Chapter Fourteen
Fourteen
Caine
Margot thinks I’m joking about Vegas. Fine for now; I don’t want to come on too strong considering she’s fresh off an engagement.
She’s sitting on the back seat looking cute as hell, and I’m trying to play it cool while mentally, I’m already picturing her tattooed with my name.
Or if name tattoos aren’t her cup of tea, we’ll find something subtle but significant. Like our wedding date.
Easy does it.
One step at a time.
Margot’s toying with one of the black beaded bracelets on her wrist. “I do need to tell you something, though, and it’s okay if it changes your mind about the date.”
Not going to happen, but I don’t interrupt.
“When I’d first started working for Shane—before I met you at the haunt, or he was with Claire—I let him hunt me.” She sounds like she’s bracing herself for a bad reaction; that bothers me far more than the hunting.
This is new information for me, but it makes a memory make sense. After the haunt, I’d tried to casually learn more about Margot from Shane, but he’d shut me down immediately, saying something cryptic about how we couldn’t have her thinking both of us had no sense of propriety.
Mystery solved.
Maybe I should be surprised Shane’s never told me, but I’m not.
He’s so in love with Claire that I’m not even sure he remembers he had a cock before her, let alone fucking someone else with it.
What I don’t like is how uncomfortable Margot looks right now.
“Okay. Is that a problem for you? Because it isn’t for me. ”
She stammers as I shift closer to her. “W-well, I needed to tell you. I should have told you before we hooked up at the haunt, but I was caught up in the moment. I wanted to say something now in case it was a deal-breaker.”
So cute.
A deal-breaker.
One day we’re going to have a long talk about what constitutes a deal-breaker when it comes to me and her. All I’ve got on the list is death. Mine, because that’s the only way I’m out.
“Not a deal-breaker. Not even close.” I can’t keep myself from reaching out to catch the hand still fiddling with her bracelets.
“You won’t even remember his name by the time I’m done with you, I swear.
Which will be awkward, considering you work for him, but we’ll figure something out.
” Her eyes grow wider as I keep talking.
“However many times he made you come, I’m going to double it. Hell, triple it. If you think—”
Her laugh coasts across my skin. “Hold up, I said he hunted me, not that we had sex.”
“What?” I’m not sure what kind of hunting she’s talking about if it isn’t sexual.
“I safe-worded the second he caught me.” Her cheeks are a tiny bit pink. “As in he grabbed my arm and I went, ‘Thanks, but no thanks.’ ”
The delivery makes me smile. “Primal play’s intense.”
Margot studies where my hand covers hers.
“It’s not that I wasn’t into the kink, more that it was overwhelming with him.
I also, unfortunately, discovered that, um, there is zero chemistry there, which only added to the hell no of it all.
” Pinching the bridge of her nose, she mumbles, “I cannot believe I’m telling you.
This is the most embarrassing conversation of my life; please know that. ”
“Why?” I grip her chin, lifting until she’s looking at me. “Because you spread your wings a little bit? That’s not embarrassing, that’s brave. You tried something new, and when you realized it didn’t work for you, you said so. All wins in my book.”
Narrowing her eyes, she stares at me like she’s waiting for the punch line. When it doesn’t come, she sighs. “Sure it’s not weird?”
“Positive. I do have one question, though.”
She tenses.
I can’t keep from grinning. “Did you at least get a can of bug spray out of the deal?”
Margot smiles, finally. “I did. And a weekly delivery of one of those big corporate muffin baskets for months. I think Shane was worried I’d feel awkward and quit. I wasn’t going to, but I didn’t tell him for a while. Those muffins are amazing.”
My laugh fills up the truck. “Please tell me Claire knows she married the muffin man.”
Margot relaxes back against the seat. “Oh, she knows. Every time the firm sends out holiday baskets, she tells him not to forget mine.”
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I check the time. There’s still a good hour and a half till they’ll need me inside. When I look up, Margot’s studying me, a look I can’t identify on her face.
“What?”
“You really weren’t going to be bothered if I’d hooked up with Shane?” She says it like she still doesn’t quite believe me.
“I wouldn’t hold a hookup against you—that’s not fair.
Besides, you hadn’t met me yet. How were you to know there was a much, much sexier brother available?
” I can’t resist waggling my eyebrows at her.
“But if you’re asking if I would be thinking Hell yeah, my brother and girlfriend fucked, the answer is no, I would not.
We’ve all got our kinks, but that’s not mine. ”
Margot tilts her head, a smile teasing the corners of her mouth.
“Noted.” The memory of that first night is tattooed on the inside of my eyelids.
The same heated, hungry stare she’s giving me now.
How she backed away from me the way the scene called for, but everything about her body language was screaming that she wanted to come closer, and afterward, when she did…
Make it hurt.
I hear her whisper in my dreams. It’s rewired my brain, all the pathways routing straight to her.
Centimeter by centimeter I’ve leaned in, only realizing how close I am when she bumps the end of her dirt-streaked nose to mine in a move that’s as shocking as it is endearing. “Careful. I might get you dirty.”
“I’d say thank you.” We’re close enough to kiss, but I don’t want to move back.
Margot huffs a laugh. “You need to stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
She moves as if she might run her hand down my chest but stops, letting her hand drop in her lap. “Like you wonder what I taste like.”
Heart in my throat, every drop of blood in my body filling my cock, I swallow hard. “Trust me, if I could stop, it would have happened by now.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” It’s a purr, a tease; I’m unveiling a whole different Margot, and this one could destroy me.
“You ran away, Cinderella style. Not even a kiss goodnight. I’ve been wondering what you taste like for five fucking years.” I don’t mention how she left a silky black thong behind instead of a glass slipper.
When she laughs, the sound is light, floating through the roof. “I wasn’t sure if you remembered that night.”
“Remember? Please. Sweetheart, I get off to that memory on the regular.”
Margot’s voice stays impressively even. “Yesterday morning in the shower?”
My response is instant. “That was new material: your legs in those tiny, slutty pajama shorts.”
Her pulse jumps in her throat, but she makes a scoffing sound. “You’re too much.”
“It’s true.” I shrug. “I’d chew ground glass for a chance to drink your bathwater.”
The giggle that bursts from her lips seems to catch her off guard; it undoes me.
I want another one. My hands are moving before I can stop them, tugging her up and onto my lap.
She squeaks but doesn’t struggle. Straddling me, she straightens.
It doesn’t matter that there are layers of clothing between us; the friction is heaven.
She shimmies, settling in, which does nothing to calm the situation in my pants.
My groan is part growl. Running a hand down my torso, she stops at my belt buckle, fingers on the metal.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I have been waiting years for this.
How badly I want her must be all over my face.
So bold it stuns me, she says, “I can give you a better memory than shorts to add to your masturbation rotation.”
“I don’t doubt that for a second.” Before she can undo my buckle, I catch her hand. “But not right now.”
She’s confused. “Why?”
“The next time I’m inside you, I’m going to savor you.” My fingertips play at the waistband of her jeans. I hook her belt loops, tugging her tighter. “Lay you out somewhere comfortable. And private.”
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. A rush of wanting seizes me, so hard and sudden I shudder, the fine hairs on the back of my neck standing on end.
“The next time I make you come so hard you see god, I want you to be able to scream for him without worrying who might hear.” I can’t resist rolling my hips to grind against her.
I’m going to rewire her brain, the same way she did mine, and the back seat of my truck is not the place. That said, I’m not a monster.
“But you’re more than welcome to get yourself off.”
Her mouth drops open. “Excuse me?”
I buck my hips, hard. Gripping my shoulders, she catches her balance, grinding the whole time.
“Ride me until you come.” I deliver the command like I’m asking her to pass the salt.
Margot rocks her hips with shocking ferocity. I can’t help groaning.
“Wouldn’t want to make you come in your pants.” The smirk on her face suggests the opposite. She moves like she’s going to dismount.
“I’m not going to.” It comes out rough, and she freezes. Even in the near dark, her eyes shine. It could be that first night at the haunt. Her gaze might incinerate me where I sit, leave me a pile of ash on the back seat. “I’ve never been more relaxed in my life.”
“Does that vein in your neck always bulge when you’re relaxed?”
“Always.”
Her laugh is melodic. “Seriously, though, should I get off?” The question is so damn sweet my teeth ache.
I flex my hips, demonstrating how hard I am for her. Her eyelids flutter as she rocks with the motion.
“I think you should grind on me until you get off.”
She makes a thoughtful sound, but her hips are already beginning to move. “That doesn’t seem like much fun for you.”
This is the most fun I’ve had in years, the most I’ve been touched in years, but I’m not about to explain that now.
Not while she’s moving faster, pressing herself harder against the ridge of my cock.
“Please. Feeling you rub that hot little pussy on me. Seeing you work faster and faster because you just can’t help yourself. I’m having the time of my life.”
She’s riding me shamelessly. Hands gripping the shoulders of my sweatshirt, she bears down on my lap. Needy sounds escape her mouth with each exhale.
“Look at you. Riding me like a champion. Remember how good it felt inside you?”
“I can’t remember,” she breathes. “Long time ago.”
Brat.
“You loved it. Couldn’t get enough. I stretched you so full, hit places you didn’t know existed. You told me I’d ruined you for anyone else. Called me a sex god, the best—”
“I think you’re remembering the wrong woman.” Her protest is breathy, half laughter.
“Not a chance.” I barely keep from telling her that she’s the only woman I remember. The time with her is crystal clear in my memory, so vivid I feel I could step back into the moment. “Only you. Telling me to hurry up and put my cock in you, to quit looking and start fucking.”
Teeth sunk into her bottom lip, she nods.
“No, you gotta give me more than that. Don’t just bite your pretty lips; talk to me. Tell me you’re going to take it.”
“I’m going to take it.” Her words are clipped, a flush spreading across her chest. “All of it.” Every muscle tensed, she’s so close to coming.
I’m doing all I can not to join her but there’s a limit to my self-control.
If I don’t get her there quickly, I’m going to be judging costumes with cum-filled boxer briefs.
Slipping one hand from behind my head, I grab the Scream mask off the truck seat. Margot’s eyes are closed, so she doesn’t see me pull it on. Please let this have the desired effect. My gut says it will, but I still mentally cross my fingers.
“Eyes open.”
Margot opens her eyes, her face inches from mine in the mask. I expect a shriek. For her to flinch.
“Ohhhhh my holy fuck,” she hisses, eyes going wide. Her hands scrabble on my shoulders, pulling herself closer. Body jerking, hands fisting my hoodie, Margot comes on my lap, her stare never leaving the mask.
Mask kink confirmed.
We are going to be so good together.