He’s still wearing the dark blue polo for his job, all the buttons undone and open. To make him even sexier, he’s wearing his glasses, which have always been a soft spot for me. However, they do nothing to hide the deep furrow of his brow or the intensity of his near glowing green eyes. Even his jaw is locked in a tense bite.
I’m nothing but a deer in headlights. A gushing wet deer, because the sheer want he’s directing at me hits straight at my clit. Heat rages through me in an avoidable ripple, setting off every nerve.
He’s a determined man on a mission, and no one will stop him.
I’m that mission.
The intensity is so strong it forces me to step back, flight or fight kicking in. My chest burns as I blow out an unsteady breath. He’s feet from me, forcing me to withdraw more until my back is against the wall, but unable to run because my body is begging to let him do what he’s looking for.
“B-Brayden, what—”
His expression stops me. One of his strong arms swoops around my waist. He doesn’t miss a step as he pulls me with him, down the hall.
We turn a corner and he pushes me against the wall, lips smashing against mine. His tongue laps my mouth open as his body presses into me. Desperate need and pent-up desire drive him.
Devouring me with his mouth, and I don’t want him to stop.
Leaving me a panting, breathless mess when he pulls away. The edge is softer in his eyes, but the maddening desire is tenfold. It’s been days, and I missed this. Need this, despite the protests I tell myself.
I’m a dumbstruck doll, letting him do things to me where people can see. People we know—friends, enemies—are all in the theater tonight. I’ve seen them.
But I don’t stop him from forcing my legs open or his hands as they grab onto my thighs, pulling my skirt up. His fingers sink into my ass cheeks, pulling them apart and pushing them together as he picks me up.
I don’t fight it.
Not even as his hard cock rocks against my *, digging in, grinding me into the wall.
His hips keep thrusting as he pulls back and rests his forehead against mine. Every one of his muscles is taut, desperate for a release. Everything about him is rough, dangerous, and has me so freaking lust high I’ll let him fuck me right here if he asks.
“I fucking need you, Kira. Now.”
The temptation to pull out his cock is only stifled by the giggle of a group of preteens as they walk by. It’s the proverbial cold splash of water I need.
The reminder that it’s not safe here, that anyone can see us right now. That if we’re caught, everyone will know. Fuck the fact that he’s my stepbrother, which is a bad enough bunch of gossip and ridicule, but I don’t want to have to explain to my mom that I was thrown in jail for having sex in public.
“Not here,” I manage to say. “Too many people.”
He pulls back, but doesn’t let go. “Come with me.”
When he starts to walk, I pull back against him. “Brayden, my friends are waiting for me. I can’t go back to your apartment right now.”
He shakes his head and grabs my wrist as he drags me down the hall. “I can’t wait that long.”
“So where—”
He cuts me off. “I know the manager. Told him I needed to borrow the break room.”
We step through a door with an Employees Only sign and into a nondescript cinder block hall.
As soon as the door closes, I wrench my arm from his grip. “And does he know what for?”
His jaw ticks, and he adjusts his glasses. “Yes.” The word is gruff.
“Brayden.”
“He doesn’t know who, Kira. Just told him I needed time with a girl.”
My jaw juts out, and I cross my arms in front of me. “A girl? So, this is a habit of—”
I’m cut off again as he curses under his breath and lifts me up and over his shoulder in one smooth move, making me yelp.
It takes me a second to gain my bearings, but he’s already storming down the hall. All I can see are the back of his legs and the floor. I crane my head up, noting the camera sitting above the door we walked through.
It’s not the only one.
Shit.
Someone’s been getting a show. Someone we may know is watching us.
Someone who may know what’s coming, because he’s probably done this before.
Blood pulses through my veins in a growing, heated fury.
“Answer me, asshole!” I slam my fists into his lower back. “Is this one of you and your buddies’ designated spot where you fuck girls?”
There were such spots. Over the years, on more than one occasion, I watched guys take different girls down secret corridors, much like this.
How many girls has he fucked here? How many girls are dying and have died to be whisked away like this to some secret spot?
“Not here,” is all he says.
Not here? Confirming that he has fuck spots around town, but saying he hasn’t done it here. I don’t believe it, believe him.
A door slams open and we move out of the corridor and into another one, passing yet another camera. I flip off whoever might be watching.
“Put me down!” I begin to struggle against him, trying to push off him, but his arm is wrapped against my leg, hand latched only inches from my *.
“Calm down! Kira, I wouldn’t take you to any of those spots.”