Chapter 22 Evie #2
“Are you only going to tease me again?” I asked, not sure how I got the words out.
“Again? When did I tease you the first time?” he asked.
“You put me on my knees at the Ledges,” I said, heat pooling between my thighs.
His fingers trailed down my cheek until they rested on my chin, his thumb running mindlessly along my bottom lip.
I couldn’t believe how well this man knew me—he was in control, yet every action he took felt meant just for me.
He laughed again. “And did you get on your knees to please because you knew it was me? Or do you like to be used by strange men in the woods?”
“Woods, cemeteries . . . any dark place where a man can finally take control of the situation and finally give me an orgasm,” I said, grinning at him.
“I told you to stick out your tongue, not beg for an orgasm. I already know what you want, little psycho.”
I stuck out my tongue, not saying another word even if I would normally snap back at him. I didn’t want anything to break this spell.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect. How can one beautiful woman be so wild and so willing to please at the same time?”
I didn’t answer, but I didn’t have to. Before I had a chance, Aiden was pulling me to my feet.
“Swing on,” he ordered, waiting as I swung my leg over the bike—the same bike I’d ridden a hundred times, always secretly imagining this exact moment.
He shoved me onto the seat, my spine colliding with the cool leather as he forced my wrists down onto the handlebars. His grip was unrelenting, the steel of his fingers locking me in place.
“Hold on, Psycho,” he growled, breath hot against my ear. “Don’t you dare move.”
I opened my mouth to snap back, but the sound caught in my throat as his other hand slid between my thighs, rough and possessive, like he’d been waiting all night for this.
His hand slid down, yanking at my waistband. The fabric gave easily, dragging down just far enough that the night air hit my bare skin. His breath caught, then darkened into a laugh.
“No panties, Psycho? You rode all the way here like that?
“You’re dripping all over my seat already,” he murmured, dragging his fingers against me, slow at first, taunting. “You think anyone who walks by won’t know exactly what I’m doing to you? You think they won’t see my girl fall apart on my bike like a fucking needy mess?”
“Aiden,” I hissed, half threat, half plea.
He groaned, the sound rolling more pleasure through me. “That’s perfect. Say my name as you come,” he said, his voice low and lethal. Then his fingers pushed harder into me, faster, ruthless in a way only he could be. My breath came out in ragged, broken gasps.
The pressure built sharp and fast, my thighs trembling, my body straining against the unmovable lock of his command. He didn’t let up, didn’t give me space to breathe. My head dropped back, my hair sticking to my damp skin, a desperate sound tearing from my throat.
“Fuck. You love this,” he said, his fingers pounding into me mercilessly. “You love that you can’t do a damn thing but take it. You love that—for this moment—you are mine.”
The world blurred. Every nerve snapped tight, the burn of leather beneath me, his words in my ear, his fingers driving me right over the edge.
My release hit, it ripped through me—violent and unrelenting. My body convulsed against the handlebars, wrists aching under his grip as my cry split the night. He held me there, forcing me to feel every pulse, every wave, until I thought I’d shatter.
Only then did he ease, his laugh dark and satisfied as he leaned in, lips grazing the side of my neck. “Good girl. My filthy, perfect little psycho.”
My body went limp against the bike, my breaths ragged, my wrists still holding on to the handlebars with a death grip.
He didn’t let go immediately, holding me there until the last shiver ran through me.
Only then did Aiden ease his fingers from me—one hand sliding up my back, the other curling around one of my hands.
“Easy, Psycho,” he murmured, almost gentle now, his lips brushing my ear. “Breathe for me.”
I sagged into the bike, too wrung out to speak. His hand smoothed down my spine once, steady and grounding, before he finally let me go.
His phone rang, Rook’s name flashing across the screen, and I could see the moment he snapped back to reality.
Our reality.
The one he thought we couldn’t be together in.
Did my brother really have to have such horrible timing?
“Fuck. We need to go.”
“What? We aren’t done.”
He turned the phone to face me, an urgent text from Rook to get back to the shop asap for a job he and Aiden had to do last minute.
“He really can’t take someone else?”
“He thinks I’m already home with you. I doubt he expected us to make a stop along the way.”
“Aiden, come on, we—”
“We need to leave,” he added with a smile.
I shoved my helmet on, hiding my annoyance, and I zipped up my jacket. He looked down, frowning.
“I’m pretty sure you promised those would be out.”
“And I knew you would panic if I did,” I said, teasing him. “How would it look pulling up to the house with my boobs out, Aiden?”
His eyes went heavy, heat filling them as he looked down. The jacket covered everything, but it was clear he didn’t want it to.
I pulled at the zipper, inching it down as he watched.
The wanting made me hot all over again, my core tightening.
My hand threaded into his hair, bringing his head down until his mouth captured my nipple. He didn’t hesitate, pulling it into his mouth and rolling it gently with his teeth.
My head fell back, letting the pricking need for more wash over me. I yanked on his hair, forcing him to the next breast. He did it again, making me moan this time.
Devastation filled his eyes as I pulled him away.
“Looks like I’m going to have to keep them pressed on you now or they will freeze.”
“You know you can’t. Somebody is going to see us when we get home.”
“Like you could stop me.”
He shook his head. “I don’t call you psycho for nothing.”
“I know,” I said with a happy sigh. “I’m so glad you love it.”
My helmet slipped over my hair, sealing me in with my own thoughts as I swung on behind him.
I pressed forward, my breasts tight against his back and I felt him stiffen beneath me.
I leaned a little further, daring. He didn’t stop me. He couldn’t. And that, more than anything, made me feel alive.