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Gage
Jesus.
Her body is right there beneath mine, my chest pressed to her back, her ass firm against my crotch.
I can feel the heat of her through our clothes, and it just adds to the heat of everything else coursing through me. I’m fucking pissed off at her attitude and the way she refuses to tell me anything that would be helpful. We could have just killed her for what she did, for testing us and being so close-mouthed about everything, but we didn’t.
We gave her a chance, and she’s acting likewe’rethe ones putting her out.
My blood is pumping through my body, and I can hear it pounding in my ears. My hand itches, as if it wants to grab my gun and get rid of this wildcat right now before she can cause us any more trouble.
But still, despite all of that—or maybe because of it—my cock throbs insistently, wanting to press harder against her and feel more of her heat and softness.
I know she can tell. She can clearly feel my cock pressed to her ass, and she lets out another soft groan as she shifts beneath me.
It’s like she’s teasing me, and that just makes my fury burn even hotter. It’s not a fucking game, and she’s acting like she’s playing to win.
I release my grip on her with one hand and shove it down between us, cupping her through her pants. She sucks in a sharp breath, grinding forward against my palm.
Like she can’t help her reaction to me.
Fuck. Goddammit.
I can’t fucking help myself.
Keeping her boxed in, pressed over the hood of the car, I slide my fingers over her jeans-covered pussy. I can feel the heat of her even through her clothes, and with her back pressed against me, I’m aware of every slight hitch in her breath as I tease her with my fingertips, moving them back and forth over her clit.
She shivers, and I press a little harder, sliding my fingers lower to tease her entrance. I can’t put them inside her because her pants are in the way, but I press harder anyway, grinding the heel of my hand against her clit. It’s enough to make her whine softly, her hips rolling against my touch, seeking more.
I use my weight to pin her down against the car, making sure she can’t move. My cock throbs against the soft curve of her ass as she arches her back a little.
“We have neighbors,” I remind her again, my voice hoarse. “You don’t want them to hear this, do you?”
River growls under her breath and stills her hips, breathing hard through her nose like she doesn’t want to give me the satisfaction of a reaction.
I narrow my eyes and grind my hand against her even more, then slide my fingers up and tease her clit through her jeans. A gasp escapes her rigid silence, and her hips jerk and then stop, as if she wants to ride my hand but won’t let herself.
I don’t say anything, just keep touching her. My cock is like iron, hard and throbbing, straining painfully against my zipper. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, or how the hell this happened. How we went from fighting to dry humping against the car.
“Are you going to tell me what I want to know?” I murmur in her ear, rocking into her and making the car sway a little beneath us. “So that I can be sure we can trust you?”
“You can trust that I want to kill Ivan,” she shoots back, her voice breathy and strained. “That’ll have to be good enough.”
“What if I say it’s not?” My cock grinds against her ass, and I grit my teeth harder, letting out a shuddering breath.
She chokes off a moan in her throat, shaking her head as much as she can with the limited range of motion her position allows. “Then I’d say fuck you.”
I laugh darkly. Our bodies are moving together, hips rolling and grinding, giving and seeking friction. I find her clit with my fingers again and pinch it through the fabric of her jeans. “Sorry, sweetheart. Nice offer, but I told you, we have neighbors.”
“Fuck you,” she repeats, more bite in her voice as she thrusts back against me hard, and I can tell she’s getting close to falling apart. She’s grinding against my hand openly now, her lips parted as she bumps her ass against my hips, mimicking the motions of a deep fuck.
“Again. Neighbors.”
Even as I say the words, I work her clit harder. My cock is pulsing, the mental image of fucking her for real over the hood of this car driving me so crazy that my balls are drawing up tight, heat radiating through me. If we don’t stop this soon, I’m gonna come in my fucking pants, and I won’t let that happen.
Because this isn’t about pleasure.
