by Jessie Evans
“You’re not taking the bus,” she says. “I’ll take you home.”
“Pull over,” I insist. “The longer I stay in the car, the better the chances of you getting caught with stolen goods in your possession.”
“So you’d rather have the stolen goods in your possession?” she asks, shooting me a narrow look. “You do plan on dropping off my share, right?”
“I plan on dropping off every penny,” I say. “Now pull over.”
“I’m not an idiot, Gabe.” She slows, pulling to the side of the road beneath two ancient oak trees leaning over the street and cutting the lights before she turns to me. “People screw other people over. It’s the way the world works. My mother took our grocery money with her when she left, and my sister took my car and left me with a kid to raise. You can’t trust family with money, let alone some guy you barely know.”
She straightens, lifting her chin and doing her best to look down her nose at me. “So I’d like my cut of the money now. Forty percent.”
“You’ll get one hundred percent, once I make sure the money is untraceable,” I say, making no move to hand over the cash, needing her to know I’m not the type who follows orders. From anyone. Even girls I like as much as I’m coming to like her. “I have enough money to buy and sell your entire family. Twice. Money doesn’t interest me, or have anything to do with what I want from you.”
Her glare intensifies but I can see curiosity spark in her eyes. “So what do you want from me? Everybody wants something”
“I want to get naked with you,” I say, capturing a strand of her silky hair and twining it around my finger. “I want to taste your mouth and your skin and those inches between your legs you were grinding against me tonight. I want to hear you call my name when you come, and I want to see if you come the way you dance.”
Even in the dim light I can see her throat work as she swallows. “I’m not a whore.”
“I’m not asking you to be.” I lean closer, tugging on my captive strand of hair, reeling her in. “We’ll fuck because we enjoy it. Just like we enjoyed robbing that store tonight.”
“I didn’t enjoy it,” she says softly, so close I can feel the air stir against my lips as she speaks. “I was scared to death.”
“Liar,” I whisper. “I bet you haven’t felt that alive in years.”
“You’re crazy,” she says, breath coming faster as the tip of my nose brushes hers.
“I bet your skin is still tingling all over.”
She makes a non-committal sound that becomes a sexy little sigh as I press a kiss to her cheek.
“And I bet if I slid my hand inside your panties they’d be wet,” I whisper, biting back a groan as she squirms in her seat, thighs squeezing together before spreading in a silent invitation. “What do you think? Should I check?”
“Fuck you,” she says.
I decide to take that as a yes.
I seal my lips over hers, moaning as I taste her for the first time and find her even more delicious than I expected. She tastes like rain and salt and the first bite of a peach, so sweet I’m suddenly starving for more of her, all of her.
I claim her mouth with deep strokes of my tongue, things low in my body twisting as she responds with hungry swirls of her own, pushing closer, deeper, until our teeth grind together through our lips and my cock strains the fly of my jeans and the need to see if she’s as fucking turned on as I am grows too strong to resist.
I reach for the close of her jeans, ripping the button free with a sharp jerk that draws a surprised sound from the back of Caitlin’s throat. But the moment my hand slides down the front of her panties, the sound becomes a hiss of breath and then a sigh as my fingers tease through her slick folds.
Damn, she’s wet, as wet as I’d hoped she’d be. Wet and hot and silky soft, and there is nothing I want more in the world than to be inside her, to feel my cock gliding in and out of all that sweet heat. I want to fuck her until the world melts, until we both fall apart and come back together in each other’s arms, and I want to stay in her arms after the fucking is over, if only to prove to her that some people do stick around.
At least for a little while.
“Stop,” she mumbles against my lips, so I do, stilling with my middle finger up to the knuckle in her pussy.
“Please,” she says, breath still coming faster. “Please, stop.”
“I have stopped. I’ll stop anytime you tell me to,” I say, kissing her with the words, sealing the promise with a sweep of my tongue across her upper lip.
“I meant…this.” She brings trembling hands to my arm and wraps her fingers around my wrist. But she doesn’t pull me away, and her body lets out another delicious rush of heat, a rush that dampens my finger and makes my cock so hard it threatens to burst through denim to get to the girl sitting next to me.
“Are you sure you want me to stop?” I kiss my way down her throat, pulling my finger out until only the tip remains inside her. “Or are you just afraid of how far you want me to go?” I drive back inside, using two fingers this time, drawing a groan from Caitlin’s throat that is raw and hungry and sexy as hell.
“And go and go,” I whisper against her neck, picking up the pace of my thrusts. “And keep going until you beg me not to stop?”
Her breath catches as I add a third finger, stretching her slick channel as I rub the heel of my hand against the top of her, rubbing her clit in increasingly firm circles, waiting until she’s clinging to my arms with tight fingers and burying her face in my shoulder before I bring my lips to her ear and whisper, “Beg me, Caitlin. Tell me not to stop.”
“Don’t stop,” she pants, a quiver in her voice that betrays how close she is to the edge.
I push harder, deeper, making sure she’s seconds from shattering when I still my hand and say—
“Beg me.”
“God, Gabe,” she sobs, her fingers digging into my biceps hard enough to make me wince. “Please.”
“More begging,” I say, smiling against her skin before I kiss her cheek, her throat, the delicious curve where her neck becomes her shoulder and the smell of her is the strongest. “Beg me like you mean it.”
“Fuck you,” she growls even as she squirms against my hand, struggling to bring her clit back into contact with my hand.
“If that’s what you want,” I say. “If you’re too proud to beg, then feel free to come on over and you can ride me until—”
She fists her hands in my shirt, shoving me away for a heartbeat before pulling me in for a bruising kiss. A kiss that steals my focus and threatens to erode my control. After a minute, it’s all I can do to keep my hand still inside her, but after several long, breathless minutes with nothing but the sound of our lips and teeth and tongue wrestling in the dark, my patience is rewarded.
“Please touch me,” she begs when we come up for air. “Please touch me and keep touching me, please make me come because I want your hand moving inside me so much it’s terrifying.” She pulls in a breath and lets it out with a sob. “Crazy terrifying, but I want it. I want it so bad.”
“Don’t be afraid.” I resume my thrusts in and out of her adorable pussy, a pussy I’m tempted to christen my favorite without even having tasted it—a first for me. “You can trust me. I would never hurt you. I just want to make you feel good.”
“This is so much better than good,” she says, words ending in a gasp as I begin to circle my hand, grinding my palm into her clit seconds before my fingers thrust inside her, circling again and again, until she throws back her head, arches her spine, and comes with a cry that is wild and sweet and so perfect I wish I could add it to my favorite playlist and listen to it on endless repeat.
It is perfect, she is perfect, so perfect I don’t even notice the police sirens until the patrol car goes rushing past, wailing like a hungry baby.
“Shit,” Caitlin says, laughing as she tugs at my wrist. “The police just drove by!”
“The key words being ‘drove by.’” I tease m
y fingers in and out of her one last time before reluctantly giving in to her tugging, and withdrawing my hand from her drenched panties. “They probably didn’t even see the car. The shadows are dark.”
“What if they had seen us?” Caitlin asks, a challenge in her voice. “What would you have done?”
“Pretended to hold you hostage,” I say, hooking my arm around her neck and pulling her close. “Convinced them you were an unwilling victim before turning myself in.”
She narrows her eyes. “You’re full of it.”
“I’m not,” I say, before I grin. “At least not about that.”
She opens her mouth to say something, but I kiss her before the words can form.
I kiss her with all my hunger for more of her, kiss her with a thoroughness that promises this is a beginning, not an end. I kiss her with the truth of how much I want her, how much she fascinates me, at the front of my mind, hoping that truth will be enough to make up for the lies I’ve told.
The lies I’ll continue to tell, until the day I tell her goodbye.
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More sexy, contemporary romances by Jessie Evans:
Always a Bridesmaid Series
BETTING ON YOU (Always a Bridesmaid Book One)
KEEPING YOU (Always a Bridesmaid Book Two)
WILD FOR YOU (Always a Bridesmaid Book Three)
CATCHING YOU (Always a Bridesmaid Four-Short Story)
TAKING YOU (Always a Bridesmaid Five-Novella/Short Novel)
Fire and Icing Series
MELT WITH YOU (Fire and Icing Book One)
HOT FOR YOU (Fire and Icing Book Two)
SWEET TO YOU (Fire and Icing Book Three)
PERFECT FOR YOU (Fire and Icing Book Four-Short Story)
SAVING YOU (Fire and Icing Book Five-Novella/Short Novel)
Wild Rush (New Adult) Series
ONE WILD NIGHT (Wild Rush Prequel)
THIS WICKED RUSH (Wild Rush Book One)
ONE PERFECT LOVE (Wild Rush Book Two)
Cupid Island Novellas (Short Novels)
AUDITIONING YOU (Cupid Island Christmas)
DARING YOU (Cupid Island Weddings)
This Wicked Rush
(Wild Rush Book One)
By Jessie Evans
(Available April 2014)
Caitlin
As I maneuver the ancient family van through downtown Giffney, the thought of pulling another job with Gabe dangles in my thoughts like forbidden fruit, so sweet and juicy I don’t see how I’m going to resist taking a bite. I’m hungry for it, starving, so ready for a taste of that easier life it promises I can practically feel it exploding on my tongue.
And then I see him, Gorgeous Gabe, leaning against the weathered bricks of Harry’s Diner, looking so damned good in wrinkled black jeans and a whisper-thin gray tee shirt it should be illegal, with his full lips drawn into a grin that promises the best kind of trouble, and something breaks inside me.
Inside, I’m already falling, tumbling into the waiting arms of temptation with a sigh of pleasure, standing on tiptoe to claim his lips and taste his wicked taste and tell him how much I’ve missed the way his eyes light up when he’s thinking naughty things about me.
My outsides, however, are a different story.
On the outside, I am calm, cool, collected, and not the least bit interested in what Gabe has to offer. As long as I can hold that facade together, I’ll be all right.
“Keep telling yourself that,” I mutter as I slam the door to the van shut behind me and start across the street.
Gabe’s eyes drift up and down, taking in my uniform with obvious amusement. “Nice dress.”
“What do you want?” I ask in a flat tone, crossing my arms beneath my breasts only to uncross them a second later when I remember how low cut the stupid ruffled collar is. “I only have a second, or I’ll be late for work.”
Gabe’s smile doesn’t falter. “I’ve missed you, too, sweetheart.”
“I’m not your sweetheart,” I say, but I can feel the blush spreading across my cheeks.
A part of me would like to be his sweetheart, to be Gabe’s girl, and, more importantly, his partner in crime.
“But you could be. I’d buy it.” He pushes away from the wall, closing the distance between us, not stopping until he’s so close I can smell his soap and trouble smell, the one that makes my mouth water and my skin feel too small. “What do you say? Up for another job? This one needs a feminine touch.”
I shake my head as I back away, my pulse leaping at my throat. “No,” I say, even as my heart screams yes and my fingertips begin to tingle, remembering the rush of plucking a thousand dollars in jewelry from the pawnshop’s glass case.
“You don’t mean that.” He falls in beside me as I start toward the diner’s front door. “Come on, Caitlin. Come play with me.”
Play. That’s all this is to him, some stupid game to help pass the time this summer while he’s home from college and working part time at his dad’s law firm. Gabe’s dad is a successful lawyer, his mom is a high-priced interior decorator, and his grandmother is descended from the town founders, and richer than god. Gabe told me he could buy and sell my entire family at least twice, and I believe him. He isn’t desperate the way I am; he’s simply bored.
I can’t remember the last time I was bored. I’m too exhausted and overworked and stressed out to be bored. Boredom sounds like fucking heaven to me, and the fact that the boy breezing into the coffee shop beside me doesn’t realize how lucky he is to have the luxury of boredom pisses me off, and gives me the strength to turn to him and say—
“I’m not your toy, and I don’t have time to play.” I lower my voice, not wanting my boss, Harry’s, wife, Gretchen, to hear me sassing a customer. “So leave. Now. And don’t bother me at work again.”
I spin on my heel and flee through the long, narrow aisle of the restaurant, shoving through the swinging doors leading to the kitchen and the tiny staff break room without a backwards glance. But I can feel Gabe watching me, the weight of his gaze making me feel heavier and lighter at the same time, making my blood rush and my stomach drop and my traitorous feet want to reverse course and rush back to his side.
I’m not finished with Gabe; deep down, I know that.
But sometimes success is simply a matter of putting off disaster for one moment and then another and another, keeping the balls in the air for as long as possible before they all come crashing down.
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