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It was all too easy to flip my finger underneath the last bit of fabric separating my skin from hers, teasing at the wetness gathered at her opening. Wren tilted her hips, urging the tip of my finger to dip inside her.
“Greedy,” I murmured over the loud instrumental music of the movie, flashes of light from the screen just barely allowing me to see the desire written across Wren’s face as I touched her.
I pressed my finger deeper, wishing I could watch her swallow the digit underneath the blanket. Then I added a second, just to feel her clench around my fingers, to hear the noises she made when she was full of me. I was rewarded with a moan, Wren biting on her lip to stifle the sound.
“Keep quiet, little bird,” I whispered in her ear, nibbling on the edge just to feel her squeeze around my fingers. “You don’t want anyone to hear you and catch on to us.”
Wren tightened further around me at my words, and I pressed my fingers harder, making her whimper. “Or do you like the idea of someone catching you? Knowing we’re so close to getting caught?”
I didn’t need her to answer to know it was the truth. My little bird was more of an exhibitionist than I thought, enjoying the thought of being caught. Her eyes flicked for a moment to the couples sitting around us, only a half a dozen yards between our blanket and theirs, and I watched the arousal dim a bit in her eyes. Unwilling to stop, I adjusted her until she could press her lips against my shoulder, helping her keep quiet even as I increased my pace. “Don’t worry, they won’t hear. Besides, do you think you’re the only one getting fucked beneath a blanket?” I asked.
Wren bucked her hips against my hand, allowing my fingers to press deeper inside her, until I could curve my fingers to press against the spot I knew made her see stars. She couldn’t respond, her lips pressed so tightly to my shoulder I worried she might bruise. But I could feel how tight she grew around me, the arousal that seeped around my fingers, giving me her answer even if she couldn’t voice it.
“You like that, Wren? Knowing we’re not the only ones being dirty underneath the blankets? That your noises might make someone else want to touch their partner, hear those same sounds?”
With effort, Wren reached down to grab my wrist, stilling my movements. She turned her head, accepting my kiss with an open mouth, allowing our tongues to clash for a few moments before she pulled back.
“I want you,” she whispered against my mouth, sucking my bottom lip between her teeth. Without waiting for a response, she adjusted her clothes and snuck from under the blanket, walking casually away from our spot on the blanket and making her way through the trees, back toward the parking lot.
I followed close behind, straying to the far side of the small forest surrounding the parking lot, staying out of Wren’s eyeline. Thanks to the training and tips Dev had provided when I first joined the team, my footsteps were almost silent across the fallen leaves.
As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, the brightness of the movie screen long forgotten, I saw Wren’s small form creeping among the trees, her head continually looking behind her, as if searching. I smiled, wondering if the fear of being alone in the darkness and unable to find me only made her more needy, her thighs growing slicker under her jeans.
She reached the edge of the forest, eyes focused on my car across the lot, and that was when I made my move. I ran quickly but quietly, eyes on Wren as she walked the last few feet to the car. Then I struck, wrapping one arm around her waist while the other clamped over her mouth, muffling the scream that came moments later.
It only took a couple seconds for Wren’s scream to die off, as she recognized the feel of me wrapped around her. She slumped in my arms, the adrenaline of escape turning to something else as my hand crept down. I cupped her between the legs, reveling in the sound of her whimper as I pressed her into the side of my car.
Within moments, the door was unlocked, and I sat in the backseat, urging Wren onto my lap. She straddled me without prompting, mouth and hands on my body as she began a slow grind against me. But the friction of our clothes wasn’t enough for my needy little bird, and after a couple minutes she was pulling at my clothes and her own in turn, urging me in a desperate voice, “Take it off.”
Her lips met mine between removing items of clothing, both of us unwilling to keep away from the other for long. Wren tugged my shirt off, then her own, and we both shimmied our pants down. Wren wasn’t wearing a bra, snapping my control and making me tear her underwear down her legs, not caring when they snapped halfway to her knees.
Wren took the rest of my clothes off, throwing the items in haphazard directions until we were both naked, our skin pressed to the other’s. I settled one of her thighs under mine, pulling her close enough that our clits touched, our shared wetness making obscene noises as Wren grinded against me.
The windows fogged up, and anyone who walked by would know what was going on inside, but that only seemed to spur Wren on further as she rocked her hips harder against mine, getting us both closer to the edge. She held my shoulders for balance as I pinched at her nipples, rolling the brown buds underneath my fingers, living for the breathy moans she made.
Finally, Wren’s hips stuttered against mine, moving quicker as she reached her orgasm, head tilting back to expose her neck, and I could feel the ends of her hair hit the knee I had wrapped around her hip. The sight of Wren above me, shouting my name as she came, her nails digging into my skin hard enough to leave marks, the feeling of her pussy rocking against mine, was enough to have me following close after.
Chapter23
Bex
The sun beganto set outside the wide windows ofIn Bloom, streets empty as parents got their children fed before trick-or-treating and adults got dressed in their costumes for the parties that would happen further downtown. The fall chill had finally come to stay, leaving just enough bite in the air to make it truly feel like Halloween. That was, if we made it to Dev’s in time to celebrate.
“Better hurry up, lovely,” I told Wren as she finished a fall-themed arrangement for pickup the next day. She’d been nit-picking at the arrangement, moving a couple flowers back and forth for the last fifteen minutes. Her focus on her work was usually adorable, but tonight we were already running late.
“One more minute!” she called out.
“You’re going to miss the cute kid costumes,” I cajoled her, reminding her of the reason we were on a deadline.
This was the first Halloween since she’d moved to the east coast that she had friends who owned a house, allowing her to see all the little trick-or-treaters in their costumes. Ames and Alex were too far out for any trick-or-treaters to show up, their long driveway enough of a deterrent, but Dev’s townhouse was suburban enough to attract them. We were all supposed to be gathering there before sunset, when Dev claimed “all the kids descended on the houses begging for candy like hungry beasts.”
“Okay, done!” She shouted, running the arrangement over to the walk-in fridge and dropping it off before grabbing her bag, “I’m going to change really quickly, then we’ll go.”
I waved her off, packing up my computer and wiping the excess stems and leaves Wren left on the counter into the compost bin so she wouldn’t start tomorrow with a mess.
The front door of the shop chimed as I finished sweeping off the counter, and I rolled my eyes at whoever couldn’t read the closed sign I’d flipped over over ten minutes ago. “We’re closed,” I called over my shoulder. “We open tomorrow morning at nine.”
“I’m not here for flowers,” a low voice rumbled behind me, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up too late. I turned around to a gun pointed at my face. I recognized its owner immediately, his cold, dead eyes flicking over me with barely-concealed excitement.
