Chapter 37
Chapter Thirty-Seven
BLAKE
Rushing behind Theo as he carries out the poor girl, I’m filled with a feeling of dread. Have we stumbled on a one-off, or have we uncovered a more sinister operation? I’m not sure I want to know the answer, but the lawyer part of me screams yes.
It’s been a night of mixed emotions, and I don’t have the time to deal with it.
I went from starting the evening like a giddy teenager going on a date to now standing in the front area of the nightclub surrounded by police and EMTs.
When you throw in dancing with Theo in a way that had my heart fluttering and my panties drenched, along with watching Theo punch the manager—which has got to be the highlight of my evening—it all has me reeling.
I rub my arms, the chill of the night air rolling through the wide-open club doors. A blanket gets placed around my shoulders, and I glance up to see Theo fixing it so it covers me fully.
“Thank you,” I whisper, tugging it tighter.
Music still booms through the doors, and people are oblivious to what’s happening around them as they enjoy their night without a care in the world.
No one comes in, and no one leaves as the police ask question after question to anyone who was nearby.
Theo and I will have to go down to the station tomorrow to give our statements since we’re the two people who found her.
I just hope they can figure out what happened here and stop it from happening again.
“Let’s get out of here,” he murmurs, placing an arm across my shoulder and leading me to the exit.
I breathe in the clean night air. Cars whizzing past and the hum of distant music are the only sounds to be heard. The flashing lights of the police cars and ambulances light up the sky, making my head begin to ache.
Theo ushers me to his car, opens the door, and takes the blanket from around my shoulders before throwing it onto the backseat. He gets me settled, buckling me in, then rounds the front and gets into the driver’s seat.
“Well, that was something else.” He chuckles, turning the engine on, the sound loud in the quiet parking lot.
Leaning back against the headrest and turning my gaze to him, I reply, “You can say that again. I hope that girl is okay.”
“We got to her before anything bad happened, firefly,” he says gently, placing a hand on my thigh. “I got the name of the manager, so I plan on doing my own detective work.”
I sit up, all traces of tiredness gone. This is a new side to him I haven’t seen before, and I’m intrigued. “Do tell.”
“I have people I can… call on, if the need arises. Hackers, runners, people in the know.” He sighs. “It’s helped me on more than one occasion, and I won’t apologize for it.”
It’s my turn to place my hand on his thigh, squeezing gently. “Theo. I don’t care. I care that you got the justice you needed. I’m a tiny bit envious if anything.” I chuckle. “I want contacts like that.” I give him a little pout, and he relaxes.
“You can use mine anytime, baby.” He winks.
Adrenaline and lust from his actions tonight have my panties soaked, my clit pulsating as I gaze at him.
The only problem is, I can’t act on it. Theo can’t be touched.
He’s forbidden. And damn it, he was right…
the forbidden is so much hotter. Like foreplay where you’re edged for so long you lose your mind but never get to come, because if you do, repercussions of epic proportions get slammed on you.
I bite my lip, watching his green eyes twinkling under the low lighting, and his scent surrounds me. “Don’t tempt me with a good time,” I murmur.
“Oh, baby… it won’t be just a good time,” he says, his tone low. “It’ll be earth-shattering. A soul rebirth while pleading with a god you don’t believe in to never let it end.”
I haven’t touched another man since that night. I’ve barely even touched myself, but right this second, my body is begging for him to make good on his promise. Because that’s exactly what it is—a promise I know only he can give.
“Theo,” I reply breathlessly, my thighs clenching.
He looks down, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. “Need some help there?”
I should say no. I absolutely shouldn’t let him touch me, but that’s not what I say. “Yes, please,” comes out instead, almost like I’m begging, and maybe I am. Maybe I’m begging to feel something I haven’t felt in over a decade.
Theo turns the engine off slowly, like he’s taking all the time in the world, which only adds to my frustration. I rub my thighs together, hoping that’ll help ease the ache, but it does nothing but make it worse.
He braces his elbow on my headrest, propping his head up with his hand as he trails a finger down my arm.
Then he starts again, this time from my collarbone, and his hand stops at my breast. I hold my breath as I wait to see what he does.
I’m so needy and desperate I’m about ready to grab his hand and put it between my legs just to feel him there.
Shifting himself closer, he runs his nose over the shell of my ear, and I shiver at the contact, my breathing coming out in soft pants.
“This… changes… nothing,” I tell him, feeling like I’m losing my mind. The adrenaline from the evening flows through me, and I drop my morals long enough to do something we both know we shouldn’t.
“It changes everything, and the sooner you realize that, the easier this will all be,” he whispers in my ear before taking my nipple between his fingers and pinching.
“Oh god,” I moan, my back arching into his touch.
“The only god you should be worshipping is me,” he growls, pinching me again. “So say my name like you mean it, firefly.”
“Theo,” I reply, the air in my lungs escaping as he continues touching me like he never left.
His hand moves lower, his head still resting in the palm of his hand, relaxed as if he was reading the newspaper instead of edging the crap out of me.
I squeeze my eyes shut as his hand glides over my stomach, and I suck it in.
I might have lost a lot of baby weight since having Oscar, but my tummy isn’t as flat as it used to be.
Theo clicks his tongue like he doesn’t like the movement. “Never do that around me again, Blake. You hear me?” he grits out, jaw clenched.
I nod, my ability to speak gone. I open my eyes and turn my head to look at him. His eyes glow with lust. My tongue swipes across my bottom lip before I bite it. With a growl, Theo lowers his head to capture my lip between his teeth. The slight sting of the bite only causes me to moan.
His tongue slips into my mouth on a gasp, and I kiss him. My tongue swirls against his, and my panties are soaked to the point of ruin. Moans and grunts fill the car, and we’re only kissing. Knowing what sex is like with him sends another wave of desire through me, and I whimper into his mouth.
“Please, Theo. I need you.”
“I got you, baby,” he murmurs against my lips before kissing me again.
Bringing my hand up, I tangle it in his hair. The bun gets in my way, so I remove the hair tie, feeling the strands cascade as it releases. I run my fingers through it, my tongue constantly swiping against his. The bristles of his beard tease my lips, but I can’t seem to get close enough to him.
Theo pulls away. “Lift.”
I follow his command, lifting my hips and shimmying my panties down my legs to end up on the floor of his car. The leather squeaks as I move, but I pay it no attention. My fingers grip onto Theo, scared that if I let go for even a second, he’ll stop. And if he did? I think I might die.
Tugging on his hair harder than I probably should, my legs widen of their own accord, subconsciously telling him to hurry the fuck up and make me come.
Theo chuckles against my lips. This man is the king of edging, and I’m over it now.
I’ll beg if I have to. I’m far beyond caring about dignity and feminism.
“Please, Theo. Please,” I beg, my hips lifting off the seat.
And there’s the begging I said I’d do.
His hand gets right to the edge of where I need him, and I let out a breath, thinking this is it. But of course, he keeps going… straight to my damn thigh.
“Theodore Moore, if you don’t make me come in the next thirty seconds, I’ll do it my-fucking-self,” I growl, frustrated.
“Ooooh, so needy,” he teases before dropping his tone low and saying, “Spread ‘em.”
I spread my legs further, opening them fully and slouching down slightly for him to get the right angle. He lifts his head and places his left hand on my thigh while his right hand pulls down the front of my dress, exposing my breast to the cool air.
My nipple pebbles, and Theo lets out a whispered curse. “Fuck, I’ve missed these.” He descends, taking my nipple into his mouth. He sucks hard as I clutch the back of his head, holding him in place. The hand on my thigh starts moving up slowly, inching higher and higher.
“I’m begging you, Theo,” I plead, desperate. I don’t know how much more my body can take. How much more my clit can throb without orgasming by myself. I’m like a tightrope, about to snap at any given second.
Theo’s hand disappears under my dress, and I let out a sigh of relief that he’s finally touching me where I so desperately need him.
His fingers drop down to my entrance and gather my wetness before smearing it across my clit, rubbing in firm, rhythmic strokes.
I’m so close to coming—I’m panting, my body coiled and ready to let go.
Fingers probe my entrance, and I hold my breath. Theo’s hands are so big it could be one finger he’s inserting, but it could also be two. The slight burn only heightens the experience, his thumb massaging my clit in circular motions as he slides his fingers in.
His head is in the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my skin, and his own groans fill my ears.
The sounds in the car are borderline pornographic, and I love it.
Theo’s hand twists slightly and rubs against my G-spot, which, coupled with the entire experience, makes me come hard.
My body jerks, twitching and shuddering as I cry out my release.
Theo grunts next to me, his hips twitching against the center console, and his own breathing is stuttered and heavy. I can’t think, let alone breathe, as I come down from my high. My body is humming as if butterflies have erupted under my skin and taken flight.
We sit in silence, neither one of us moving, but as the fog clears from my brain, the doubt and uncertainties begin to kick in.
This shouldn’t have happened, regardless of whether my heart belongs to him or not.
I shouldn’t have let the need to come overwrite everything I stand for.
The repercussions from this could affect me in more ways than one.
I don’t want this to be a mistake, though, and I don’t want to take it back.
I’ve never needed a man; I’ve always managed to do everything by myself just as good, if not better.
But for a moment, I allow myself to think of what it would be like if I had Theo by my side every day—laughing, joking, teasing, raising our child together as a real couple.
But that won’t ever happen. It’s a pipe dream I can’t have. Not if I want to keep my position with Sampson and Lowell. And that thought breaks my heart more than it should.