He kissed her before she could finish, the adrenaline from the fight and the panic from seeing Darcy get hurt still burning like jet fuel in his bloodstream. Christ, he didn’t want to think about any of that right now. He just wanted…needed…her.
Groaning, he resumed the frantic pace, determined to send both of them over the edge.
“Don’t stop. Don’t ever, ever stop.” Her agonized pleas tickled his lips, and when she shifted her head and sank her teeth into his shoulder, Reed growled in pain and thrust harder.
He filled her with his cock, squeezing her breasts over her shirt as adrenaline and anger and concern and lust mingled together to fuel a furious tempo that set off a bone-melting release that spread through his body like waves of lava. He couldn’t control it, couldn’t wait for Darcy to reach that same earth-shattering apex, but fortunately she wasn’t far behind, and his dick remained rock hard as he fucked her through her climax despite the fact that his own had turned his brain and body to jelly.
Darcy rocked beneath him, her body trembling as she rode out the orgasm. Her hot sheath squeezed him so tight his cock jerked inside her again, pulsing with pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
Groaning, Reed collapsed on top of her, doing his best not to crush her with his weight. Again, she didn’t seem to mind, holding him close as she ran her fingers through his hair.
“I think I need to piss you off more often.” The words shuddered out on a laugh. “Because I’m totally digging your choice of punishment.”
Now that he’d come down from the orgasmic high and his brain had started functioning again, the feeling of deep betrayal returned.
“I was the one who hired him,” Reed mumbled. “Of all the stupid, irresponsible decisions—”
“Hey,” she said firmly. “You didn’t know what he was up to. You were just helping out a friend.”
A friend. Ha. More like a fellow troublemaker from his fuck-up days.
Damn it, he should’ve known better than to trust Jeff. To believe that his old buddy had actually changed. Instead, he’d given the guy a goddamn job, and that mistake could have cost him and his friends their business.
“Seriously, Reed, you can’t blame yourself for this. It’s not your fault that he—”
The wail of sirens cut her off.
Sirens that didn’t sound far away at all, but like they were coming from nearby.
Or, more accurately, from that very parking lot.
Reed froze as the red-and-blue lights shone through the windshield of their car, casting a ghostly glow over Darcy’s face. He discreetly lifted his head, then swore when he spotted the two police cars cruising through the lot.
Shit. The cops had arrived to arrest Jeff.
Which would’ve been a fantastic thing—if Reed currently wasn’t in the backseat of a car with his bare ass hanging out and his cock still lodged inside Darcy.
“Crap,” he mumbled. “Don’t make a single sound, Darce.”
Obedience was too much to hope for.
Darcy took one look at the flashing lights, opened her mouth, and howled with laughter.
“Oh my God,” she sputtered between giggles. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
Reed was forced to clamp his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet.
He doubted the officers could hear them, but damn it, he had no desire to get arrested for lewd conduct. On the one occasion he’d had the misfortune of landing in lockup—after a citation for public intoxication he and some fighting buddies were slapped with back when he was twenty—Reed had vowed to become a model citizen. Jail cells were too damn claustrophobic, and he’d be damned if he’d ever feel trapped like that again.
A minute ticked by, then another, until finally the lights on the police cruisers shut off. Footsteps thudded from the far end of the lot, near the club’s back door. Male voices, more footsteps, doors slamming, and then the night was quiet again.
Reed carefully held the condom in place as he withdrew from Darcy’s tight sheath. “I think the coast is clear.”
Humor continued to dance in her eyes. “Am I a total weirdo for kind of wishing they’d caught us?”
“Yes.” His response was swift and unequivocal.
“We would’ve gotten off with a warning,” she protested. “Think of what a great story it could’ve made. All my friends have these awesome stories to tell, but nothing exciting ever happens to me.”
This sure as hell qualified as exciting. He had to give her that.
Reed tucked the condom and torn package in his pocket, wincing as he pictured the mess it would make.
“I’m sure we can find some equally exciting things to do that don’t result in us being arrested,” he said ruefully.
She heaved out a dramatic sigh. “Fine. But I’m holding you to that.”
Darcy wiggled into her pants and climbed back in the front seat, while Reed exited the car through the back door and then walked over to her window. She started the engine before rolling down the window, flashing him a beautiful smile that made his heart skip a beat. “See you tomorrow night?”