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Frowning, I shamelessly listen in on the conversation, too afraid to move.
“Yeah, well, that’s the way it fuckin’ works. No, that’s the wayIfuckin’ work. How about that? Are you threatening me?” he grunts, then clears his throat. “I do not give a single fuck. She might be your goddamn sister, but she’s my woman. Yeah? I’d like to see you fuckin’ try.” He slams the phone down on the table, then lets out a long sigh.
“Come here, buttercup.”
Moving farther outside, I quickly close the door behind me because I’m terrified of snakes and scorpions in all forms getting inside. Hurrying to his side, I stand beside him, my eyes scanning the ground, hoping there aren’t any scorpions but realizing I wouldn’t be able to see them even if there were.
Before I realize what’s happening, his arms are around me and my ass is deposited in his lap. His mouth touches the side of my throat before he leans back with a heavy sigh. I wait, expecting him to tell me what he was talking to my brother about, but he doesn’t.
“Lance?” I ask on a whisper.
I wrap my arms around his neck, my eyes focused on his as I watch him and wait for whatever it is that’s obviously bothering him. One of his hands wraps around my hip, his fingers squeezing as he continues to stare at me.
“Can’t stop thinking about those girls and how they could be you.”
His words are haunted, his eyes the same as he stares at me. Sliding my hands from around his shoulders, I curl my fingers around each side of his throat.
I’m not sure what to say in this moment. I could tell him that it wouldn’t ever be me, but that would be a lie. I could tell him that everything is going to be okay, but that would also be a lie.
I don’t know what tomorrow is going to bring, and when you’ve been on the run for as long as I have been from an abusive piece of shit, you really never know what is going to happen from day to day… ever.
“But it’s not,” I whisper.
Lance hums, then squeezes my hip again. “Douglas is playing with us,” he murmurs.
“Is that what’s bothering you?” I ask.
I wait for him to say something about my brother, but he still stays quiet. He doesn’t say anything immediately as his eyes search mine. They shift to the ground, then slide up, and he stares out at the dark yard almost as if he’s contemplating something.
Whatever it is, he doesn’t inform me. Instead, his hand moves from my hip, shifting down my thigh slightly before he slips his long fingers between my legs.
Sucking in a breath, I grip his throat tighter, my nails digging into his flesh for a moment as his fingers slip through my folds. My eyes flutter closed as one of my legs drops and my foot flattens on the warm concrete to give him more room.
His fingers work me. They swirl my clit, then slip inside of me, then swirl, over and over again, until my breaths come out short and panting. Opening my eyes, I look into his as he plays me, my body climbing higher and higher with each passing moment.
“Lance,” I exhale.
“Come for me, buttercup. I want to feel you come around my fingers, then I want to feel you come around my cock.”
“The guys are out there,” I whimper.
I’m not quite sure I care much. It’s not like I haven’t had sex in the clubhouse with him. They’ve probably all seen me, but this somehow feels different. Either it’s because I’m outside, we’re officially together, or maybe because I’m pregnant. I’m not quite sure.
But it all feels weird.
“Don’t think,” he murmurs. “Just feel.”
I lift my hips. They buck as he continues to touch me. His fingers move inside of me, then he cups me, his palm pressing against my clit as he moves. My head falls back, my eyes still closed as I roll my hips.
Then it flows through me. Warmth slides throughout my entire body, and I tremble as I come. I can feel my pussy clamp down around his fingers, trying to hold them inside of me. When he removes his hand, he reaches for my hips and shifts me around.
Spreading my thighs, I straddle his lap, reaching for the waistband of his underwear. Slipping my hand inside, I wrap my fingers around his length and grip him there firmly. With my other hand, I pull his underwear down as far as I can over his hips.
“Ride me,” he grinds out, his jaw clenched tightly.
Shifting up slightly, his cock still in my hand, I align myself and sink down along his hard length, taking him completely inside of me with a heavy sigh. Lifting my hands, I grip his shoulders. Lance’s hands grip my ass, squeezing me tightly, his fingers digging into my flesh.
“Lance,” I breathe.
