Page 26 of Enforce This
“Eric!” I shouted, raising my hand to point to the bumper of the car in front of us.
He didn’t even brake, he just flicked his eyes toward the side mirror and whipped the wheel.
“Holy shit!” I snapped.
“Do me a favor.” He licked his lips and adjusted the rearview mirror without looking my way, “Stop fucking talking.”
I snorted, but didn’t give him any reprieve from my attention.
“I think we need to talk. Don’t you think we need to talk? It is the perfect opportunity for you and I to have a little heart to heart. We should get it all out, don’t you think?” Once I started talking and saw how he began to shift and nervously look in my direction with that repulsed curl to his lip I knew I had to take it to the very limit.
He deserved to squirm for all the discomfort he had caused me yesterday, and let us not forget that little hug he gave my throat last night!
“What is the matter? Hmm? You one of those big, bad bikers, that doesn’t like talking about feelings? I get it. You’re probably not used to conversations after you come. It’s easier to slip out while she’s still sleeping… but you couldn’t do that with me, huh?”
The lady in the car beside us sped past and swerved in front of us only to shoot to the far lane.
Eric tapped the brake and slid into the lane she had come from with a swift glance to the mirror.
“Fuck, Tris– Not now…”
“Call me babe again…” I dropped my tone all breathy and smiled at the way his chest dramatically rose and fell.
He shifted in the seat and didn’t answer me, so I spread my thighs and slid my hands into the leggings I’d been wearing when he kidnapped me.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he demanded, jerking his head to look at me.
The wheel swerved and he violently whipped back to face the road.
I rolled my hips and made a deep, throaty, satisfied sound and that was all it took.
“Give me.” His hand shot to my thigh and he hauled me toward the console.
I’d only been fucking with him, but the need and demand in his voice left me throbbing and I eagerly shoved the leggings down to my knees and gave him access.
“For fuck’s sake.” He groaned, running his palm over my pussy. He gave it a squeeze and I arched my hips, forcing his fingertips toward my entrance.
He sped up and his long fingers slid inside me. I gasped against the abrupt invasion and he started to curl them and pump the top of his hand so that he was gripping and releasing my cunt in a massage of sorts.
It was crazy.
People were oblivious as we shot past them and his fingers pumped and swerved inside me. I grabbed the door for support and ground down on those fingers. I had a feeling I knew where he was headed, and I really, really didn’t want to think about it.
Maybe if I distracted him, he’d miss his fucking exit.
I was putting on a grand performance, until he curled his fingers and found a spot inside of me that lit up every nerve in my body.
“What the fuck!” I cried, but he didn’t stop.
Eric’s blessed fingers strummed my G spot, reaching and curling until I wasn’t even aware of him or the car anymore. People passing by probably thought I was having some kind of medical fit as I thrashed, gripping my hair with one hand and slapped my palm against Oak’s window with the other.
I was calling out his name and babbling all types of bullshit as he rolled through the stop light, turned onto Kings Highway Boulevard and headed toward all the major hospitals.
When my world returned to me, we were sitting in a parking garage. He slid his fingers from my pussy, and I couldn’t help but blush when I saw that he was glistening up to his wrist. He sucked his fingers clean, threw the car into park and asked in a low, throaty voice, “Ready to go inside, Babe?”
“I fucking hate you,” I spat, throwing the seatbelt off.
I couldn’t get out of the car fast enough. I slammed the door and stormed toward the entrance of the garage. This was it. This was my chance to get the fuck away from him.