Dipping down, he kisses me hard, his tongue meeting mine in a dance of addicting chaos. I bite at his bottom lip then kiss it, not wanting him to pull away. A finger presses against my opening and warmth builds suddenly, making my body tense. I grab his strong shoulders, and I can’t help but span them out, wanting to feel all of him. He looks built, feels hard against my palms, and I desperately want to see if it’s true.
He slowly presses inside my sex, his large index finger stretching me, and pleasure intensifies to a point I’ve never felt before. My jaw falls lax, and my cheeks flush. I’ve gone years trying to get myself off, only to end up frustrated and unsatisfied. Yet here I am on the side of the road, about to explode any second under Zeek’s fingertips.
“You’re wet as hell,” he whispers. His words, the softness in them makes me close my eyes, stars bursting behind them. Holding my breath, my body comes alive, every nerve ending firing with tingles and pleasure. I can’t hold it all in; I moan a small cry, my body withering beneath him as I combust at his fingertips.
He nips my bottom lip harshly, tugging it with his teeth as he slowly pulls his wet finger from me. Opening my eyes, I find him sticking his fingers in his mouth, tasting me.
He stands up and I follow, my hair full of dirt and my uniform disheveled.
Placing both my hands on my squad car, I pant for air. Realization slams forward—I just had my first orgasm. Guilt suddenly wracks my brain with the impulsiveness I just reacted on. I’ve never been fingered before, and I just came for the first time, all by a notorious outlaw on the side of a road.
“I—” I pause, not sure what to say to him. I liked it, but I shouldn’t have. I want more, but know it’s forbidden. Not just for me, but for him, too.
“See you around, Rookie!” he hollers. My eyes snap from the hood of my car to him, finding him climbing on the back of his bike and taking off.
***
Finally home, I take my bra off and sigh loudly. You think wearing a bra all day is bad, try having a bulletproof vest on top of that. I change my panties—because, well, Zeek ruined those—and slip on my gray capris sweatpants and a peach tank top. Washing my face of my makeup, I let my hair down. I need a shower, but the scent of him lingers on my skin, and a piece of me wants to smell it.
I try not to think of that notion too much.
Curling into myself on my couch, I turn on the TV, and Jinx pads his little feet across the floor before jumping into my lap.
“Hey, buddy, did you miss me?” I scratch under his chin where a little patch of gray sits, and he begins to purr. Thunder booms, and the lights flicker. Both Jinx and I look up at the ceiling. It’s not often we get storms here and I love them. I hope it sticks around.
My phone starts dinging like crazy on the side table, catching my attention. Opening it, I find two missed texts from Alessandra.
I’m so sorry. - A
I had no choice. -A
Furrowing my brows, I write her back.
What are you talking about? - J
Zeek. He cornered me outside The Big Blue restaurant and asked me for your number. I said no at first, but then he did this intense eyebrow thing so… I gave it to him. He’ll be calling you soon. -A
WTF!!?? -J
My heart beats hard against my chest. It’s already bad enough that he knows where I live, but now he has my number? If he texts me, there is no way I can ignore it for very long.
I know, I’m the worst best friend ever. Oh, he also threatened me that if I told anyone, he’d find me. It was pretty hot! -A
I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose.
A text from an unknown number dings. My eyes widen, knowing it’s him.
We need to talk. I’m coming by. It’s not a request. - Unknown
I wince. No, that is not a good idea at all. What could he possibly have to say? I bet he wants to finish what we started earlier, or at the very least talk about it. Does he regret it?
No, you can’t stop by. What do you need to talk about? - J
That’s why I want to come by. I don’t do the phone thing. - Z
I smirk. I don’t think any man likes to talk on the phone.
I would rather meet you somewhere. - J
Us by ourselves is only going to end up one way, that’s for sure. Our bodies seem to have a mind of their own when they’re near each other. A spell-binding lust neither of us can explain nor break.
Yeah, that’s a smart idea. Let’s meet where everyone can see us together. - Z
He’s being sarcastic. What an asshole. He has a point, though. Being together in public is not a good idea. Someone could see us, and I could lose my job. Who knows what his men would do to him. This whole thing is just ridiculous.
No. There is nothing to say. - J
A loud knock sounds at my door. I freeze. Panic rushing through my system like the Nile. Stepping up to the door, I look through the peephole. Zeek’s intense brown eyes look right back at me.
“Open the door.” His voice is low and husky.
Glancing down, my comfy clothes stare back at me. I’m really dressed down. Shit. Jinx purrs, rubbing against my legs.