Fuck.
Fuck.
I’m fingering Clove, our client.
Nah, fuck that.
She’s always been more than just that and I don’t want to stop. I can’t stop. The guys would have to kill me before I’d let go of her willingly at this point. Slowly, I fuck her with my finger while rubbing at her clit with my thumb. She’s doing a damn fine job of keeping still despite all the small twitches and breathing hitches indicating her enjoyment. I can tell the moment she comes because her body clenches tightly around my finger and she sucks in a loud breath of air. Her body trembles and I feel fucking satisfied as hell to have just gotten her off. If these bastards weren’t in here, I’d have her panties off and riding my dick.
But we’re not alone.
Goddammit.
“How is she?” Ford asks from up front.
I wiggle my finger inside of her, loving the way she gasps. “Perfect.”
“Are we nearly home?” she croaks out, feigning having just woken up. “I’m hungry.”
“I’m hungry too,” I mutter, my voice husky and dripping with insinuation.
Sliding my finger out, I allow her panties to slide into place and I leave a trail of wetness along her inner thigh. I bring my finger to my nose and inhale her sweet scent. She lifts her head to look up at me. In the dark, her brown eyes flare with wild lust. Slipping the finger into my mouth, I suck her honey off my finger and love the way she licks her lips as if she’s just as hungry.
“About fifty more miles,” Zac assures us. “Relax and try to sleep.”
I sure as fuck won’t be sleeping. Not with this hard-on trying to rip through my slacks.
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
Leo just fingerfucked me and I came so hard I saw stars. Oh my God. This is bad, I think. It has to mean I’m some horrible person if I’d let one of my guys do me dirty with my three other guys in such close proximity.
And yet, I think part of the allure was the fact they were so close. That at any time someone could look over and catch us. I want them to see me. It’s always been my fantasy.
Leo’s hand settles back on my thigh and lust douses me with his touch once more at the memory of me falling outside the outhouse and them all standing over me. I’m perverted. But I don’t think I care. If something can feel that good, it can’t be wrong, right? I want to straddle him and grind against his cock. I want to press my lips to his and kiss him until I’m out of breath.
Jesus, I’m pathetic.
William really did a number on me.
Am I this desperate?
Leo doesn’t seem disturbed or disgusted. In fact, he seems rather pleased. I press my lips to his neck near his ear and whisper, “Thank you.”
He squeezes my thigh hard. “You’re welcome.”
Crunch.
My heart rate slams against my ribcage as I wake up, afraid. My hands grip the sheet beneath me and I stare at the expanding darkness of the small room.
Crunch.
I can hear a stick breaking beyond the thin walls and Seb speaking in growly tones. I then recognize Leo’s voice. Zac’s soft snores can be heard nearby on the sofa. But apart from that, it’s all too quiet. The temperature has dropped even more since I fell asleep in the Tahoe on the drive back. I don’t even remember getting back here.
Cold and quiet.
Man, I miss my room and my house.
And my dad.
Tears threaten, but I blink them back. I’m a grown woman, for Christ’s sake. A solid body beside me burns with heat, warming me up. Ford. I sigh, feeling less afraid. Ford, always intuitive, runs his strong fingers through my hair.
“You okay?”
“Cold,” I whimper. I’m cold and upset.
His palm runs down my spine and settles on my ass, like we’re lovers lying in our bed, not client and guard. I open my mouth to tell him this feels too good, that it’s confusing me and making me want more, but before I can speak, he hauls me across his thighs. “Come here,” he grunts. “Much warmer this way.”
He’s lost his suit jacket and dress shirt since we’ve been here and opts for sweatpants and just a thin T-shirt to sleep in. Unlike me, he had a change of clothes in the Tahoe. I finally picked up some clothes tonight from the store. The thin fabric of the nighty I bought is the only thing that separates us. I cling to his chest with my cheek resting against his collarbone, enjoying the way his heat burrows through me. His palms rub up and down my thighs, reminding me of hours ago in the car with Leo.
Oh, God.
“Ford,” I whisper. “I did something bad.”
“Yeah? What’s that?” His voice is husky and strained.