Page 18 of Layne Closure Ahead

Layne returned to her seat, knowing that he was still waiting for her to provide the necessary details he had asked for. She turned in her seat so she could face him as her hands focused on the cold of the beer can between her palms.

“Things are not great, but I’m sure you already knew that. Funds are getting tighter, and it’s getting harder to rely on people to stay in line. The list of people working for us is getting shorter by the day. I can only do so much trying to clean up the messes.” She slowly dragged in a breath as her thoughts jumped to the last mess she had tried to clean up, thanks to Liam running his mouth to one of their oldest clients on the books. Not to mention, the warning she had been given by one of the Russian families.

With another long sip of the slightly hoppy beer, she made an effort to lock all those problems away for another day.

That’s when she noticed that Eric’s gaze had turned into something more serious as he took in the words she had spoken. His hand reached over and eased the can from her grasp and set it off to the side.

“All you have to do is give the word, little harpy, and I will make it all better.” Eric placed his hand on the back of her neck and drew her in closely. “I promise. All you have to do is say ‘yes’. I won’t even ask you to add a ‘please’ with it.”

Now that the main act had shown up, the inside of MSG was only lit up on the bottom floor where the stage itself had come to life and fans were screaming in excitement as the first chord erupted across the speakers. The remaining notes of the song followed but Layne barely noticed over the roar of her resulting self-medication taking hold from behind her eyes and spreading quickly like a violent invasion of her senses.

Not thinking clearly, let alone wanting to think at all, her senses and inhibitions were quickly fading. Instead of committing to one problem of giving him a definitive answer, she committed to another. She latched her mouth onto Eric’s. Taken by surprise, Eric gave a pleased smile into the kiss as Layne made the first move and he was more than happy to embrace the connection with her.

Quickly, he drew her into his lap while his mouth feverishly captured hers and wrangled for dominance. Layne straddled his lap, feeling the growing erection press up against her body.

His arm wrapped around her body, tightly pulling her slender figure up against him while his hips pushed up against her to feel their clothed bodies rubbing against one another.

The more she kissed him, the more her head swam, relying on his hold to keep her in one place. Her lips ran along the line of his jaw as she tried to focus on what she was doing here with him. His cologne filled her nostrils, reminding her of a forest just after the break of dawn, but what it was missing was the scent of sage that she craved the most.

Eric pushed her hips down on him forcefully, eliciting half a moan to be exhaled into his ear which only encouraged him further. His mouth ventured down to the juncture where her neck met her shoulder and his teeth sank into her flesh in a possessive bite intended to leave a red ring behind on her unbroken flesh.

Layne didn’t feel a whole lot on so many levels, especially in that moment. The result was her poor choices leading to exactly what she had been after, an escape from all the stress and pain in her life that had nowhere else to go. Her hands held onto his shoulders for stability, her face pressed into the side of his neck as she succumbed to the high taking over.

He grasped onto her and stood to shift and swap their positions. He placed her back down on the seat in a way where she was on her knees and the front of her body was up against the backrest.

Layne latched her hands onto the top of the back of the seat, using it like a handlebar for support. Eric’s hand slid around to the front of her stomach and down to the waist of her jeans. His fingers pushed the button free, and as he slid his hand directly down the front of her, the loose zipper slid down on its own.

His other hand wrapped itself in the length of her ponytail and tilted her head back enough so he could growl his words into her ear. “I can’t wait to hear how you call my name.”

Her eyes were barely focused; the ceiling looked hazy from this angle. Yet, she didn’t care. She was getting the distraction away from the cruel whispers of her past and current traumas.

Eric’s fingers dove deeper between her skin and the fabric of her thong until they slid against the wetness of her slit. Her mouth parted in a breathy moan. He didn’t make her wait long before two of his thick fingers found her entrance and buried deep inside of her.

“That’s it, baby. You’re going to give yourself over to me.”

A sensation of pleasure mixed with the sedative effects of her impromptu cocktail of pills and beer. Seeking an even further high, her hips moved her body against his hand.

The heel of his hand stroked over her clit every time he thrust his fingers back into her. At first, the rhythm was slow and predictable, but it quickly began to elevate to something more. His touch was claiming her wet pussy and she was encouraging it as a means to her own unraveling.

Her sweet moans grew more intense, though overpowered by the loud music of the band blaring across the speakers throughout the building. Layne’s body shivered from the escalation of pleasure marking the approach of her release. “Mm, I’m gonna… come…”

“Go ahead and come all over my fingers. Show me how much you like it when I make you squirm, my little harpy. And, when you’re done, you’re going to do it again for me until I’m all you can think about.” The tips of his fingers curled and pressed against the spot deep inside of her causing her body to bear down around him as she cried out in release.

The sticky sweet arousal from her body coated his fingers that continued to massage against the sensitive spot they had found, extending the lustful ride she was getting.

The surge of oxytocin gave a brief reprieve from the haziness of her thoughts. As her chest rose and fell due to the breathlessness, she attempted to get up off the seat.

He withdrew the hand from inside of her, only to release her ponytail with his other hand and press down on her shoulder to keep her right where she was. “Not yet, I want to see what else your hot little pussy can take.” Eric brought his fingers to his mouth sucking the taste of her off of each one.

“I need a minute.” Mentally or physically, she wasn’t even sure.

That’s when some prying eyes decided enough was enough, and a strip of light cut into the suite as the velvety privacy curtain slid to the side.

Layne’s eyes tiredly looked at the intruding figure and saw Joey walking into the room. She questioned if she was seeing correctly. Maybe she was dreaming again and things were going to get really hot in here.

He was wearing a white shirt with the black outline of a skull on it underneath a thin black jacket with the sleeves pushed halfway up his forearms, and a pair of slim-fitted deep blue jeans on his muscled legs.

Eric stepped back from Layne as if he hadn’t just been fingerfucking her moments ago. “Private suite, asshole.”

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