Page 46 of Dark OZ

He pushed on my lower abdomen with his free hand at the same time he curled the fingers deep inside me, intensifying the pressure. “The harder we went, the tighter your pussy would grip my cock. Just like you’re choking my hand right now. You’d want to go fast, careening over the edge, but I wouldn’t let you.”

The pressure disappeared long enough for my climax to fade.

I wanted to scream. Those fingers belonged in hell. I ran my nails down his forearm in an attempt to keep him in place. When he decided to continue, it was maddeningly harder and rougher than before, driving me past the brink.

“It would be the best kind of torture.” Crowe ran his nose along my collarbone, pressing a kiss in the crook of my neck.

My heavy panting forced my nipples to graze the soft leather of his jacket. My skin was humming, sparking like a live wire, ready to ignite at any moment.

“I’d slowly unravel your senses one nerve ending at a time.” He lowered his mouth to my breast, pulling my aching nipple between his teeth. I writhed in his lap, praying in a nonsensical mumble for him to give me what I so badly needed.

“Fucking hell, Crowe, and you callmeheartless. Just let the girl come already.” Nick’s voice was tight, like the display that Crowe was putting on was as excruciating for him as it was for me.

“Do you hear that, beautiful? Nick wants to hear you fall apart while you ride my hand.” He pushed us forward until I was pressed into Danny’s seat. I draped my arm behind me, gripping the headrest to leverage my movements. The soft brush of Danny’s hair caressed my wrist. My fingertips grazed the back of his neck. The stripes across my lower shoulders screamed in protest, the pain mixing with the churning pleasure—all of it centered over where Crowe’s thumb hovered torturously out of reach.

“What do you think, Danny? Does she deserve it?”

“She did point a gun at me,” Danny said with a low tone that rumbled through the cushioning of the seat straight into my chest. The spicy tones of Danny’s cologne mixed with Crowe’s earthen scent. If I closed my eyes, I could almost imagine I was pinned between them.

“Eyes on me, gorgeous.” I opened them, barely seeing his lust-crazed expression drilling into me through the light flashing at the corners of my vision. Crowe slowly pistoned his hand. It wasn’t a long motion, but the way his fingertip maintained constant pressure against exactly the right spot was enough to make me whimper a plea to him.

“Please, Crowe.” I was so fucking close. “Please.”

“Fuck, she begs so prettily,” Danny said with longing, his head turning so that the stubble on his cheek brushed my palm and his lips ghosted over my wrist.

“She does, doesn’t she?” Crowe said, gripping my breast and driving hard enough to make me cry out but not enough to tip me into bliss. “Thea did shoot that arrogant psychopath. Our girl deserves something as a reward.”

There was that word again:our.

Before I could process the way he’d laid claim to me, Crowe’s thumb finally brushed my clit. Like pulling a trigger, my orgasm ripped through me with all the violence of a bullet tearing flesh. The adrenaline, the pain, the excruciating denial—all of it pushed me to a height I had never been to before.

“Give me your hand.”

I lifted my head off the seat, my vision slowly returning to me.

“What?” I was still drunk on my orgasm, so when Crowe slid my fingers between my legs I didn’t think anything of it. I jumped at that first sensitive brush. But he increased the pressure of our fingers until they pushed in together. Stretching me wide and making me feel fuller than I’d ever felt before. The foreign sensation of his fingers beside mine made me reflexively pulse around them.

“Oh my god,” I rasped out, my voice broken and raw. Had I been screaming? I couldn’t remember. “Crowe, I don’t think I can—”

Stealing my words, he kissed me. Fuck, he was good at that. When he released my lips, I couldn’t remember what I was protesting.

“This isn’t for you,” he corrected, pulling our hands free.

Gently, he twisted us and extended my arm so that it passed between the front seats. At first, I didn’t understand what was happening. Nick exchanged a look with Danny but didn’t move.

Danny took my hand from Crowe, then lifted one glistening finger to his mouth.

My mouth hung open, watching in awe as his tongue slowly licked away my arousal in exactly the same way he’d tasted the scotch that first night in the compound.

“You taste exactly like I thought you would, Firecracker.”

Nick’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. “Fuck me. Likewhat?”

Crowe turned my face to meet his gaze, and licked clean the last of his own fingers. “Sweet, but with a kick.”

Nick groaned. “Next time, I’m not driving.”

Chapter 20

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