Chapter 17
Tegan
We pretend to be late to the pickup spot. It was Ace’s idea. The van is packed full as usual, and the moment he sits and looks around, I understand why he did it. He wants me on his lap again. We’re always the last ones to the van, so I’ve gotten used to this seating arrangement.
Alec motions to his lap, and I climb in and sit on him. The eyes of every crew member seem to shift onto me, as if they know what we did. But that’s just in my mind, right?
Stacks leans forward to crank up the volume on the radio, then throws the van in drive, and off we go to the next motel.
The warmth of Ace’s come slickens the skin between my legs. It’s soaking through my underwear, and I worry about the integrity of my pants by the time I get off his lap. But didn’t he say that’s what he wants? For me to soak the front of his jeans?
There’s so much heat beneath me, and the hardened length is impossible to ignore this time.
I’m acutely aware of it now. Ace is touchier than before too.
His left hand constantly grazes or caresses some part of my body.
His fingers drift right above where my waistband lies.
He squeezes my ass. He just keeps touching me until my face blazes hot.
Do the others notice the way he touches me? Can they tell something happened between us?
Music blares beside our heads, and I try to lose myself in the beat so that I can stop thinking so much, but Ace nudges me. I lean back so he can whisper in my ear.
“I feel the wet mess between your legs, pup,” he growls.
My skin flames hotter. I can’t even believe what happened in the van not too long ago. I’ve never given myself to anyone. Men have always just taken what they wanted. Then the first time some good-looking guy gives me half an ounce of attention, I invite him in.
I look back at him, and he smirks at me.
The anti-eyebrow piercing moves toward his pretty blue eyes, and I realize exactly why I let him coax me into it.
He didn’t force me to fuck him, but I don’t know that I could’ve said no to him, even if I’d wanted to.
When he gives me that look, the only word my mouth can form is yes.
And he’s always giving me that damn look.
He made sure I was okay, though. He took care of me.
It just feels awkward right now, and I still don’t know why he thinks I’m so unprepared to be with him sexually.
The only thing I can’t handle is a kink that involves tying me up.
I can’t do confinement. Not since my mother’s “friends” often seemed to want to restrain me, the problem child, as I was growing up.
I guess it was a lot easier to assault me when my wrists were bound.
No ropes. Anything else, I can handle.
Probably.
We pull up to an L-shaped motel. The office and lobby stand at the front, and the rooms loop around the central structure. It looks one step up from the last motel we were at. As soon as Stacks parks the van, people start filing out.
Tye looks back at me before sliding out of the seat. He waits for me to smile before he gets out. I like that he checked in on me. I could have been hit by a car in front of my mother, and she’d have just shrugged and kept walking. Or worse, fussed at me for drawing attention to us.
But I’m safe now. I need to keep reminding myself of that.
Ace and I were the last two to climb into the van, and we’re the last two out now.
I climb off his lap, and he grabs my arm and tugs me backward.
He gestures toward his lap with his eyes, and I look down.
A dark splotch stands out on the front of his jeans.
Insecurity immediately washes over me. It looks like I peed on him.
I didn’t, but I’m sure everyone else will think I did if they see the large, damp area.
“How will you hide that?” I whisper.
“I don’t want to hide it.”
“They already think I’m a feral mess. I don’t want them to think I’m not housebroken as well.”
“I thought we moved on from caring about what people think?”
“Well, yeah, other people. Not these people. Not the people I essentially live with and see on a daily fucking basis.”
“Don’t worry your pretty head, Tegan.” He offers that deadly smirk, so I let it go.
We climb out of the van, and he leans against the metal and pulls out a cigarette.
He shamelessly lights the tip and inhales the thick smoke.
His hand hangs at his side as a cloud billows from the stick.
Despite the dark stain coating the front of his pants, he exudes confidence.
It feels so risky and unnecessary, but somehow so fucking sexy.
Anxiety eats away at me, but no one seems to notice the wet spot. Maybe it’s because it’s dark in this parking lot. Half the lights are out, and the rest flicker in their death throes.
Stacks hands keys to everyone else, and they scatter off with their bags.
He hands our key to Alec. Though he’s allowing me to room with Alec, he still wants to keep it secret from the rest of the crew.
I worry Stacks will notice the front of Alec’s pants, and I don’t think I take a breath until he ambles off to his room.
Ace puts out his cigarette, and we grab our bags and head to our room.
An upside-down seven hangs on our door, and it feels like a bad omen.
Despite the failing exterior, the interior is much nicer than the last motel.
A king-sized bed sits in the middle of the room, and I drop my bag onto it.
Before I can drop myself onto the mattress, Alec pulls me against him.
“I like wearing the evidence of our little sin on my pants,” he says as his mouth falls to my neck.
“You don’t need to be so brazen with it. You’re going to get us in trouble.”
“Trouble finds me, pup.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t need it finding me as well. Aside from you and Tye, everyone hates me, and I don’t want to make it worse.”
Without answering me, his hand goes to the crotch of my pants. A low growl rumbles his chest as he grazes the wet spot.
“I have to ask you something I should have asked before now,” he says, lifting my chin with a firm hand. “Are you on birth control?”
“That does seem like something you should have asked before you came inside me.”
“Hey, watch the sass,” he says with that sinful smirk.
“Yes, I have an implant. My mom didn’t want me getting knocked up by her boyfriends.”
Ace’s face tightens, and his smirk falls. Yeah, maybe that wasn’t the moment to say the second half of that. But then his expression softens.
“I love that you talk about your trauma. We all have a lot of it, but you’re the first who talks so candidly about that kind of pain.
My kind of pain.” He pushes me onto the bed before his hands ride down my body.
He works off my pants, taking my underwear with them.
“I’m glad you’re on birth control, because you’re going to be filled and stuffed regularly. ”
“Wait, wait,” I say as he drops between my legs and spreads them with his strong arms.
“I told you, Tegan. You get to feel this piercing on your clit,” he growls before diving between my thighs. Oh god. I’ve never felt such a thing.
“I’ve never had this done to me,” I say, a wavering moan leaving my lips on an exhale.
“Gotten cleaned up with someone’s tongue?”
I slam my eyes shut as his piercing rakes my clit, sending a pleasurable jolt through my body with each passing stroke. “I’ve never had someone’s mouth on me.”
He sits up on his knees and looks at me, and it’s a feral fucking sight. Like a lion taking a moment before he dives back into the kill. “I’m the first one to eat your pussy?”
I nod, and his devilish smile raises that piercing again.
I’m absolutely lost to the moment as he slips back between my thighs.
I can’t imagine his jizz tastes good, but he devours me like it’s the best thing he’s ever eaten.
He eats me until my thighs squeeze his head in a vise and I’m on the verge of an orgasm.
Stars blaze behind my eyelids as his tongue ring pushes me over the edge.
I lose all control of my body as I come. He doesn’t stop licking me until I spasm against his tongue, and only once I relax does he climb up my body and kiss me.
“Clean me off, pup,” he says.
I lift my hand to wipe his chin, but he looks down at me.
“Not with your hand. With your tongue.”
So I do. I rise onto my elbows and take my time licking his stubbled chin in long strokes. My tongue swipes his lips, and he growls as he kisses me with unbridled hunger. For a moment, I think he might fuck me again, but when I reach down to touch him, he isn’t hard.
“Do I not turn you on?” I ask.
That sours the mood for him. He withdraws from me and swipes a hand over the lower half of his face.
“I told you. Sometimes I just can’t. My body just doesn’t cooperate.
But you had me earlier today. You felt me.
And I felt you. This is the time I’d . .
.” His voice trails off, and he shakes his head.
He lies beside me and pulls me into him. I rest my head on his chest. He sighs.
“You turn me on, I promise. I’m just a little broken sometimes. But aren’t we both?”
I nod. I guess we are.