Page 22 of Veiled

“I’ll meet you in a minute,” I promise, then I start pushing through the crowd bouncing to “Jump” by Kris Kross, and toward the bar where I last spotted Matt.

“Hey, I’m taking off,” I tell him, not missing the dirty look the girl he’s talking with gives me. She clearly has every intention of leaving with him tonight, and she wants to make sure I’m not here to get in her way. Putting her mind at ease, I add, “I’ll see you for family brunch tomorrow.”

He lets out a low chuckle as he finally picks up on what’s happening. “Yeah. You sure you’re good to get back on your own?”

“I could…but I’m not leaving alone.” His face breaks into a shit-eating grin, but he doesn’t say anything. “Will you tell the rest of the group bye for me when you make it that way? I almost lost a foot trying to weave through everyone to get to you.”

“Sure will. Now go have fun.”

“You too!” I say with a wink before turning and heading for the door where Aiden is already waiting.

Our exit is perfectly timed as we hear a loud crash that’s quickly drowned out by shouting right as we’re stepping out into the fresh air.

We climb into the taxi, and he gives the driver our destination before pulling me back to the middle seat.

His hand rubs slow circles on my thigh, teasing below the hem of my skirt. Scooting myself forward a little, I hope his hands will move closer to where I need them.

Leaning down, he whispers, “Can you be quiet?”

I look up at him through my eyelashes, nodding.

“Good girl,” he growls, and oh my gods does that do something to me. “Spread those pretty legs of yours for me.”

My legs are falling apart for him without a second thought. His hand glides up my thigh before dipping under my skirt. When his fingers reach my lacey underwear, he rubs my clit through my underwear, “You’re already so wet for me, Ana.”

I press my lips together as I shift on the seat, the movement only pulling me closer to him. It’s been over a year since anyone has touched me like this, and my body is responding to him before my mind can even catch up.

Aiden’s finger slides the thin material to the side before his middle finger slides into me.

The evidence of my desire around his pumping finger echoes in the silent car, and I’m sure the driver hears before he turns the radio on. I can’t even bring myself to care, though, as pleasure builds between my thighs.

I let out the faintest moan when he pushes his finger deep into me and curls, but to my complete frustration, he pulls out.

“If you can’t do as you’re told, maybe I need to make you wait until we’re back at Scion.”

“Nooo,” I breathlessly whine, desperate for him to keep touching me.

“Ask me nicely.”

“Please, Aiden. Don’t stop.”

His growly voice rumbles in my ear, “That’s what I plan to hear all night tonight.”

Not making me wait another second, he plunges two fingers into me. My lip may be bleeding from how hard I bite down, trying my damndest to stay quiet.

His palm rubs against my bundle of nerves as he works me like he was given a gods damned map to my body, curling and uncurling his fingers exactly how I like it.

Only twenty-five yards from the gate, he whispers into my ear, “I’m not stopping until you come all over my fingers, Ana. So are you going to be a good girl and come for me now, or do you want those guards watching you fall apart for me?”

Another moan escapes me, but he doesn’t stop.

“Oh, you like that, huh? You want them to get themselves off later, imagining it's their fingers inside your dripping cunt?”

I imagine us being caught, I imagine them being jealous of the way he’s making me feel, and the rush gives me the last push I need. I bury my face in his arm, the only attempt I can make to quiet my moans as I fall apart in the backseat of this damn taxi.

“That’s one.” He smiles smugly, pulling his glistening fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean. “Mmm sweet like honey.”

My bedroom door hasn’t even clicked shut before we’re kissing, groaning, and tearing at each other’s shirts.