fuck away. To not do what I want to do.
Yet, I can’t.
I move my hand and run my knuckle along her panties. I become fixated on the small wet spot. The more I rub against it, the wetter it gets. Her breathing is heavy, but she’s stifling her sounds, as though she doesn’t want to get caught either.
Partners in crime.
I can live with that.
Kissing her on top of the head, I let her know I’m with her 100 percent. My fingers continue to rub her more firmly, fixating on the nub beneath the fabric that seems to pulse with need. If we were alone, I would rip her panties off and suck on her greedy clit until she screamed my name like a motherfucking prayer.
A gasp.
Loud enough that I wonder if anyone heard it.
Seb’s phone rings and he starts talking in hushed tones to one of the guys from Advanced Security. I take the opportunity while he’s distracted and the guys up front are talking.
“Open up more, sweetness,” I whisper, urging her thighs to move wider apart.
She lets it fall to the side, opening up to me. Her panties are soaked. I push them aside and tease her dripping slit with the tip of my finger. When I ease it into her tight hole, she suppresses a whine that I mostly feel rather than hear.