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“Ride me, Bailey,” he ordered, shifting us around so he was sitting in the backseat, legs spread open, waiting.
The man was a fucking god. His perfectly sculpted muscles and the light dusting of hair on his chest were the epitome of sexy, but the slightly manic smile on his lips and lust in his eyes did me in.
His small car was cramped, but I didn’t mind in the slightest. I crawled over, and he helped line himself up so I could sink down on him. My hands gripped the headrest behind him, putting my breasts in his face.
He let out a small chuckle before sucking one nipple into his mouth, then the hand that landed on my hip encouraged me to move.
My hips rocked over his, slow and teasing at first, but then I couldn’t take the sedate pace any longer. I lifted up off before slamming back down, using the seat for leverage.
Weston’s moans filled the car. It wasn’t long before he tensed up, reaching between us to swirl his fingers around my clit, bringing me right to the edge with him.
“Come with me, Bailey. Tell me we’ll do this again,” he groaned as his fingers dug into my thighs.
“Fuck yes,” I promised, then I picked up the pace. My legs shook as he teased me right into the next orgasm. The moment my pussy started to clench around him, he came too, my name falling from his lips in a needy whimper.
Fuck, I’d never had car sex before, but this was one of the best sexual encounters of my life. Giving in to him was far easier than I could have ever imagined, and if they taught me how to accept myself and my inner desires, then I knew it would only go up from here.
ChapterTwenty-Four
Bailey
When Weston and I walked back inside, Cyrus, Sterling, and Hayes were waiting in suits. They were ready for an evening out, which had both Weston and I pausing. We’d all agreed to stay in tonight, so this was out of left field.
“Did plans change?” I asked, taking in the sight of their tight, fitted tailored suits. Damn, they cleaned up well. No matter how many times I saw them in a tux, it would never be enough.
Hayes grinned. He looked downright giddy, and it had hope blooming in my chest.
“You found something?”
“Someone,” he clarified. “Get dressed. We can help cover your bruises with makeup if you want.”
“Shit, I forgot about them.” I groaned, holding up my arms. The darker bruising had given way to yellow, but they were still visible. “Let me get dressed first.”
They gave me a solid five minutes to change before Hayes and Weston came bursting in to grab my makeup. Weston held my hands while Hayes worked, brushing foundation over my bruising in light layers until the discoloration wasn’t noticeable.
I felt exposed and vulnerable, but they both sent me reassurance through the bond, not letting me dwell on it.
“The lighting is low at Elevate, so you’ll be fine with this,” he explained. It was such a strange moment, standing there while he sprayed setting spray over his masterpiece and fanned me until it was dry.
“Is this what a Greek goddess felt like?” It was a joke, and they smirked at the teasing.
“This is how a pack takes care of their omega,” Weston countered. “Murder, sex, then a little pampering.”
“Wait, murder and sex? I’m going to need the story,” Hayes said as he handed over the brush for me to do my face.
It was the quickest makeup and hair job of my life, but I was flying high from our afternoon activities and the excitement of having a lead.
“So… this contact?” I asked as I settled between Sterling and Hayes in the backseat.
“An old friend, actually,” Cyrus said. “Someone who said he has information for me. He shares our views on the trafficking ring.”
“Good,” I said. I was personally invested and had a feeling that even when my mission was technically over, I’d still be fighting to help the guys end this ring in North Harbor.
Would it solve trafficking for good? Of course not, but at least our city would be a little less corrupt. Who knew where my future would lead after that. I just knew they’d be in it.
They knew every one of my dirty little secrets now, and I knew most of theirs. I wished it could have been on my terms, not due to the aftermath of literal torture, but, regardless, I felt so much more comfortable and capable around them now that everything was out in the open.
Elevate was a fancy enough restaurant that they were reservation only. The omega hostess heard Cyrus’ name and perked up, putting on her best show. Clearly, he frequented this restaurant.
