Page 35 of Across State Lines

“I can’t sleep in the seat anymore. My back is killing me. So yeah, I guess so.”

I get into bed and lie as close to the wall as I can. He crawls in behind me and sighs as he turns away from me. His posture is so rigid and uncomfortable, and at this moment, I’m not sure who the captive is. Me or him.

Chapter Twenty

Tobin

Kane’s so dramatic. He couldn’t even handle lying beside the girl for five fucking minutes. Instead of sleeping on a mattress, Kane felt as if he were lying on a bed of nails. The moment I heard his thoughts, I was ready to climb into the driver’s seat. She may disgust him, but I’m obsessed with everything about her.

Now that I’m here, I don’t see what the big deal was. She’s turned away from me on her side, and with all this distance between us, I wouldn’t even consider this as sleeping in the same bed. I move closer until my chest presses against her back and her ass bumps against my crotch.

“Hi, Tobin,” she mumbles, her voice heavy with sleep.

“How’d you know it was me?”

“Because Kane would rather die than touch me, and Jax has too much couth to put his hard dick against my ass.”

“Fair,” I say with a dark laugh. Jax would be sweeter about it. He’d talk to her, wipe the hair from her pretty cheeks, and ask fucking permission before touching her. But I’m not a wait-for-permission kind of guy when it comes to her. She’s a need, not a want.

“I’m glad you’re here, though,” she says, and my heart pumps harder—no one has ever said they were glad to see me—but my feeling of elation dissipates when she speaks again. “I wanted to talk to you about something. About Kane.”

“I’m not really the talking type. I’m the fuck-you-senseless type, remember?”

I put my arm around her, raise my hand to her mouth, and shove my fingers past her lips. Before she even knows what’s happening, my fingertips reach the back of her throat and a violent gag rattles her body. Instead of reaching for my wrists and pulling me away, she rolls onto her back and swirls her tongue across my skin.

This is what I mean when I say I’m obsessed. She’s like no other woman I’ve met. This girl will take anything I give her.

I lean over her and finger-fuck her mouth, and she bites down as her big eyes rise to mine. Pain heats my knuckles, but I don’t pull them away. She and I both know how much I enjoy pain.

“You have such a good mouth, eighty,” I say as I pull my fingers away. “I’d just prefer you use it for something other than talking right now.”

She takes the hint and doesn’t ask anything else as I get up to go to the freezer. I pull out two of my special ice cubes and put them in a glass.

Sitting up on her elbows, she eyes the milky cubes. “What are you doing with those?”

“You’ll find out soon enough,” I say with a smirk.

I kneel beside her on the bed and grab the hem of her dress shirt. Like the obedient little slut she is, she raises her arms and allows me to pull it away. I pull away the leggings next, and now only her panties separate me from what I want most.

She whimpers as I grip the thin fabric and rip it away from her body. I grab one of the ice cubes and I trace the outline of her lips, coating them with a glistening layer of come and water. As I drag the ice lower and run it over her breasts, her nipples pull into tight buds. They practically beg for my mouth, so I oblige.

Her legs pull together as my hand trails toward the curve of her lower abdomen. The skin and muscle suck inward, trying to escape the icy chill, but I keep going. Lower. Lower. I release her breast from my mouth and slide down her body so I can put myself between her legs. Her pretty little clit swells for me as the ice cube drifts over it.

She whimpers as I part her legs wider and push her knees toward the mattress, tilting her hips upward. Come-laced water cuts a path through her slit and drips over her tight little asshole. It’s the only thing I haven’t taken.

I lean back and gather spit beneath my tongue before dripping the saliva onto her hole. I push the ice cube into her pussy, knowing her heat will soon reduce it to a puddle that will slowly seep out of her. She screams out from the cold, and in the same breath, I put a finger in her ass. Then two. A groan leaves my lips as I push a third inside her.

Her body fights the intrusion before relaxing and accepting the pleasure my touch provides. When I’m sure she’s ready, I remove my pants, coat my dick tattoo with saliva, and push inside her. My barbell catches on the rim of her ass, and her back arches as pain rips through her, but I fight past her body’s noes until they become a unified yes. A well-trained whore like her knows how to take what is given, and it’s not like I would stop anyway.

I want her full of me, so I reach over and grab the remaining ice cube, leaving behind a thin layer of cloudy liquid at the bottom of the glass. While continuing to thrust inside her ass, I run the melting cube over her lips again.

“Say my name before I fill your mouth.”

“Tobin.” She pants through the pain and pleasure rushing through her in equal measure.

“Now open,” I command.

She spreads her lips and I drop the ice cube onto her tongue. Her eyes close and her expression twists for a moment before she gathers her composure and sucks on the cube. Her cheeks pull inward as she swirls the ice around in her mouth. She’s such a stoic whore, and it’s so fucking sexy.