Rush - Page 68

I yelp in surprise and clutch at his waist. “What are you doing? Put me down!”

No reply. Rush walks over to the kitchen table and grabs my bag and phone, and then heads for the door. He pulls it closed behind him and locks up. All the while, I’m wriggling on his shoulder, trying to get down.

“Rush, what the hell? Where are you taking me?”

He pats my behind as he carries me down the front path to the street, and there’s a self-satisfied smirk in his voice as he says, “Glastonbury.”

I’d forgotten about Glastonbury.

There’s a car waiting at the curb and Rush pulls me from his shoulder and places me on the back seat. I push my hair off my face and glare at him as he gets in beside me and slams the door closed. Then the car pulls away. We’re separated from the driver by a solid partition.

“What happened to asking nicely?”

Rush stretches his arm along the back of the seat and pulls me against him. His mouth seeks mine and I’m transported by the force of his kiss. I don’t want to fight with him. I want to lose myself in what his mouth is doing, and wrap my arms around his big shoulders.

I push him away. “Cut that out. You haven’t said one word apart from Glastonbury.”

Pushing his sunglasses to the top of his head, Rush smiles. “Daddy missed you, baby.”

My insides turn to honey. “That’s no excuse for coming to my home and kidnapping me.”

“What else was I supposed to do when you don’t answer my calls? There are going to be two hundred thousand people watching us tonight, but that place would feel empty to me if you weren’t there. I’m not performing tonight without my girlfriend with me.”

“I’m not your—”

His mouth slants over mine and his tongue parts my lips. It’s getting harder and harder to pull away the more he kisses me.

“Rush! You can’t just kiss me every time I say something you don’t like.”

“Watch me.” His mouth claims mine again. I’m not strong enough to survive this assault on my senses. A moment later I’m kissing him back as he hauls me up on his lap. He puts a hand under my skirt and strokes my clit, making heat cascade through my body.

“You can’t do that here.”

“Fucking, can’t I?” He pulls my underwear aside. Looking me dead in the eye, he sucks on his middle and ring fingers, getting them wet. Too shocked and turned on to react, I watch as he puts them down between my legs and slides them straight into my pussy.

“Rush.” I bury my face in his chest as he pumps his fingers into me. My body must think that being carried around on his shoulder was foreplay because I’m so close to coming all over his hand. I brace one foot against the window and lean into it. Taking a deep breath, I’m able to open my eyes and ask. “Did you miss me?”

Rush looks ferocious, his face just inches from mine. “Did you miss me, Daddy?”

“Did you miss me, Daddy?”

“So goddamn much. You beg me to smack the living daylights out of you and then freak out because I show you some affection. What the fuck is wrong with you, woman?”

“I—I…ah.” I can’t talk with the speed he’s slamming his fingers into me. My whole body bows in his arms as my orgasm rips through me. Thank god for tinted windows as I’m splayed wide on Rush’s lap.

I collapse back in his arms, and he cradles me against his chest. I swim up through layers of my afterglow and open my eyes to find him gazing down at me.

I run my fingers over his jaw, and whisper, “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“We’ll figure it out. All that matters is I’ve got you where I want you. And before you ask, I’m not saying fucking sorry for the way I feel about you. I know you want me, too, so stop being a little baby about it.”

But he likes it when I’m his baby. I roll belly-down on the car seat and reach for the button on his jeans. He’s rock hard and springs free the moment I get the zipper down.

“Are you going to blow me rather than talking about your feelings?” His voice is dripping with arousal.

In answer, I enclose the tip of his cock in my mouth and suck. He groans in response, his fingers plunging into my hair. “You got a problem with that?”

He hisses through his teeth and gathers my hair into a fierce grip. “I’m trying to have a problem with that. But that mouth, baby.”

I smile to myself as I work my lips up and down his length and then take him as deep as I can. He thrusts his hips up. That’s better. No talking, just fuck my throat.

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