24. Ember
EMBER
NOTHING MATTERS – THE LAST DINNER PARTY
Walking back to Warner’s SUV, I feel lighter than I have in a long time. It doesn’t make sense. Not with the monumental task that lies ahead or Tom’s warning about the legality of working with Gunnar Slaughter ringing in our ears.
But fuck it.
My hand is wrapped up in Warner’s dry palm, and I don’t feel any fear. He proudly stood in front of Tom to bare all. We both did. Despite the awkwardness, I know my brother will come around. Tom would never cut Warner out of his life, and I think he finally realises that.
“We’re due at HQ to go over travel arrangements with the directors.” Warner clicks the key fob to unlock his car. “Hudson’s been questioning Gunnar all day to get the full picture of what we’re walking into.”
“And?” I prompt.
“It doesn’t sound good, Em. Nolan Madden has a decent crew behind him now. He’s ready for a fight. If Gael’s already there… we could be up against significant firepower.”
“Madden’s been off the grid since you cleaned house when Blaine was arrested. How has he amassed any amount of followers since then?”
“Power and influence.” Warner opens my door for me. “His two languages.”
“Well, it’s high time we learned to speak them too.”
Waiting for him to climb in after me, I check our group chat for messages. The others are all together, making preparations with the Intelligence department and Falcon Team. Despite our differences, Archer, Oscar and Kyle have all agreed to join the op.
Warner stares ahead at the road as we wind out of Marylebone and head across the city towards Sabre HQ. With each passing mile, the countdown to our departure grows ever closer. Not even the promise of the private jet can make the four hour flight sound any more appealing.
When I squirm in my seat for the fifth time, Warner reaches a hand over the console to clasp my thigh. “Breathe.”
“How can you be so calm?”
“We need to keep our heads clear if we’re going to pull this off.”
Fingers curling, he attempts to soothe me with gentle strokes. It has the opposite effect. Everywhere he touches starts to tingle, skin prickling beneath thick denim, making my heart race.
I let my eyes close while shifting into his hand, encouraging him to move higher up my inner thigh. Between the cool leather seat cupping my body and his fingers digging deeper into my leg, nervous anticipation melts into a pressing need for any form of relief.
He shifts behind the wheel, knuckles clenched tight. That doesn’t stop his nails from scraping over the seam of my jeans, right above where my core is waking up. Each slow tease makes heat swirl inside me, filling my extremities with trickling warmth.
“You okay, love?”
“Yes,” I reply breathily. “Can you pull over?”
“We’re in the middle of the city, Em.”
“Then hurry up and drive faster.”
Warner chuckles under his breath, now rubbing circles against my denim-covered crotch. The friction is electrifying. I can feel the pressure on my clit, but it’s held back by layers of fabric that I’m longing for him to tear off.
Impatience forces me to shove his hand aside, unfastening my seatbelt to click it back into place behind me so I’m freed up in the seat. Warner gives me the side eye, attempting to focus on the road but obviously distracted by me straining over the car’s centre console.
“What are you doing?” he asks suspiciously.
“Just drive.”
Reaching for his belt, I make short work of unfastening the thick leather to free his zipper. He’s wearing boxers underneath. That doesn’t stop me from stretching to slip a hand inside and feel for his already-hard length.
“Fucking hell, Em. You need to stop.”
“You need to focus on the road.” I slide my hand around the bulge trying to punch through his boxers.
“Little hard to do with your hand on my cock.”
“Well, learn fast… My hand isn’t staying here for long.”
Sliding his dick free, I take a second to appreciate the thick, generous shaft. He’s slightly smaller than the other two, but not by much. Still broad enough to fill my palm, the corded steel pulsating with heat.
When I replace my hand with my mouth, Warner unleashes a slew of curses. I’m folded over the console to reach his lap, allowing me to eagerly suck him in. Hearing him muttering above me is damn exhilarating, accelerating the throb between my thighs.
It isn’t the most comfortable position, but I don’t let that stop me from working my mouth up and down on his cock. With each pull, I take another inch between my lips, tongue swirling over the velvety head.
Not even the sound of the SUV’s engine rumbling as he accelerates can deter me. I’ve got Warner trapped. Pinned to his seat by my mouth worshipping the one part of him that he hasn’t given me.
Yet.
I’m going to change that.
Wrapping my hand around the base of his dick, I pump his length in time to each lick and suck. He’s a growling mess, veering through traffic fast enough to test my balance. On what feels like a sharp turn, I fall forwards an inch, causing him to breach the back of my throat.
“Oh, fuck,” Warner hisses out. “Love, please. You’re going to kill me.”
After our last interruption, I’m the one feeling fit to burst. Knowing that he sat there and listened to the sound of his enforcer ploughing into me is too much. I wish he’d walked in to join Axel and Hyland.
A warm hand clasps the back of my neck and pulls, encouraging my head to lift. Warner keeps one eye on the road while guiding me back into my seat, leaving his cock bare and glistening.
“Fine. You want to play?”
“Yes,” I hum.
“Then sit there and touch yourself like a good girl, Em. Get your cunt wet and dripping for me. The minute we’ve parked, I’m going to slide straight into it.”
A rolling spasm bolts through me, sending nerve endings into overdrive. My hands shake as I reach for my waistband to work on rolling down my jeans. With the SUV’s tinted windows, I don’t have any qualms about kicking them off with my shoes.
I’m left in rapidly soaking panties and a cropped tee, exposing my belly. Warner spares me a hungry glance, keeping a hand on the wheel while lowering the other to grab hold of himself.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Goddammit.” He licks his lips. “Put one hand beneath your shirt. I want you to find your gorgeous tits and play with your nipples. Tell me how it feels.”
Breath short, I skate my fingertips over my belly then beneath my shirt. I’m wearing a stretchy sports bra underneath, the elastic soft and malleable. It easily gives to allow me access to my breast.
My head presses into the seat as I take a handful and squeeze, thumb rubbing over my firm nipple. Warner touches himself while navigating the traffic lights ahead, his hand still slicking over his length.
“I wish you were touching me,” I moan.
“Are your nipples hard, love?”
“Yes. Fuck, I want you so badly.”
“Not yet. You need to get yourself ready first.”
This bossy, sexy Warner is going to drive me insane. I whimper under my breath while tweaking my nipple, tugging it into a stiff peak. It’s still not enough to satiate me.
“Lower now,” Warner commands without looking at me. “Find your pussy.”
I bite down on my lower lip, releasing my breast to drop my attention downward. Gooseflesh covers my naked legs, despite the heat pouring through the cotton that imprisons my core.
When I dip a finger beneath the elastic to hover over my pussy, another moan escapes. I’m soaking. Heat trickles from my entrance onto my lips, saturating the thin panties.
“Go slow, Em. Tell me how wet it is.”
“So wet,” I whine in need. “Please.”
“Push a finger inside for me.”
I’m powerless to refuse his dominance. My hand has taken on a life of its own. Sliding a digit through sticky moisture, I swirl it over my tight hole then press inside to find some relief.
“Fuck. Warner… Please. God.”
“Play with your cunt, Em. Stretch yourself open for me.”
Each dirty word is like liquid endorphins pickling my brain. I pump my index finger in and out of my hole, circling with each rotation until I’m arching against the seat’s soft leather.
We’re deep in the city now, our faces illuminated by passing traffic. Yet no one can see that I’m spread wide open, one foot wedged against the door, giving me access to my pussy.
It feels illicit. Forbidden. The thrill only soaks my hand more as I toy with myself, easing a second finger inside then scissoring the pair to find a new level of intensity.
“That’s it,” Warner praises. “Good girl.”
“I’m so wet for you,” I confess.
“Perfect, love. Keep playing with that pretty cunt now.”
My eyes flutter shut, allowing me to focus on the sound of his voice. His short, heavy breathing. The maddening sound of him getting off to my pleasure. Rumbling vibrations coming from the car’s engine, intensifying each iteration of desire.
I roll my clit in teasing circles, adding pressure to the miasma of sensations saturating my bloodstream.
Just performing for him is enough to make my muscles tense in delicious anticipation.
I want to sit on his face again. I want to taste his cock.
I want to let him make his mark on me for the first fucking time.
I want it all.
I want him.
At the sound of Warner’s low growling, I feel myself clench. Every neuron misfiring in my brain synchronises in perfect agreement. Warmth floods my fingers as I cry out, revelling in the short, rapid release that getting myself off brings.
“That’s my fucking girl.” His sexy rasp is lighter fluid on the flames smouldering my body. “You’re breathtaking when you come.”
I blink past a dizzy blur, seeing HQ’s towering monstrosity rising high above us. Warner tucks his straining erection away long enough to pull up to the parking garage’s security system. Unashamed, I pull my hand free but make no move to cover up.