33. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
“Wow, it’s dark out here,” I mutter to myself, passing the last gas station before entering Blue Diamond Desert.
According to the Las Vegas Visitor website, one quarter mile on Route 160 West past the convenience store is deserted.
Completely.
A spike of fear sends quivers down my spine that I’m letting a stranger on an app fuck me. But that’s what City Sinners is for. I haven’t seen any news reports of women gone missing who’ve used the app.
Let’s hope I’m not the first.
Plus, I’m not naive when it comes to technology. App users leave an electronic footprint when they log in. Cell phones are tracked. There are probably easier ways to kill a woman and get away with it, than to do it at an agreed-upon location in a public app.
We didn’t set an exact location. Johnny has to find my car which I hope riles him up, challenges him, gets him excited.
He set the bar pretty high, promising me multiple orgasms.
Only from reading smutty romance novels do I know what to expect as far as sexual positions, and erogenous zones. For both men and women.
Eoghan invades my mind as I picture myself in multiple positions with him. I pause, lifting my foot off the gas. He wanted to sleep with me again, but I turned him down.
Why?
I pull over, swallowing a painful lump. “What am I doing?”
Why am I taking this risk with a stranger when I can be with a man who has the goods to satisfy me?
That satisfaction comes with enough marionet strings to run a kid’s puppet show. He’s a possessive mafia man who probably only wants a trophy wife.
Thisis just a hook up. If Johnny exaggerated his prowess, then I won’t see him again.
Simple.
MaybeI’ll give Eoghan another chance. Discretion benefits him, too.
I swing my car onto the highway and take the hidden state access road right before entering Blue Diamond. Finding a safe shoulder, I pull over.
When I turn off my lights, blackness surrounds me, even inside the car. “Holy shit.” Without my headlights, I could have run over someone.
Fear rakes through me, but excitement thumps my clit. The mixture teeters me on an edge with a steep downfall.
Stunned by the darkness, I nearly forget that I’m supposed to be in the backseat. Playing with myself. And Rocco. Who I forgot.
Shoot.
I close my eyes and reach between my legs. There’s no harm in fantasizing it’s Eoghan. That’s the beauty of anonymous sex. A cock is a cock.
Closing my eyes and slowing my breath, I let lust roll over me. Eoghan was so powerful, I remember the feel of him inside me whenever my thighs clench.
The hum of an engine and the sound of tires on gravel wrenches my eyes open. A blast of light shines through my back windshield.
Johnny.
I scurry into the backseat, knowing my round ass is exposed. I wore a red T-shirt dress, sans bra with a lace thong, and sexy espadrille sandals. I kept my hair long so if I get naked, it will spill out and soften my broad shoulders.
Sitting in the backseat, I reach between my legs again.
Damn, I am so wet.
I’ve been soaked and on fire since Eoghan screwed me like there’s no tomorrow. Christ, he owns me. He said I was his. And he’s right. I can’t stop thinking about him.
The car’s engine cuts and so do the lights, except for the low beams.
That right there tells me it’s Johnny. If this was someone else checking on me, they’d certainly keep on their lights full blast.
I hold my breath as the blood rushes through my ears. I glance behind me to see out the back window and shudder.
A man swaggers up to my car. Fog lifting off the asphalt frames him. He’s tall, built with wide shoulders and thick thighs in tight jeans. Those abs he showed me leaves me more perplexed.
Why does this man need a hook-up app?
Unless it’s not Johnny, and I’m a sitting duck for someone who would really hurt me. But I keep the door locked until I see the Post-it.
Maybe I should text Trista and let her know my location in case this goes horribly wrong.
But having no safety nets adds to the excitement. Living on the edges. Jumping off the ledges and right onto the dick of a really built stranger who’s ready to ravage me.
On the side of the road!
A brawny hand slams on the window behind the driver’s side making me jump.
It’s a yellow sticky note. It’s dark, but with a sliver of moonlight from passing thick clouds above, I make out something on the front. It’s a pencil drawing of a ruler with the 8” mark ticked off.
Aka: Here’s Johnny!
His hulking figure fills the frame of the window. The floating mist mixes with the darkness. He faces me, and I’m startled to see he’s wearing a black leather mask with silver studs and zippers like a BDSM Master would wear.
We stare, and it’s his chance to take me in. All of me. My face, my hips, my thighs.
“Last chance,” I whisper, wondering if he’ll see my thick body and change his mind.
Counting backward from five, I don’t get past four when the door handle clicks open, the whiny hinge echoing throughout the interior. I never noticed it because I don’t sit in the back seat.
Oh, God, this is happening.
I’m about to get fucked. By a stranger.
He leans on the door and that mist frames him again. Christ, he’s so huge I worry we won’t fit back here.
Dressed in a black, ab-hugging T-shirt and dark jeans, his face is shrouded with that mask I now see clearer. It fully covers his face except for eyes, nose, and mouth. The smell of leather hits me and my nipples harden.
“Having some car trouble?” His question relaxes me.
We didn’t plan to speak, but his deep voice is as smooth as glass.
“No. I just needed…” I exhale. “I needed to make myself come.”
He growls. “Why?”
I spread my legs and dip my hand into my thong. “Because I’ve got a man on my mind who I can’t shake.”
If you only knew how true this was…
“I can make you come. Non-fucking stop with my hard cock, buried deep inside you.”
How did I get this lucky? Hot bod? Dirty mouth?
There’s no discernable accent, no way for me to detect where he’s from, not that it matters. Only a piece of me wishes he had an accent like Eoghan, because listening to him speak is so hot.
“Show me…”
Without any more words, Johnny leans into the car and grabs the front of my dress, pulling me out.
My heart pounds as adrenaline floods my veins. We didn’t talk about this…
Fear mixes with a wild burst of excitement, though. I offer a little resistance, struggling. It’s part of the game. I shouldn’t make this easy for him.
With every useless tug to break free, something primal wakes up inside me. I wanted to be fucked, but this dance is part of the fantasy. The struggle, the twisting against a brute of a man who doesn’t yield.
He grunts with every squeeze, every nail that digs into his skin as he drags me…
Oh God, he’s bringing me to…
To his car.