by J. Daniels
Mia.
Desire stirs in my blood. I shift again in the seat, tugging at my slacks.
“She doesn’t. I drive. Keeps me distracted from putting my hands on her.”
Or distracted enough. I still have use of one hand.
Luke laughs under his breath. He shoots me a quick glance. “You’re so fucking tense, man. Look at you. How close are you to yanking the wheel right now?”
My brow tightens.
Am I tense?
I’m fucking horny, and I’m anxious to find out if I’m going to be a dad again. Maybe I am being a little short with people lately. I did almost make that woman cry today when I asked her why the fuck she thought it was a good idea to try and cross a bridge with two feet of standing water on it. Then there was Richardson, that dickhead. I was ready to push his ass into traffic after interfering on my time with Mia.
Maybe I need to ease up a bit. Maybe not. All these assholes are probably getting regular, uninterrupted sex, so fuck them.
I flex and relax my fingers around the door handle, willing my restlessness to fade.
“By the way, I owe you and Tessa for agreeing to keep the boys. Anything . . . when the time comes and you need a favor, you got it.”
Luke’s shoulder jerks. “We’re happy to do it. You know we love hanging out with them. It’ll be good for us anyway.”
A nervousness changes his tone. His voice grows tighter.
I stare at his profile. “You two okay?”
Shit. Am I so absorbed in my own depravity that I’m missing the signs of my family’s unhappiness?
Luke cuts me a look. His eyes flickering wider. “What? Oh . . . no. I didn’t mean it like that. Fuck. Sorry.” He shakes his head and resumes looking forward. “We’re great. She’s great. It’s just the whole kid thing. Tessa avoids that topic like the goddamn plague. I can’t get her to talk about it.”
“You want that? Kids?”
“Fuck yeah, I want that. And I thought she wanted it.” He exhales noisily while adjusting his grip on the wheel. “Shit. I think she still does. I don’t know. It’s like she’s scared to talk about it with me. Anytime I bring it up she gets fucking weird. The other day she told me she was running to the store to pick up her birth control, and I said something about maybe not picking it up. You should’ve seen her. She pretended she was getting a phone call and ran out of the house.”
“Subtle,” I laugh. “I can see her acting like that. Think about where she’s coming from.”
His head snaps in my direction. “I am! I get it. I get that. But fucking talk to me, you know?”
Suddenly, I’m no longer the only tense person in the car.
Luke is wearing his emotions right now. I see it shadowing his face. His honesty too. He wants kids with my sister. He wants them more than maybe he’s willing to share. And he’s frustrated because she’s shutting him out and refusing to talk about it.
I can’t say I don’t understand her reaction. I know what losing Luke did to Tessa.
And she had to go through it twice.
“You want her to see you with the boys. See how relaxed you are about it,” I suggest.
He nods once. A muscle in his jaw twitches. “I just keep thinking that maybe having them around will get her talking,” he says, turning the wheel. “It’ll be like practice for us. Our family. I don’t know. Fuck it. Maybe it won’t and she’ll just stay locked in our bedroom over the next two days. If that happens, expect phone calls. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing with your kids.”
I laugh, deep rumbles sounding from my chest.
Luke gives in too and looks at me, grinning, his own tension slipping away.
“You’ll figure it out,” I tell him, fixating my gaze through the windshield again. “Just lock up your guns and keep Nolan away from anything that has the potential to start a fire. Even if you think, nah, there’s no way he’ll figure that out, trust me. He will.”
“Shit,” he says quietly. “He’s not gonna try and shove Chase in the oven or something, is he?”
I meet Luke’s anxious eyes, keeping my gaze cautious.
Nolan would never do that, but picturing my best friend sleeping on the floor in his kitchen and guarding the appliances is too tempting of an image not to build on.
“They sell all that baby-proofing shit at Target, right?” he asks, cutting his eyes away.
I keep my smile from my reaching my voice. “That’s where I bought it.”
He rubs at his jaw. I swear I hear him mumble something about cutting the power to his house and making everyone camp outside.
He’ll be a great dad.
My thoughts fade to Mia again as the rainy drive continues.
Her full lips. The sun-kissed tone of her skin. The way her breasts jerk and sway when she’s bent over and I’m filling her from behind.
I pinch my eyes shut.
Jesus fuck. I need to get laid.
The terrain beneath the car suddenly becomes rougher. I jostle a little in my seat, breaking out of my Mia haze and taking notice of my surroundings.
Luke has turned us onto a narrow access road on the outside of town. It’s remote, unnoticed by those who aren’t looking for it. We’ve been called back here before for abandoned vehicles being dumped.
Thick trees line the path. The loose gravel pops beneath the tires.
I straighten my back. “What the fuck? Are we having a picnic? What are we doing here?”
This asshole has been bugging me all day about going out to grab something to eat, and he brings us here? We’re at least ten miles away from any place serving food.
“Man, what the hell?”
Luke ignores me and pulls over when the road widens. He shifts the car into park and turns to look at me. “You are so fucking hard-headed, you know that? You’ve been a complete pain in my ass with this and I’m only trying to help.”
I stare at him. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
He exits the car without answering me, running through the rain across the small clearing and toward a red Jeep parked between two trees.
Mia’s red Jeep.
Energy sizzles up my spine.
Is Mia here with the boys? What the hell is this?
I shove my door open and get out of the car.
The rain soaks my hair and drips onto my face. I wipe it from my eyes, watching Mia toss something at Luke as they pass each other.
Her keys, maybe?
She smiles, securing her coat together with her hand against her chest and sprinting in my direction, her long legs shifting fast beneath her.
“Where are the boys?” I yell, squinting through the rain.
“With Tessa!” She shields her face with a hand to her brow. “Ben, get in the car!”
The Jeep peels off, kicking water up behind it.
I look at Mia, then at the car. The back seat.
Fuck yeah.
I climb into the back seconds before she pulls the other door open and slides her body along the soft leather beside me.
The doors latch shut.
“Oh, my God. This rain is crazy,” she giggles, wiping at her face and gathering her drenched hair over one shoulder.
She looks up at me, smiling. Water beads on her lashes.
“Hey.”
“Hey.” My breath rushes out of my lungs as I gaze at her.
She looks beautiful, wet and a little breathless from her run. Her dark eyes glowing with anticipation and her pink tongue moistening her lips. I move my knuckles over her flushed cheek and pluck the collar of her rain coat. It opens at her neck, revealing bare skin. A soft laugh erupts from her throat.
“Baby,” I rasp. My cock jumps against my zipper.
“Surprise.”
She slides the heavy coat off her shoulders and down her arms. It falls to the seat beneath us. Black lace and satin cling to her curves, the heavy swell of her breasts press against the fabric.
The outfit from yesterday. This is her surpris
e. Sex. Uninterrupted fucking in the back of my squad car, with her looking like the embodiment of every fantasy I could ever conjure up.
Christ, I’m the luckiest man alive.
I grip her waist as she straddles me.
“Goddamn, Mia.”
“Did you guess?” She kisses my jaw and moves her lips to my cheek. “I hear you were being very difficult this afternoon. Poor Luke.”
I watch her hands dip between us and tug at my belt.
“Actually,” I begin, rubbing her sides. “I thought you were going to tell me you were pregnant.”
She stills. Her head lifts and these big brown eyes grip me.
“Oh.”
“That’s the only thing I could think of. I ruled out anything dealing with sex because of the boys.” I smile and tug her closer. Her startled breath bathes my face. “Didn’t realize my wife was so fucking filthy. This is kind of illegal, you know? You been planning this for awhile?”
Illegal. Like I give a flying fuck about laws right now.
If Mia told me the only way to get to her pussy was if I robbed a bank, I wouldn’t even bother going to the next town over. I’d clean out Ruxton and deliver that bag of money in one hand and my dick in the other.
She shakes her head, shyly avoiding my eyes. “Since yesterday.” Her hand flattens against my chest and she pushes back, pressing me against the seat, putting space between us again so she can work at my slacks. “This is my fantasy.”
“Is it?”
She nods, keeping her attention lowered.
“Just like this. When I finger myself this is usually what I’m thinking about.”
My chest heaves.
Jesus Christ.
The scratch of my zipper sounds, then her warm hand is wrapping around my shaft and pulling me free. She pumps my erection, squeezing in slow, leisurely jerks.
I grit my teeth. My thighs tense beneath her.
“God, Mia. How do you want this? What happens in this fantasy, Angel? Tell me.”
I’m hoping this involves me restraining her in some way. The use of my cuffs. We’ve played like that before and every time Mia is perfect in her submission. Trusting, willing to take what I give her and so fucking wet I can put my mouth on her pussy and drink from it. But sweet holy fuck, I’m so turned on right now I might agree to anything. If she wants to run this, to take her pleasure from me and use my body to get off, so be it.
I’m hers.
“You’re just like this,” she whispers. “Fully clothed with your cock out. I ride you until we both come.”
She inches closer and positions me between her legs.
No panties.
I groan when I feel the soft, plump skin against my shaft.
“Baby.”
“You’re so hard,” she moans. “God, Ben. Always. I always want this. Do you know? I think about touching you and being with you like this all the time. It’s constant. I . . . think there’s something wrong with me.”
She bends and kisses me, dragging her teeth across my lip, dipping her tongue into my mouth as she slowly lowers herself onto my cock.
Lower.
Lower.
Fuck. Let me die here.
Pleasure ripples through her body. Through mine. That moment of our joining gripping me low in my belly, sending slivers of warmth up my spine and prickling in my scalp.
I brush her wet hair back away from her face and watch her move up and down on my dick, stretching herself wider and wider. Her desire coating my length and trickling over my balls.
“Nothing wrong with you, Angel. I’m the same way.” I thrust my hips a little and she gasps. Her head rolls to the side. “I ache for you. Want you so bad I can’t fucking breathe.”
“Will it always be like this?”
Like this—wild and vital. More than a necessity to me.
I grab her face and kiss her hard, sucking a little on her tongue. “What do you think?”
She nods, whimpering a quiet “yes” into my mouth, then leaning back to gaze at me and tugging the ends of my hair. “I ache for you too.”
My response, a hoarse “good” gets caught in my throat as I watch Mia subtly rock her hips, her hands moving to my shoulders and seeking anchor there.
She alternates between grinding in my lap and bending forward so she can bounce on my dick, pressing her lips to my ear and whispering my name, telling me to fuck her.
I squeeze her ass and slam her down on my thighs.
Her moans grow louder, echoing against the glass.
“God, listen to you. Hear how wet you are?”
She whimpers, arching her back. “I need this.”
“Take it. Christ, take everything, Mia.”
Her wide, unsure eyes focus on mine. She blinks.
“Take it,” I say again. I move my hands to her hips, holding them gently, dropping my head against the seat and giving her my body to use.
“Come on, baby. Ride my dick.”
She smiles a little, biting at her lip, her dark hair concealing half of her face.
I watch in amazement, in pure lust-driven wonder as Mia moves in my lap, pumping her hips and circling them, reaching back to hold onto my legs as she slides up and down my thick shaft.
Rain taps steadily against the windows, the light slipping into the car moving over Mia’s body and shadowing in the slope of her neck. Sex clings to the air, that unmistakable scent of Mia’s arousal filling my nose and lungs, making my dick swell inside her tight, wet heat, making it near impossible not to lose my fucking mind.
Water drips from the ends of her hair onto her skin. I watch a drop disappear between her breasts. My mouth chases after it, my tongue licking and tasting her cleavage like a man starved for drink.
“Ben,” she moans.
“You’re soaked.” I thumb her nipple through her lingerie. “And the way you’re gripping my cock, trying to milk me . . . Fuck, Mia. You’re making it real hard not to come, baby.”
“Don’t. Not yet. There’s something else that happens in my fantasy,” she says, sounding urgent, reaching to my hip and tugging my cuffs out of the case attached to my belt. She holds them between us, letting them dangle from her finger. “Put them on me?”
I growl, fighting the urge to climax at the sound of her request, plucking the cuffs off her finger and gathering her arms behind her back.
She inhales sharply.
I bite and suck on her neck, securing the metal to her wrists at the same time as asking, “Like this?” and then it’s me taking her, grabbing her hips and holding her still while I thrust away from the seat, while I pound into my woman and give her every fucking inch of my cock.
“Oh, God,” she cries. “My breasts. Please.”
“Fuck,” I groan. Sweat beads on my brow. “You want my mouth?”
She doesn’t answer, or she does and I can’t hear her over the blood rushing in my veins and the heavy pounding of my heart.
I slide my hand underneath her lingerie and lift one breast, then the other. They bob free, so fucking heavy, swaying a little as I continue to fuck her.
I stare, mesmerized.
“Jesus. Your tits, baby. So fucking gorgeous.”
I lean forward and capture one in my mouth. Her nipple pebbles against my tongue as I suck until my cheeks hollow, until she squirms and pants in my arms, begging me to bite her and mark her skin, to suck on the other one and pinch her nipple.
“Harder,” she pleads. “More.”
I lick between her breasts and the hollow dip in her throat. I suck on her jaw, her lip.
She looks at me, panting, “I need you, Ben. So much.”
I nod, telling her with my eyes and my hands and my lips pressing against her skin that she’s not alone, that everything she feels I feel. That it’s more for me.
That no one has ever loved like this.
I hold her cheek, grinding my jaw as I thrust and thrust up into her, my hips jerking in quick movements and my balls slapping against her swollen c
unt.
She drops her head back. Her body jumps in my arms, and that familiar wet tightening around my cock gets me with her in seconds.
“Ben . . . oh, shit. Oh, shit. I’m gonna come.”
“Mia,” I groan, squeezing her waist, my stomach clenching and my legs burning as I chase after her, needing this release.
So fucking close. Right there . . .
Something sharp taps twice on the window, startling us both.
My orgasm pulls out of reach and dissipates into nothing.
Rage flashes through me. Sharp and painful in my veins. “WHAT THE FUCK?” I yell, glaring at the dark figure standing outside the car.
The glass is fogged all around us. I can’t make them out.
Doesn’t matter. Whoever it is, they’re fucking dead.
Mia slumps against my chest and continues pulsing on my cock, taking her pleasure, whimpering against my neck as her body spasms in tight jerks.
“Oh, my God,” she whispers.
“Kelly?” a voice calls out.
I snatch her coat off of the seat and wrap it around her, pulling her closer. “Motherfucker,” I hiss, recognizing the voice of the man I’m about to bury. “Tully, what the fuck are you doing here?”
I watch his figure move a little. “Sorry, man. I was out here the other day. Just checking to see if the trailer that was parked back here got picked up or not. Is Evans with you?”
What the fuck did he just say?
“Do you think Evans is with me, you piece of shit? Get the fuck out of here!”
Mia laughs against my neck.
I tilt my head down. “This isn’t funny, Angel.”
“It kind of is,” she says quietly.
“What’s up, Mia?”
“Tully!”
He steps away from the window. “All right! I was just saying hi. Jesus Christ. Ease up, Kelly. It’s not like I saw anything.”
I grit my teeth.
“I heard a little.”
“I’m going to kill him,” I growl, turning my head. “He’s dead. You’re fucking dead, you hear me?”
“Leaving now!” he calls out. “See you later, Mia!”
A door closes, then the unmistakable sound of a car driving over gravel signals his exit.
Now that no one’s distracting me, getting off on my cock and moaning in my ear, I have no trouble hearing shit going on outside around us. It’s as clear as fucking day.