Page 27 of Moth to a Flame

After all, this is what she wants.

“Landon, don’t.” She squeezes her thighs, a futile attempt against my fingers.

The middle one dips down beneath her leggings, teasing her like she teases me. I curl it, press it to her sex, and rub. Up and down, marking her from her pussy to her clit.

“Would you look at that.” I trail my lips over her jaw, tipping her chin up with my thumb so I can kiss that spot. Where her neck meets her shoulder. That spot that makes her say my name louder. “Your leggings are wet. You made a mess of your panties. Your mouth says no, but my fucking God, you’re soaked.”

“Can’t help it,” she breathes, arching her body to mine.

I have my lips parting on her skin, my tongue tasting her tentatively. My finger is relentless, drawing small circles over her underwear. Pleasuring her.

She’s shivering, pulling me to her. Cursing and offering me more of her neck.

I keep taking. Keep inhaling her until I hear her moaning, “Oh. Oh. Landon. Help.”

“Good girl.” My face is back up, eyes level with her closed ones. Can not,willnot, miss a second of her orgasm. “Let go, Regan, come on my finger. Eyes on me.”

She does what I said, and her shocked gaze barrels into me. “Help me.”

I’ll help her. I know exactly what she needs. Her knees are weak. Her hips can’t push into me like she wants.

I’ll help her, all right. I’ll make this beautiful girl come.

For that, I’ll need a better grip. Need to lower my hand down her waist and to her hips. Then I feel it.

A gun. She’s packing a motherfucking gun in broad daylight in a relatively safe neighborhood.

Regan can tell as soon as my fingers make contact with the outline of her concealed weapon. I see red. I smell blood. She couldn’t have bought it after last night; she couldn’t have gotten it this fast. The gun, the leggings with the concealed pocket…She had it before today.

I’m not the monster she needs protecting from.

Someone else is.

Who?

“I’ll kill them,” I say, and I mean it.

“I can do it myself,” she mumbles, tightening her grip on me. “This…” Red rakes over her cheeks. “I can’t dothisby myself. Help me.”

A tear streaks across her cheek, and fuck this. I’ll deal with whoever this is later. I need her to come.

I need to come.

“I love it when you beg.” I’m not probing or teasing her anymore. I shove my hand under her panties, parting her lips and going lower. “Love that you’re dripping for me.”

“Not for you.”

“Liar.” My lips curl in a smirk, and I let myself, momentarily, forget about the gun. “Such a fucking liar.”

I drag my finger up to her clit that’s hard beneath the pad of my finger. Harder when I rub and pinch and touch it the way Regan wants. Her moans aren’t shy and soft the closer she gets to the edge.

She’s almost there, and I’m going to feel it. So I slam my hand on her mouth.

“I remember ordering you to come.” Her eyes roll, her thighs clenching as she rides my fingers clumsily. That’s so fucking perfect, her desperation. For me. “You’re making me wait.”

She breathes hard, her brown eyes staring at me helplessly.

“Little lamb.” I press our foreheads together, rubbing her faster. “Just so you know, I’m not opposed to punishment if you don’t come on my hand.”

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