Page 51 of Target Me
“What are you thinking about?” she asked suddenly, brow furrowed. “You have a vicious look on your face, and I’m fairly certain you just scared the shit out of the waitress.”
I glanced over my shoulder and noticed the young girl who had served our food scurrying away, sending wide eyed glances over her shoulder every couple of steps.
Shrugging, I reached across the table, drawing her hand to me and forcing her to lean in.
“I’m wondering how fast we would be kicked out if I bent you over this table and fucked you in front of the night shift. I’m sure they’re all kinky shits who would get off on watching. What do you think, hen? Wanna put on a show?”
I was deflecting, of course, but the way she squirmed in her seat made my imagination run wild with possibilities. My dick hardened instantly, perking up as though he could smell her arousal from across the table, and I looked around, wondering how big the restrooms were in this place.
Beneath the table, something brushed against my thigh. Avery’s foot. The wicked grin on her face turning her angelic appearance into something right out of a wet dream.
“I can’t reach.”
“You’re insatiable,” I said, shifting lower in my seat so she could press her foot into my groin.
Fuck, so was I. It wasn’t the most comfortable position to be in. Her legs were so short I was almost under the table, but the pressure she exerted on my erection made it almost worth it. The fact we were in public and would probably be caught by the waitress any second, only made it hotter, and I could tell the thought had occurred to Avery too.
Her eyes darted from me to the door that led to the kitchen and back again as her breath left her in short pants. A beautiful pink flush crept up her cheeks as I palmed her foot and started working my hips under it, building myself right up to the edge before pulling back, drawing it out.
“Are you wet, hen?” I murmured, massaging the sole of her foot as I pulled myself back from the brink, enjoying the frustration at denying myself release.
“I’m pretty sure I’ve soaked through these shorts,” she whispered back.
“Dip your fingers in and show me.”
Her eyes widened and shot around the room again before she crept a hand to the waistband of her shorts.
I glanced around to make sure we wouldn’t be interrupted and nodded at her to continue. The fact she complied without hesitation made my dick impossibly harder. This woman. Her pink lips parted, eyelashes fluttering as her hand moved inside her shorts for a moment before she pulled out glistening fingers.
That was all I could take.
Throwing cash on the table, I pulled Avery out of her seat and sucked her fingers into my mouth before pushing her out the emergency exit. In the darkness of the alley, I pushed her against the brick wall, kissing her hard, letting her taste herself on my lips. She groaned, rubbing herself against my erection as she met my tongue stroke for stroke.
I was gone for this woman. She owned me. And knowing that, the only thing that terrified me was the idea of losing her. I’d only barely survived Lana’s death, and I hadn’t felt even half what I did for this little spitfire.
“Get in the car. We need to go somewhere there aren’t any cameras.”
She opened hazy eyes, a tiny crease forming between her brows as she tried to fight through her arousal to understand my words.
“Okay,” she said slowly, taking my hand as we headed toward my truck.
After I got Avery situated inside, I used the flashlight onmy phone to check the undercarriage and tray of my truck for trackers. I deactivated the GPS on my dash and turned both Avery’s and my cell to flight mode before powering them down. Horny as I was, it hadn’t escaped my notice that whoever was after us had known about my farmhouse.
Twenty minutes from the diner was a lookout I’d read about when I first bought the farmhouse and had never had the chance to explore. Now seemed like as good a time as any.
It took all my self-control to stick to the speed limit as we drove over dirt roads and through forest areas until we reached the spot. High above the farmland, hidden in the trees, it was a popular place to watch the sunrise during summer months. It was perfect. Secluded, quiet, and nowhere anyone would think to look for us.
I looked across the cab at Avery, who sat quietly chewing on her thumbnail.
“Are you okay, hen?” I asked, receiving a small smile in return.
She crawled across the seat toward me, straddling my lap. “I’m good, but I could be better.”
Her eyes darkened as she raised her arms. I slid the t-shirt up to expose her tits, temporarily side-tracked as I took the opportunity to nip and suck at her soft flesh. She groaned, arching toward my mouth as she ground her hips into mine.
“Logan,” she gasped as I bit down hard, soothing the ache with the flat of my tongue.
“What do you want, hen?” I asked, tugging the fabric of her shirt off her arms, exposing her flushed cheeks.
