Page 121 of Eyes in the Shadows

“As long as it was going to be painful… I think I do.”

I nearly groan as the blood rushes to my cock at her husky tone. Bloodthirsty Eleanor is a new kind of filthy delight.

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Eleanor

Alive is right—it’s the perfect description for how this feels.

Is it normal to be this horny after something so… appalling? Because the sight of Mac’s tight ass sticking out of the trunk of the car has me feeling some kinds of ways and one of them is “completely disgusted with myself.” I just saw people die. Violently. I’ve probably got blood all over me—I can see the tiny droplets on my hands from the spray Rossi’s head created.

And yet, I’m so wet and that ache deep inside me that wants to be filled with his cock is growing steadily more urgent at an alarming rate.

I watch as Mac stows the cases with all the neat little perfectly-shaped cutouts in foam for the pieces of his gun in the back of the mustang. He didn’t let me carry anything over from the field, but he does let me hand him the bag he set down so he could open the trunk.

“Give me your earpiece.” He holds out his hand and mine joins his in the small protective box, and goes into his pocket.

I head for the passenger seat as Mac closes the back door. I know I’m shaken, and my brain keeps flashing me horrific images that make me cringe. But I’m also… I think Mac would say juiced. My senses feel sharp, my emotions are heightened, my limbs feel warm and loose like after my warm up for a workout.

He gets in and starts the car. The purr of the engine fills me with calm, and we’re leaving the now-dark warehouse behind. I hope I never see it again.

“I can’t believe how incredible that shot was,” I muse.

“Thank you, darlin’.” He sounds proud.

“Right through the eye, from all the way out in that field. Just… wow. I had no idea how good you were.”

“Oh, I think you’ve known how good I am, just not about that,” he says, winking at me.

I smile.

As Mac speeds along the empty road, I watch the dark, unidentifiable shadows pass out the window. It’s so empty out here. Only the faint light from farmhouses breaks up the dark scenery, set back from the road so far you almost can’t see them.

I turn back to look at Mac, and he glances back at me, eyes lingering for half a second on the painful spot on my face.

The little lighted mirror in the visor shows me the damage Mac seems so upset about. “I can’t believe I’m alive and relatively unharmed,” I say, gingerly prodding the broken skin at my temple. Frankly, even though I had full faith in Mac, I’m also in disbelief that I’m still alive. I’ve never come so close to death.

“Honestly, you were incredible, baby. You kept so calm.”

I swallow and close the visor. I eye him, letting my gaze drop to his pants. He doesn’t notice because he’s focused on the dark road, but I think I can see a bulge. It’s just hard to tell from the dark and the angle.

I bite my lip. “So, what you’re saying is… I was a very good girl?”

The car swerves a hair as he looks over at me, face full of shock. But he recovers quickly, and his hand goes to my knee. “A very, very good girl.”

I grin—pure gallows humor—as the phraseshooting my shotenters my head and I lean towards him. I let my hand trail down his hard abdomen, relishing in how the muscles ripple under it, and find the top of his pants. The button is open with a skillful flick, and the zipper comes down.

I unbuckle myself and shift in my seat to get the right angle to lower my face into his lap.

“What are you—” he starts, cutting himself off as my hand finds him through the hole in his boxers and curls around the hot, pulsating length of him. He’s already half-hard. Then I hear the thunk of his head falling back against the headrest and a low, “fuuuuuck.”

I get my mouth around the tip, swirling my tongue and tasting his salty desire. His legs tense and the motion of the car changes, making my body rock towards the steering wheel as he slows down. I try taking him deeper in my mouth, but the car stops and his gentle hands on my cheek and jaw lift me.

I sit back. “Why did you stop? I wanted to—”

He cuts me off with his rough fingertips against my lips. His hand moves quickly, cupping my jaw and holding my chin. “As much as I want a blowjob in this car, I very much want to shoot my load deep inside that pretty pussy while you look me in the eye and tell me you love me. Stay right there.”

He unbuckles and shoots out of his seat, slamming the door and jogging around the front of the car. I laugh, seeing his purposeful face and state of half-undress flash through each headlight. In the second or so it takes him to reach me, I look around, assessing. We’re off the road but facing it, tucked between some trees. Pretty secluded.

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