Page 87 of Torn In Two

His gaze raked over Kara standing beside me, pink-cheeked and breathless from the orgasm she’d just had watching Grayson fuck someone else, while I’d had my fingers buried in her soaking slit. Her hair was tousled, her nipples straining through the fabric of her dress and just begging for someone to suck them.

When his gaze focused on me with that same burning intensity, all I could think about was the way he’d sucked my cock, deep-throating me until I’d grabbed his hair and come in his mouth.

And how I’d gotten on my knees and done the exact same thing for him.

There was no denying what had happened between us in the darkness.

Or that in that moment, I desperately wanted it to happen again.

I turned, pulling Kara with me, knowing with knee-wobbling certainty that Chaos would follow.

We strode out through the restaurant, past the line of classily dressed men and women still waiting to get inside, even though it was past midnight and the restaurant had closed.

Clearly, word spread quickly in Providence. Whatever Luca and Hayden had done to promote this place, or rather, its after-hour activities, was working.

I didn’t let myself think about what that meant for Psychos. If all of Bliss’s clientele moved their after-hours partying over here, then who would be left?

That was a problem for the daylight.

Tonight was for sinners.

I opened the passenger side door of the van, letting Kara in, fighting the urge to slap her rounded ass, so damn perfect in that dress I really wanted off her. I jogged around the other side and slid behind the steering wheel, barely able to breathe for wanting to get home and for what I knew was coming.

I backed out of the parking spot and peeled away, down the street, hating that the drive to the compound was more than a few minutes.

Because fuck knows I couldn’t wait that long to have her again.

Have him again.

Fuck. I didn’t want to think about the erection I got every time Chaos’s blue eyes crossed my mind. The way he’d looked in the darkness, the way his mouth had felt, the way I’d wanted to do so much more than just blow him.

I groaned, running my hand over my erection strangled by my pants.

Kara reached across, slipping her hand beneath mine, taking over, unzipping my fly while I drove.

She freed my cock and I hissed in pleasure at her rubbing over the head and the precum beading there. “Don’t make me come,” I warned her. “I want your pussy, Little Mouse. And your ass.”

“But I want you in my mouth.”

It fucking killed me when she talked like that. I was so damn hard for her, I could barely stand it.

I dropped my arm, steering with one hand, watching from the corner of my eye as she slid across the bench seat and lowered her head to replace her hands with her lips.

My right hand fell to the back of her head, twisting in her hair while she blew me. Her mouth was warm and wet, and she felt so good, tongue swirling around my dick. My balls ached with the need to come, but I refused to give in to the desperate sensation, concentrating on the road, the only thing keeping me from exploding.

I put my foot down on the gas, knowing if we flew by a cop, I’d be pulled over. If that happened, the cop would be arresting us both for indecent exposure.

There was no stopping now. Not for either of us. The build up to this had been too long. Too sweet.

I needed her like I needed air.

Whoever was on the gate saw us coming and opened it with time for me to fly through without slowing down. I took the road down to the clubhouse, Kara making desperate noises around my cock that only made it harder to concentrate.

At the bottom of the hill, I dragged her up off me by her hair, only hard enough for her to feel the buzz of pleasure in her scalp, because fuck knows I would never do anything to hurt her.

I’d been careless and selfish with women in the past. Not caring about them or their pleasure. She’d brought out something gentle in me that no other woman ever had. All while liking it just as much when I was rough. But I knew the line. Knew where to push her and where to stop.

I loved every second of her giving herself up to me, trusting me to keep her safe.

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