Page 67 of Traitor

“That’s a damn good look on you, Darlin’.” Even I could appreciate the sight of me with my chest thrust out, nipples hardened into stiff peaks.

“Please,” I whispered.

That grin came back. “Please what, baby?”

I pushed my thighs together, trying to ease the ache. I was about to have a serious case of lady blue balls if he didn’t do something soon. “Please,” I tried again. “I need you inside of me.”

Mike removed his shoulder holster and began unbuttoning his shirt almost casually. By the time he got down past his navel and the light blond hairs began peeking through, I was straining against the cuffs, craving the feel of his skin beneath my hand.Happy trail indeed. He slipped it off and I admired the canvas of ink and muscle that greeted me. The sight of him never got old.

He undid his belt slowly and I groaned my disapproval.

“Patience, Red. Good things are worth the wait,” his eyes softened as he looked over at me and I relented. The way he stared at me—like I was a small child who’d just performed my heart out in the school play. I never wanted to be considered cute or adorable—I’d insisted on being taken seriously. Until him.

It couldn’t have been more perfect if I’d planned it—the rain beating steadily against the glass and him sliding those slate gray slacks down his muscular thighs.

His erection jutted up toward his stomach, demanding my full attention. The cuffs rattled against the plastic handle as I instinctively moved to reach for him. I didn’t have to wait long before he was kicking his boxer briefs into the floorboard and rubbing the tip of his cock up and down my slit.

A shudder wracked my body and my mouth dropped open in both orgasm and shock.

How?

I looked up at him in awe and he reached down to run his middle finger through my wetness before spreading it down his shaft. “That was fucking hot, Red. Daytime sex is mandatory now.”

I gave him a drowsy nod. I’d have agreed to anything at this point. The tinted windows had fogged up, giving us the illusion that we were in our own private cocoon. Safe from the world and all of its problems.

Mike cupped my ass in his hands, shifting me until the head of his dick was positioned at my opening. “I wanna fuck you bare. I need to feel you around me.”

It wasn’t a question, but a demand, and I found myself nodding again. I knew there were reasons that it wasn’t a good idea, but in the moment, none of them seemed to stand up to his logic.

He needed to feel me.

Nothing else mattered.

He kept stroking the base as he worked his way in and I let out a mewling whimper. I knew that he was holding back, trying to ease my body into it, so I forced out, “Just fuck me, baby.”

That was all the invitation he needed. He surged inside of me, filling me to the point that I thought I might black out. I let out a hoarse cry when he bottomed out.

Mike growled and began making long strokes inside of me. The cuffs clinked together loudly as my walls squeezed around him while my breath grew shallower.

“Mike…Mike…I’m…” My words cut off, as did my breathing. Our bodies were slick with sweat and the inside of the truck began to feel like a sauna, but we never slowed down. His skin slapped loudly against mine, pushing me to the brink and then over, again and again.

Just when I thought I had nothing left, his mouth sought mine. Plundering. Taking. I willingly handed everything I had to give over to him before locking my legs behind his back, drawing him in further.

I thought he’d hit every pleasure point until his hands snuck in between our bodies, squeezing my breasts. First one, then the other, as his thrusts became more erratic. Those same hands moved up behind my shoulders, forcing my body further down on his, as he came inside of me with a loud growl.

“Fuck,” he groaned against my ear.

It was enough to send me over the edge with him. Mike clung to my body, our breathing labored, as we both floated back down to earth.

“I fucking love you, baby,” he said softly.

Before I could answer him, there was a gentle rap at the window behind us. I yelped in surprise and tried to cover myself, but the handcuffs refused to budge.

Mike wiped some of the steam off of the glass and looked out before muttering, “Fuck. Here.” He tossed me his suit jacket and it hit my chest before falling down to my lap.

“Um, Tex?” I questioned.

He pulled his boxers back up distractedly. “Yeah, Red. Just throw that on and button it.”

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