Page 38 of Bourbon and Secrets

A small moan crawls up her throat as she says, “You want someone to tell you to be a good boy and do what you’re told.”

I slow down as punishment. “Is that what you think? That I need your praise and for you to be in control?” I push my fingers in and move the tips of them just enough to hit that spot just right. She’s full and eager for more as she squirms for me to give her what she wants.

When I thrust harder, just once, she sucks in a breath. “Please, oh fuck. Please, give me more, or I’m going to do it myself.” Her free hand grabs at my forearm and she digs her nails into my sleeve.

Chuckling, I rest my cheeks against hers before I tell her exactly how much I don’t like that idea with my actions instead. I slide my fingers out, kick her stance wider, and bend her forward just enough to slap her pussy from behind. She yelps at the fast slap and lets out a small giggle before I’m pulling her back up. I turn her body, moving her a few feet toward the wall until her back is pressed against it and her eyes are on mine. One arm loops around the back of my neck while her hand grips onto my forearm. She drags her teeth across that beautiful lower lip.

“You’re not allowed to touch yourself right now. That’s what you just begged me to do.” Leaning in, I run my nose along her neck. “So you’ll take what I give you.”

She watches me, lust and need as visible as our warm breath hitting the cold air. I hike up her leg and drape it over the crookof my elbow, and with my other hand, I suck two fingers into my mouth and then lick the pad of my thumb. Rubbing circles around her clit, I let my fingers play.

“Fucking tease,” she bites out with a smile and the tiniest moan.

“Unless you want an audience or to be arrested, I suggest you keep quiet when you drench my fingers.”

She doesn’t say anything else after that. Instead, she enjoys the hell out of my fingers fucking her. Her grip along the back of my neck tightens, but I’m not ready for her to be done just yet. I pull them out and rub along her clit just enough, edging her so closely, to the point where she’s writhing against my touch. Let’s see how wet she can make this.

Her words come out gasping, “Foxx, stop, I need?—”

“I know what you need.” A third finger fucks into her dripping pussy. The lewd sounds are going to have me coming in my fucking pants right along with her. Mixed with the way she says my name on whispered breaths, I’m barely hanging on. The only thing I can smell is her, and it’s so fucking good. She’s overtaking every one of my senses.

I shift into her, hiking her leg higher, and the angle hits exactly where I want as I fuck my fingers into her, feeling the pressure of what I want to happen.

“Lincoln—” Her breath hitches. Mouth dropping open, her back arches away from the wall, her pussy pulses, and she saturates my hand. My cock wants to reap the warm-up and slide right into what I’ve just prepared as she unravels because of me.

But that’s not happening. Not in an alleyway outside of a bar. I suck on the skin right below her ear, drag my teeth along her neck as her pulse beats dangerously fast. And because I can’t help myself, I whisper against her wet skin, “You sound so pretty when you’re pissed off and moaning for me.”

I can feel her smile before I see it.

Pulling back, I look at how perfectly ravaged she is, leaning against the wall, hair messy, neck red from my nibbling, skirt hiked up, vest half unbuttoned and chest heaving, teasing the deep set of her cleavage. I can’t hold back moaning at the sight of her. Bringing my fingers that were just inside her to my mouth, I lick them clean and then give them a good smell as she watches with a dazed expression.

Voices echo as they walk by the alley, snapping us both out of this bubble of desire we’ve found ourselves in. More than a few people come pouring out of the bar, and as much as I want her hand wrapped around my cock, I’m going to settle for my own.

“Let’s go.” I hold out my hand as she rights herself. I’m not going to leave her like this at this time of night. No fucking way.

She follows behind, my hand holding hers as my mind reels at what the hell I’m supposed to do when we reach her vehicle. If I kiss her, this isn’t ending here. And it needs to.

But as we get closer to her truck, she lets go of my hand and makes the decision for me. “I’ll take it from here.” She walks ahead, turning her head to the side before she calls out, “You’re pretty when you’re pissed off too, Foxx. Too bad I couldn’t get you to moan for me this time.”

Sighing, I drag my hand through the front of my hair and remove my glasses from my coat pocket, taking a second to watch her pull out of her space and peel out of the lot. I laugh to myself and tilt my head back, looking up at the sky. She said, “this time.”Like there’s going to be a next time.My cock twitches at the thought, working against my brain.

What the hell am I doing?

Chapter 14

Faye

The porch swing shakes,interrupting me for the third time in the past fifteen minutes. Maggie storms out of the front door with barely a glance at me, my keys hanging from her fingers. This particular set also happens to have a little tag embedded into the mirror ball keychain that tracks everywhere it goes. She’s spending an awful lot of time down by the racetracks, considering it’s the off season, but every time I ask her a question, she answers with, “Isn’t it about time you fucked off?” Or at least some version of the same sentiment.

“Where are you going, Maggie?” I shout after her. “You realize that’s my truck and not yours, right?”

She just flips me off and keeps walking, ignoring what I’ve just said.

I close my eyes and try not to let it get to me that she hates me so much and wants me gone. As the sun warms my face, it takes away that sting of cold that January in Fiasco brings. It'snot until the engine of my truck fires up that my attention flicks to watch my sister peel out of the driveway.Asshole.

Even with plenty more to occupy my mind, my thoughts keep wandering back to that alleyway. Blackstone only heard the opening of all of it. I hung up on him the second Lincoln asked if my panties were still off.

I wasn’t thinking clearly. And I sure as hell wasn't focused on Blackstone. And now, once again, I’m replaying the finger-bang from the sexy, seemingly irresistible single dad I blackmailed years ago.

---