My dick jerked in my pants.
I would love to see that.
Now with gloved hands, she returned to packing. Every time she bent over, my dick strained against the inseam of my pants, begging for attention and freedom.
I should fuck her before we leave. It’s going to be a long night. Surely, we both need the release.
My phone vibrated.
Frowning, I pulled it out, checked the screen, and read the text.
Unknown: Bad Bitch Taxi at your service!!
“A new number messaged me.” I went over to Phoenix and showed it to her. “Do you think this is Quin?”
A grin spread on Phoenix’s face. “That’s her. She’s outside.”
I typed back.
Me: We’ll be out in twenty minutes.
Unknown: Better make that shit ten, psycho.
Sighing, I texted back.
Me: Ten. It is.
Smiling, I put the phone up. “For some reason, your friend tickles me.”
“Let’s just hope all she does is tickle you.” Phoenix zipped the bags. “I’m still figuring us out. I wanted to truly know what I was doing with you, before having Quin and you in the same space together.”
“What’s there to know about us?” I closed the bags and put them next to the door. “You jumped off the cliff with me. You had your chance to run earlier and you stayed.”
“I jumped, but I haven’t landed. I’m still falling. And I didn’t leave because you promised no more handcuffs and rope.” Carrying the bags and Dr. Fuzzy, she walked by me.
I grabbed her waist and pulled her to me. “We’re falling together, so we’ll land together.”
Shivering, she looked at me. “But, how will we land?”
“In the best way possible.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Life doesn’t just happen. We have some control in it too.” Then, I kissed her.
The fullness of her lips gave way to the tip of my tongue. It was just a taste, a moment to linger within her softness.
A low moan escaped her.
Phoenix let go of the bags and bear. Then, she wrapped her hands around me, running her fingers through my wet hair and luring me into a deeper kiss.
Damn. I am pussy whipped.
Every cell hummed with desire. I turned my body to her, needing to feast on her more. Devour and savor her. I slipped my hands along her narrow waist and over the curve of her hip.
Quin will have to wait. I want some pussy.
Groaning, I broke the kiss and moved my lips to the hollow of her throat.
Phoenix whispered, “We should. . .be changing.”
“Yeah. I’ll take off your clothes.” I reached under her shirt and squeezed the swell of her breast.
Her breath hitched.
Inching back, I pushed her shirt up to expose that satin brown skin and that sexy red bra. “Surely, we have time for—”
“We don’t.” She stepped back. “Quin is a honker. We don’t need the noise.”
Impatient, I grabbed my hard dick over my jeans. “I’ll text and tell her to come inside for a little bit—”
“She won’t come in. The place is too big.”
Frowning, I let go of my dick. “She’s scared of big houses?”
“They freak her out.” Phoenix unbuttoned her jeans and yanked them down.
I grunted, taking in those curvy thighs and the perfect view of red panties.
Phoenix stepped out of the jeans. “Quin likes things to be small and compact. In her mind, those places are easier to escape.”
“That’s fine, but I want to fuck.”
She chuckled. “We don’t have time for sex.”
“I can already tell, it’s going to be a long night. We might as well get some now while things are quiet.”
“Things aren’t quiet, Cain.” She gestured around the messy room. “Things are very loud. Once the landlords see this place, we may have real cops searching for us. And then there’s the Syndicate along with Pandora’s bullshit.”
I let out an exasperated breath and yanked my shirt off. “Making me wait longer will only bring pain to your pussy.”
“I kind of like the sound of that.” She took off her bra and put her back to me.
“Oh, come on.”
She looked over her shoulder. “What?”
“At least show me what I’m missing out on. Don’t hide it from me.”
“Put your clothes on, Cain.” She slipped her panties off. Her ass jiggled with the movement.
A dark groan left me. “Come here. I should check your bandage and make sure the scars are—”
“My bandage is fine.”
Damn it.
As I undressed I felt like my body was going to explode. The cool air tickled my wet skin and ached for more sensory stimulation. The desire to touch and feel Phoenix’s body and skin against mine hung in the air between us, along with the ever-present passion building and rising.
When we dressed and headed down, we’d barely made Quin’s ten minute deadline.
At least, West and Griff were already outside.
Quin stood in front of a bright purple SUV, holding a shot gun in one hand and a Smith and Wesson in the other.