CHAPTER TWENTY
Sky was giddy from the escape.
It’d torn her apart in there, because Rory could have been hurt. All of the wild emotions she felt condensed into desire—pure liquid heat pulsing at her center. She was horny as hell and once they made it outside the building, it was clear Rory was as well.
Several of the hoardings had been flattened, leaving the building open to the sight of passers by. It wouldn’t be long before the community police found the site being used. She caught sight of Rory’s bike parked down the side of the building.
“Come here, you crazy girl.” He headed for the bike and hung his helmet over the handlebar. He pulled her into the shadows against the nearby wall, his mouth covering hers in a frantic kiss.
Weak with desire, emotion catching in her throat, she clasped his erection through his jeans.
He ran his hands inside her jacket and over the fabric covering her breasts.
“Need to be inside you,” he rasped.
“Oh god, yes, is there enough time?”
He answered by hitching up her tight barista uniform skirt. His fingers followed the line of her underwear, easing the fabric in against her swollen, sensitive folds until he reached her clit. When he touched her there, pressing firmly, she moaned aloud.
His hand slipped inside of her panties. “You’re wet.”
“I want you, badly, that’s why.”
The sound of his zipper made her take action. He really was going to do this, now. Adrenaline pumped in her veins, thrilled as she was by his actions. She wriggled her damp underwear down until it fell around her ankles.
“And I want you,” he responded. “God knows why, I’m so frickin’ angry with you. You should never have gone with him.”
She got even hotter with everything he said. The clock ticking, there wouldn’t be time for this. “Please Rory, I only did it to help.”
“Help? Christ. You always were a prick tease. Look what you’ve done to me.”
He took her hand and wrapped it around the hard, hot length of his erection.
Deep inside, her core clamped, longing for it there.
Clasping his cock, riding it with her hand, she looked at him pleadingly from under her lashes. “Don’t make her beg for forgiveness.” Even as she said it she realized the idea made her hotter still. She was so aroused, she couldn’t help herself. “Please. Rory.”
“It’ll be hard and fast. Can you take it?” His voice was hoarse. He was every bit as turned on as she was.
She managed to nod.
Lifting her from her feet, he wrapped her legs around his hips. Her hands locked on his shoulders possessively, her body throbbing with desire.
She laughed, breathlessly. The way he took control of her body—wow. It did all the right things. Her core clamped on itself repeatedly, wanting his hardness there.
She was hot and wet and wriggling like mad, desperate to be filled by him. “Hurry,” she urged. “Be quick.”
He wrapped his hands under her bottom and lifted her, shoving her back up against the wall. “Hold on tight.”
Gripping his sides with her knees, she sucked in her breath when she felt his cock pushing inside her, stretching her open and filling her. She had to bite her lip to hold back from moaning her reaction out loud.
In one stroke he filled her to the hilt.
Wrapping her hands around his neck, she held on tight. She was acutely aware of the rough wall at her back as he rode her against it, lifting her bodily with each thrust. The raw physical lust made her shudder.
She gasped for breath, her whole pelvis on fire.
“Oh yes,” The relief of being filled with him made her body vibrate with pleasure. Her arms felt too weak to support her. He pulled her hips toward him, lifting her physically, and she nodded, loving the brutal intensity of this act.
He grinned at her.
Like a jolt of electricity straight to her center, that smile turned her desire to liquid heat. The pulse at her center hammered, orgasm closing fast. They were fucking, up against the wall, so close to the road, so close to danger. “Oh…such a rush!”
“Christ, yes,” he murmured.
Then the crown of his cock pressed against her center and she arched her back, her shoulders pivoting against the wall, and cried out, squeezing her knees tight against his hips. Her body was so wired by the thrill she reached orgasm moments later, crying out with relief. She was still shuddering with release when he began to thrust faster, quickly sending her back there again.
“Fuck, you’re so hot!” He thrust hard and fast, working into her over and over again.
A hot tide swelled in the pit of her belly. She was closing on a second orgasm with every thrust of his body. Grasping him around the back of his neck, she urged him on. “So glad we’re doing this.”
“You do know I’m crazy about you?” he asked, right then, right when we were both on the edge of orgasm.
“I fuckin’ love you, you crazy woman.”
Oh, how that hit her—it hit her where she was on fire for him. She threw back her head, multiple highs carrying her into orgasm. “I love you too, you crazy guy.”
Her core contracted and went into spasm. Relief washed over her. His cock swelled and bowed inside her, then jerked and spent.
All that mattered was he’d said he loved her. She wrapped herself around him, kissing him, her hands roving back and forth over his head.
“I want you to know something. Everything I’ve done and will do is because I love you as my girl, not my stepsister.”
“Your girl?”
“Yes. My girl.”
She nodded, and then cupped his jaw, stroking his stubble with her thumb.
“Now put your panties back on and let’s get the hell out of here.” His eyes were filled with mischief.
Hurriedly, she pulled herself together, giggling as she did so.
Rory glanced at his watch. “We’ve got to go. Jackson’s going to be really pissed in about forty-five seconds.”
He climbed on the bike, urging her to get on behind him.
She wriggled her skirt back up a bit, hardly caring when it ripped as she climbed on.
“Such a rush!” She laughed joyously, not caring about the state her clothes were in, or that an incensed Jackson might appear at any moment. Not caring about anything, except what they’d done and what they’d said.