Page 45 of Dark OZ

“Tell me what?” Danny huffed.

I shrugged. Crowe smiled against my neck, his hand slowly inching higher.

“Her heart isn’t racing from fear. It’s racing with excitement.” With a single finger, he tipped my chin up, forcing me to look up at him. “Isn’t it, Beautiful?”

I bit down on my lip and failed miserably at hiding the truth because, of course, he was right. Lighting that fire had made me feel alive, almost as much as the kick from the gun had. Even if it made my back ache like a motherfucker.

With a quick movement, Crowe grabbed my hips. I didn’t even know what was happening or how he did it, but all of a sudden, I was straddling him. My shoulders pushed against the front seat, jolting it and forcing me to wince in pain.

Danny shouted, “Fuck off, Crowe. You don’t need to be doing that against my seat.”

“I’m checking our girl to make sure she’s okay.” Crowe’s hand gently cupped my cheek, the touch gentle despite the mischief in his eyes.

“Dorothy doesn’t need to be riding your cock to see she’s fine.” He punched the back of the seat, making my body jolt unexpectedly against Crowe’s. The friction overrode the pain, sending electricity dancing over my skin. Small goosebumps rose along my arms. A fact that didn’t go unnoticed by the man trailing his fingers along my jaw to palm the back of my neck.

The slight swelling along his cheek somehow made him more handsome. It contrasted with his usual playful, boy-next-door look, adding an edge of danger that matched the intensity behind his eyes.

“What I want to know is how Thea got your gun in the first place,” Nick said.

Crowe tilted my head back and pressed a kiss to the hollow of my throat. Murmuring against my skin, he added, “Mmm, I’d like to know that, too. Nothing gets me harder than a woman with a gun.” He pulled on my hips until I was grinding against him. The man definitely wasn’t lying. The hard ridge pressed between my thighs proved it. Into my ear, he added, “And, I’d bet anything firing that pistol got you wet.”

“Well, I’d like to know how Orin-fucking-Berret got the jump on you. Because saving your asses wasn’t on the list of things I planned to do tonight.” Danny’s voice sounded bitter.

“I bet it wasn’t,” Crowe said with a laugh, forcing another hard rock of my hips. “I think we all saw who you planned on doing tonight.”

I moaned. I couldn’t help it. The seam of my jeans was pressed directly against my bare clit, and the adrenaline-laced blood pumping in my veins was making everything more sensitive.

Crowe’s eyes glittered in the dark cab interior. They flicked over my shoulder to the front of the cab. “I think Nick likes hearing you moan, sweet girl.” From the feral way Crowe grinned, I knew Nick was watching us in the mirror still. “But I think we can do better than that.”

Crow lifted the hem of my shirt, pulling it free and tossing it unceremoniously over the seat behind me.

“Fucking hell,” Danny cursed, sending the shirt back at Crowe in a blur of pink rhinestones. Crowe ducked, leaning forward and using the opportunity to lick a path up my bare chest.

I wasn’t facing them, but I could feel the heat of Nick and Danny’s attention on me. I should stop this. Crowe would stop if I said the word. I was certain of it, but the strength he was using to drive me against his impressively hard cock was short-circuiting my brain.

“Crowe…I…”

He silenced my breathy protest with a languorous kiss, robbing me of my ability to think altogether. There was just the rising pressure and the demanding call for release. This night had been triggering on every level, but right now, I existed only in the feel of his body beneath me, the caress of his hands against my skin, and the press of his mouth to mine.

Crowe swallowed my building sighs, and I let myself escape into our increasing pace. Warmth surged along my spine. I felt it from the soles of my feet to the tips of my fingers, just as he slowed our movements to a gentle rock. My orgasm pulled back like the tide from the shore.

“I can feel you trembling against me,” he said with a hushed voice. They were words just for me, though I knew the others could still hear him.

“It’s the adrenaline.”

“Is it? Maybe I need to be trying harder. Fuck, I want to peel these jeans off of you. I know you’d be hot and slick.”

His hand tracked over my hip, finding the hole Danny had torn wide earlier in the night. With a single pull, the sound of tearing denim filled the cab, and the fabric fell away, exposing my entire leg.

“Much better.” Crowe’s long fingers slid beneath the denim. His head dropped to my chest with a satisfied groan when he realized I wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Darling Thea, you are full of surprises.” He dragged the wetness soaking my pants up, smoothing his thumb over my clit, while two more fingers pushed into me.

I clamped my hand over my mouth, biting my palm to muffle my surprised cry.

Crowe’s free hand circled my wrist, pulling it down. “Don’t do that. Don’t hide. Let them hear all of the wicked things I’m about to do to you.” Crowe licked a line up the length of my neck, resting his lips against my ear. “If you were able, I’d be sliding you onto my dick right now. I’d keep each thrust deep as you rode me, ensuring you felt every inch.” Raking his teeth over the sensitive spot behind my ear, he added, “I’m not small, Thea. It’d be tight and you’d feel so full.”

Danny made a quiet exhale of disbelief. “Are you really buying his delusional bullshit, Firecracker?”

Fuck, I really was. Tingles prickled all over my skin and a devious thrill zinged through me. Danny’s comment only amplified the sensation, knowing he was mere inches from me and Nick was close enough that I could have hit him. I ground hard against Crowe’s palm, trying to feel even a ghost of what he was promising.

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