Page 29 of Layne Closure Ahead

Joey’s lips broke away from hers. “I told you once before, I always fight for what’s mine. I lied. I will bring the fires of hell earthside if it means keeping you in my arms.” His eyes lit up with an inferno of need for the woman standing before him.

He dropped his hands down to her waist and guided her backward. When she felt the front bumper of his car against the back of her legs, he picked her up and laid her down on the hood. The metal pressed against her bare back was still warm from the engine underneath.

Still craving more of him, she grinned. “Do you really think hellfire is going to keep me here with you?”

His eyes assessed what was laid out in front of him. Joey took one of her feet and ran his hands down the length of her leg slowly. The slit of the dress fell away up until its stopping point a couple of inches above her knee. “I don’t know, Layney, but I’m going to find out.”

Grasping a hem on each side of the slit, he yanked in one forceful motion to tear the fabric further up until it ripped all the way up to her hip.

It took Layne by surprise and she should have been angry about how he just ruined a dress that had cost a small fortune. Yet, all she could think of was how she had wished he had torn it right in two.

With the night air whispering over the freshly exposed skin of her thigh, her black sheath containing her blade was revealed on her upper thigh. Joey immediately took notice and gave a playful smirk. “Look what we have here.”

“A girl has to be prepared for anything. You never know when a man in a mask might show up.” She smirked right back at him.

His hand unsnapped the knife, removing it from its holding place. Expertly, he twirled it in his hand while examining it, the look on his face made it obvious he had more than just thoughts of admiration for her weapon.

Joey dragged the tip of the blade along the inside of her thigh, letting the sharp edge threaten to split her flesh with any wrong turn or too much pressure.

She held her breath as she watched the steel tip hover over her femoral artery before continuing to move further north. Carefully, he hooked the knife underneath the thin garment that was a poor excuse for panties. With one upward motion, her underwear was sliced at the perfect junctures to fall away from her body.

While he licked his lips in anticipation of what was laid out before him, Joey tossed the blade to the side, it clattered as it hit the concrete.

“Joey,” she began to warn, “this—us, can’t?—”

He leaned over, his hands pressed against the hood on either side of her as he slid a hand up over her throat. He gripped it firmly without depriving her of anything as he stared down into her eyes. “I need you to stop thinking so much, Layney.”

She lost her train of thought as his face hovered above hers, leaving her lips parted around stubborn words that never made it out.

His hand fell from her throat and buried into her hair along the back of her head, he pulled her head up so that she could meet him halfway. Their kiss connected and exploded like a busted dam of emotions. The more she tasted him, the less she cared about anything or anyone else in the world.

His free hand rubbed down over her side until it found the exposed flesh of her hip. Layne moved her hips in an effort to motivate his hand to move exactly where she needed it most.

Her hand grabbed the tail of his tie, pulling on it to keep him there hovering over top of her as she deepened the kiss further into an abyss of passion. Their tongues danced with one another, reacquainting themselves with each other’s sinful tastes.

Breaking the connection of their mouths briefly, Joey nibbled on her bottom lip. “Tell me this is what you want.” His finger teasingly grazed along her slit, purposely avoiding her aching clit.

Moaning quietly, feeling his touch so close to the small bundle of nerves between her legs, she tried to capture his lips again only this time his grasp on her hair prevented her from closing the distance.

Joey knowingly smirked. “Tell me.”

Her eyes gazed up at him, already feeling breathless with need and desperation. “I want all of this. I’ve always wanted all of you.”

“There’s my good girl that I’ve missed so much.” He took her mouth against his again while his finger stroked over her sensitive arousal, rewarding her with a jolt of pleasure.

Her moan got lost against his mouth as her hips drove against his touch. Layne’s hands furiously worked to loosen his tie entirely to get to the remaining buttons of his shirt and the corresponding vest. With each button coming undone, Joey’s fingers worked over her sex more fervently making her concentration on the menial task increasingly more difficult.

By the time she released the last button, it caused his shirt to fall open to expose the rippling muscles of his chest, which had collected several more tattoos since she had seen it last. It was difficult to make out the designs in the dark of the night, but the one that stood out the most was a shamrock drenched in blood located directly over his heart.

Layne’s mind wandered with questions as her fingertips delicately drifted over the red and green that stood out on his pec.

Before she could expend any more thoughts on his additional ink, three fingers were shoved deeply inside of her. Her hands latched onto his open shirt, scrunching up the fabric in her fists. A sound of straight pleasure was ripped out of her mouth and swallowed up by the stars themselves.

Joey’s fingers curled up to massage over the particular spot deep inside of her each time he thrust his digits into her body. Her hips bucked against his hand while his thumb continued to circle over her throbbing clit.

The promise of release was descending on her, but before she could get a taste of it, he withdrew his hand from between her thighs.

“No, no, no. I was so close.” She groaned in frustration the moment her orgasm began to settle back down into her lower stomach.

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