Page 80 of Riordan's Revenge

I forced my breathing to slow and cut through the suburb, emerging into the next and doing the same until we stole down a street that led to Deadwater’s town centre. If we could cross that,we’d be within easy reach of the start of the harbour walk. That route was pedestrianised, which meant no cops, at least not in cars, and I could bike down it mostly unseen. We’d be back at the warehouse in under ten minutes.

A siren wailed somewhere nearby.

Cassie squeezed me. I pulled into a side road and cruised on until we passed a junction onto the city centre. A police car zipped past. Shit. Needed to get out of sight. Killing the engine, I wheeled the bike backwards and into a lane.

We waited in the dark, concealed in shadows. My chest rose and fell, my heart still racing.

Cassie’s fingers linked under my jacket then crept beneath my t-shirt. She caressed my belly, and a poorly timed kick of lust sank through me.

I didn’t stop her.

I craved her touch. The thought of her being in danger did bad things to me. It broke something in my brain.

The sirens grew louder. Another answered, coming from a different direction. I scanned the walls of the surrounding buildings, though couldn’t yet see any strobing lights. It could be for us, or it could be for one of the hundred other crimes taking place in town tonight.

Cassie popped my jeans button.

I gripped her hand. “Stop.”

She relaxed, so I eased my hold, training my senses once more on the night. Around us was mostly offices, all in darkness at the late hour. If I?—

In a fast move, the wicked girl opened my jeans fully and plunged her hand inside. She wrapped her fingers around my semi, and fire spread through my veins, starting at her touch and blitzing through me. On reflex, I sat back to give her better access, lost to every other thought.

She stroked me. I gritted my teeth to stop from making a sound.

For a dazzling few seconds, I followed that pull. The unstoppable force of her. How she owned my need. An engine roared nearby.

Fuck,wait.

We could be discovered any second. A passerby coming home from a club. The cops taking a right up our road and hunting in the alleys.

I had to end this.

But she felt too good. Cassie eased her hand up and down, a dark little chuckle following when I was harder than nails in seconds.

My blood pumped faster, and I flexed my limbs, trying to keep my mind aware of more than just sex. It was a losing battle, though I noted the sirens passing then moving deeper into town.

It took an embarrassingly long time for me to take action. Reaching back, I palmed her thigh, unable to resist sliding my fingers up her bare leg and under her shorts. I should squeeze her to tell her to cut it out. My touch roamed higher.

She shivered. Oh fuck, that action threatened to end me. But we couldn’t linger here. No matter how my body demanded it.

Cassie needed to learn a lesson about restraint. She couldn’t always do what she wanted. For her own good, I had to teach her.

Whipping an arm back, I brought her to my lap. Just as rough, I pushed her to lie out on the engine and handlebars with her legs wide around me to expose exactly the part of her I needed to torment.

Cassie moaned into her helmet. I had half an insane mind to drag it off and kiss her senseless.

Yet that lesson was still needed.

I slid my hand under her clothes to cup her between the legs. “If you fuck around like this, you’ll get us into trouble.”

Another sound of pleasure.

I rubbed the heel of my hand into her clit. “Danger turns you on, doesn’t it? Do you want me right now?”

She arched into the touch. I grazed my fingers into her underwear and eased one into her, my whole body thrilling at her tight heat squeezing me. Fucking hell. I didn’t want to stop. An ease in and out had her bucking onto me.

I could make her come in seconds.