8. Eight
Eight
Sabrina
Three phones ringing is enough to pull me from wherever it is your brain goes when given back-to-back orgasms. While the guys sort out that they have to leave town, I sit on the edge of the bed, sad that this will end too soon.
But my heart does a happy dance when they decide Flame will stay home with me. He can work on parts of the investigation that he can’t do on site.
“I hate this, but if we’re going to do this, we need to make it quick, Sabrina.” Ghost sets his phone down and shifts uncomfortably. It’s oddly reassuring that I’m not the only one struggling with the weight of this moment.
My gaze moves to the viewing window, scanning the crowd. No sign of Ty. Relief washes over me, but Ghost’s fingers gently guide my chin back to him. “Don’t look at them.” His voice is a low rumble. “Focus on us.”
He leans in, his breath warm against my ear. “I’m going to use my fingers first, get you close.” I tilt my head. He senses my confusion. “I have to make sure you come.”
I nod, and he strips from the waist down. No one told me to add a checkbox for simply seeing an erection in person. It takes my breath away and does a lot of other things to my body.
“Not fair.” I reach for the buttons on his shirt as he steps close, but he grabs my wrists.
I startle and yelp.
“Sorry.” Relaxing his grip, he eases my arms away from his abs.
The raised, mottled scars on the back of his hand snake into the cuff of his sleeve. How could I forget? He almost never goes without long sleeves. I’ve seen his scars, the ones on his arms. They’re part of him. But his reaction serves as a reminder of the mental scars, the ones that still hurt.
Shifting in his grip, I bring his hands to my lips and kiss. Looking up from under my lashes, I say, “I should have asked.”
His hardened expression eases and he faintly nods.
As much as I want skin on skin, I don’t press. I’m not sure how long it will be before he can add anything so revealing to a checklist. I gently ask, “How do you want to do this?”
He carries me to an oversized chair and straddles me over his lap. His calloused hands start at my shoulders, tracing a path down my arms until they rest on my thighs. He wraps one arm around me and pulls my body closer, robbing me of the glorious view of his erection standing in front of my sex. My breasts flatten against his broad chest, the thin fabric of my bra meeting his shirt.
Heat radiates from his body. His fingers wedge between us, teasing my sensitive spot. I clutch at his shoulders, my breath coming in ragged gasps. He’s right, this is quick, but it’s also effective.
I’m already close. My body tenses. All I have to do it let go, but I hold out. Ghost’s focused gaze never leaves mine. “That’s it, Sabrina,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl. “You ready?”
I nod.
Using the arm he wrapped around me, he lifts then settles me onto the tip of his cock. My lower lips spread around his strained head. I’m already stretching to accommodate him.
If only they hadn’t gotten a call, I’d beg him to drag this out like when they teased me yesterday. I don’t want this to end.
He watches my expression so I nod again. I’m not able to speak. He inches me onto his insanely hard erection. The sensation is indescribable. ‘Hurts so good’ makes sense now.
His fingers find my clit again, picking up right where we left off, with me teetering at the climax.
My hips buck, taking pacing control away from him. It must surprise him as much as me because he pistons me quickly and growls as my sex tightens rhythmically around him.
My walls stretch around his shaft. He fills me with his large size. Our union is utter perfection. And I fall into the abyss, drifting through a space of us as reality splinters.
I’m so far lost in bliss that it’s hard to tell what’s happening, but as I drift back, I’m pretty sure we came at the same time and the contract is successfully fulfilled.
He holds me to his chest, letting me bask. Flame and Ruckus are dressed and ready, trying to wait patiently.
I don’t want to be the reason they’re late to an investigation. They were told that the next blizzard will destroy evidence. Disregarding urgency could jeopardize their chances for promotion. I can’t be so selfish as to put myself above public safety.
My head lolls to the side as I prepare myself to test drive my legs and see if they’re ready to work.
People are watching, pleasing each other, and themselves. It’s a good thing I didn’t have a year to plan for this. I would have chickened out for sure. Lazily casting my gaze over the assortment of onlookers, I stop cold.
Ty has returned.
“Let’s go.” I jump up, grabbing my dress rather than digging clothes out of my bag.
Flame realizes Ty’s out there and slides the curtain closed. If only I’d have thought to ask him to do that before I displayed myself.
Cum running down my legs should feel sexy. Ty ruined that. I’ll make it a checklist item for later.
My stepbrothers must sense my discomfort and wrap my coat around me, then rush me out of the club.
The roads aren’t great but the blizzard moved on, the plows have run, and we get to their house safely. Ghost and Ruckus pack, then give me hugs and kisses before rushing away.
Why does it hurt so much more to see them go now that we’ve been intimate?