Page 59 of The Secrets We Share

Hers roll in response with a quick shake of her head. I don’t know how they know, but his hand files out like the bullet from earlier, reaching for her chin to bring her eyes to his. He quickly flicks them back and forth, keeping us on a steady path home. When he drags her in close to whisper something unintelligible in her ear, my lips pull between my teeth, and I shift in my seat.

Watching him handle her regardless of who’s around is sexy as hell. It sidetracks my brain from the mess we just experienced and throws my hormones in the driver’s seat. Harkin doesn’t miss my reaction. His large hand falls to the top of my thigh, squeezing the muscle. His lips brush against my ear.

“Are you getting wet watching him correct her, little one?”

A quiet whimper breaks free when his teeth graze the shell of my ear, and his hand shoves between my clenched thighs, sending a shiver through my body. It hums to life under his attention when his thumb presses firmly against my core. My hips buck, seeking more and making me desperate. I’m no longer paying attention to whatever is happening in the front seat. All I can think about is the fact that we’re still miles away from the apartment, but I’m minutes away from breaking Harkin’s rule about audiences.

TWENTY-SEVEN

HARKIN

Worship - Ari Abdul

Aflush breaks out across her cheeks, and my attention splits between her obvious arousal and the couple in the front seat. Keira shoves her hips closer to my hand trapped between her thighs, and the leather seat creaks. She won’t want to give us away, but her desperation multiplies, thrusting those cares away.

“Tell me, little one, if I shove my hand down your pants and spear my fingers into your tight cunt, are you going to give me something to clean off.”

That has her face whipping toward me. I haven’t moved away, and our noses knock. Her eagerness comes out in quick breaths that fan across my face. Fuck it, I’ll break my rules for her.

“Turn up the music,” I bark.

James doesn’t miss a beat, turning the volume to a deafening level. I see Stacey turning toward us in my periphery, but a blurstops her progress, and my attention moves entirely back to Keira.

Surging forward, I close the small distance and capture Keira’s surprise. It only takes her a second to realize what’s happening. In any other circumstance, I’d make her wait until we were back at the apartment and away from prying eyes and ears, but I know she needs this.

Our tongues tangle, and for once, she’s not battling for dominance. She lets me ravage her mouth like this might be the last time my lips touch hers. I slip my hand from her core, and she growls her protest. But when my fingers open the button of her jeans, she pulls back, snapping her eyes to the front seat and back to me.

My eyebrows rise, and my head tilts slightly, a silent command for her to sit still and let me do this for her. She looks one last time and resigns, parting her legs to give me better access. It’s all the approval I need to do, just as I teased. When my fingers find her core warm and wet, I shove two inside, and they meet zero resistance. I swallow down her gasp, working in and out of her tight pussy. It contracts around me, the muscles trying to pull me in deeper than I can with our current restrictions.

“So fucking wet, little one. Are you going to scream for me when you coat me in your cum?”

My lips skate down, across her chin, and along the column of her delicate neck. Her head falls back against the headrest with a thud. I let my thumb skim across her clit, and her core clamps down on my fingers. I squeeze a third finger inside her and stroke her front wall slowly, my thumb rubbing circles at the same time.

“Fuck, Harkin. Please. Please let me come,” she begs softly for my ears only.

With her legs sprawled wide and her glossy eyes distant, it’s clear the others in the car no longer matter to her.

“Then come, little one. I want to hear you scream my name.”

My permission, coupled with the steady assault of my hand working her cunt, sends her over the edge. The music doesn’t cover her explosion, but it muffles the raspy scream of my name just enough.

I won’t stop until she’s convulsing with tiny twitches and her taut body slackens. She tilts her hips away and whimpers. When my fingers work free, they glisten in the sunlight. She’s the sweetest taste I’ve ever had on my lips. My cock pulses in agreement, and I readjust to a more comfortable position.

Our timing is perfect. The SUV pulls into the underground parking garage while Keira’s buttoning her jeans back into place. I snag her hand and drag her out of the backseat, racing for the elevator bank.

My cock throbs painfully with her taste still on my tongue. I need her now. The button for the elevator isn’t calling it down fast enough. I can feel her gaze burning into the side of my face, but if I look at those kiss-swollen lips and the blush still spread across her cheeks and chest, I won’t have it in me to wait until we get upstairs.

The elevator finally dings upon its arrival, but the metal doors glide open at a glacial pace. Before they’ve opened fully, we're inside, and I’m forcing the floor button down hard enough to jam the bones in my finger.

“That’s not going to make it go any faster,” she says from behind me.

I don’t need eyes on her to see the smile creeping across her face from her smart-ass comment. My composure snaps. When the doors close and the elevator lifts from the garage floor, I pull the emergency stop, and the whole box jerks to a halt.

The emergency alarm blares to life, but I ignore it. There’s something more important to handle. Spinning on my heels, I close the space between us, hand shooting out to take her delicate throat in my hand.

“Kneel,” I command, giving her a generous squeeze.

Her knees hit the floor with a soft thud. Those beautiful eyes dance with excitement. I make quick work of undoing my belt and jeans, letting them fall open and down just enough to release my aching cock.

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