Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 84788 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84788 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Then he was done teasing, his finger thrusting for a couple of strokes before turning and scraping up against the top wall and hitting my G-spot with the same relentless precision as he was working my clit.
My free hand moved to the collar of his shirt, using it to pull him down toward me and claiming his lips as my own as his fingers drove me up hard and fast, making every inch of my skin feel electric. The pressure in my lower stomach felt almost oppressive as my hips rose upward to meet his touch, begging for release. His tongue slipped inside to claim mine as my greedy hands roamed his body, stroking up his arms, up under his shirt to feel the strong muscles of his back, stomach, and chest, before moving around and back down, grabbing his ass.
"Fuck," he groaned, releasing my lips and letting his forehead rest on mine. "You're killing me, Maze," he murmured, his voice thick and when he shifted his weight, I could feel his cock press into my thigh. "Come," he demanded as my breath got caught in my chest, feeling my sex clench tight around his fingers as my orgasm threatened to break. "Come honey," he demanded again, running his nose down the length of mine to take my lips gently as his fingers did another sweep of my clit and G-spot and I cried out my climax against his lips, my body jolting upward as I dragged his down, a tremor running through me as the waves of pleasure crashed hard and constant.
When I was spent, relaxing against the seat, his finger stayed inside me, his palm flattening against me, refusing to let go of the intimacy. My hands went to the sides of his face, holding him to me as he kissed me slow and deep until I could feel it through my entire system, until all there was in the world was the two of us.
"Repo where the fuck are you?" Reign's voice called, making my entire body stiffen as I pushed his face from mine. The sound was still from a distance, but I was sure it was getting closer.
"It's okay," Repo murmured, no doubt taking in my huge eyes. Hell, they felt like they were popping out of my skull.
"It's not o-fucking-kay," I whisper-yelled, pushing hard at his chest until he rose off of me. His finger slipped out of me then out of my panties and I had the almost overwhelming urge to cry over the loss of the intimacy. But through the want, the desire, the urge to continue what we had started, my survival instincts kicked in. Reign couldn't find out about us. Repo would probably get a slap on the back and I would be out on my ass. That couldn't happen. If that happened...
"Christ," Repo said, drawing my attention. He was looking down at me. In the dark, it was hard to make him out entirely, but there seemed to be a tightness around his eyes that I took for either frustration or anger. His air sighed out of him and he moved completely off of me. "Fine," he said, shoving the front seat forward so he could slip out, then slamming the door so hard behind him that I actually jumped with a quiet yelp.
So yeah... angry or frustrated or both.
I flattened myself further against the seat, still childishly worried someone would come up and look in. I listened to the sound of conversation for a second before it started to fade as they moved away. I put my hand over my hammering heart and pressed my knees tightly together, still feeling the tingling aftermath of my orgasm.
And the first clear thought that crossed my mind after the panic wore away, was: shit.
Shitshitshit.
I stayed there a long couple of minutes, deep-breathing before finally zipping my pants back up and climbing out of the car. I made my way back to the party with weighted feet.
"Violet!" Renny's voice called and I slowed my pace when I saw him running toward me.
"Hey, what's up?"
"This fucking phone has been ringing off the hook for almost an hour straight. Literally," he said, holding out my burner I used to call K. Panic gripped my chest, making my air feel caught in my throat as my heart started to slam underneath my ribcage. He didn't call. K never called. That was my job. I did the calling. He knew that calling was something that could blow my cover. And no one else had that number. "I know I shouldn't have, but I tried to pick up. I was worried maybe something was up with your family or some shit. But there was nothing on the other end. And then they just kept calling."
I reached for the phone, making a point of trying to seem casual. "That's weird. I'll have to call them..."