Sighing, I keep his stare and get a really good look at him for the first time in weeks. His posture is fatigued. The circles under his own eyes are darkening by the day like my own. “I am thankful for you, man, but it’s stagnant water we’re floating in, and it’s,” I groan and run my hands through my sweat-soaked hair in frustration.
“We have to trust that France knows what he’s doing.”
“What if he’s just as lost as we are?” I ask, the thought terrifying. “Don’t you find it pretty disconcerting that he chose now to search for his birth father? Seems like some sort of existential shit to me, and it couldn’t be worse timing.”
“He’s wondering why it’s been so hard to get ahold of you the last few days.”
“Yeah, well, he can keep wondering because he’s been ignoring me for his own selfish shit since he left.”
“So, it’s not this thing with Cecelia?”
I shake my head. “That’s temporary. Everyone knows that, including Sean. So, ignorance is bliss, right? Maybe I’ll fuck around with that mindset for a while.”
Shoulders slumping, I shake my head. “Doesn’t matter . . . things are changing, and apparently so are we, and nothing about any of this feels right.”
“I believe you, Dom. You don’t have to convince me of anything. And no matter how much shit changes or how much we change, I’m not going anywhere, okay?” He’s only a foot away now, his back to the open bay as rain starts to pour behind him.
I nod in reply, a slight bit of tension easing off my shoulders.
“And you’re right,” he sighs. “He’s being selfish with his quest, and the timing is questionable. But considering how long he’s been at this without us, he deserves it. Hell, with what we’re undertaking with no end in sight, maybe we deserve to indulge in a little escape if we can manage to find it.”
My reply dies on my tongue when I spot Cecelia over his shoulder, standing outside of the bay in a solid white sundress, lust-glazed blues rolling over my profile. Static instantly lights my veins, along with a sweep of relief as I exhale the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
“Yeah,” I whisper hoarsely, unable to rip my gaze away, as Tyler follows my focus. “Maybe we should.”
The next roll of thunder has nothing on the roar in my chest as thin cotton clings to my midday mirage, who’s rapidly becoming soaked while charged seconds pass between us. A puff of temperature-invoked smoke billows from her heaving chest as her soaked dress outlines her erect nipples and every curve. I no longer have to wonder about the how because it’s crystal clear she’s here to collect.
She came. For me.
“I’ll find somewhere else to be,” Tyler muses, turning to stalk out as Cecelia sets into motion, passing him without so much as a glance. The slam of the bay door behind him leaves us cloaked in dim light as we collide. The impact is like a much-needed shot that rapidly seeps into my bloodstream—Sweet. Fucking. Relief.
Her moan vibrates my tongue as she surrounds me entirely—her scent, her skin, and her noises. My entire body is alight with need—my cock, already fully hard, strains to get to her through my zipper. Kissing her back just as feverishly, I lift her to straddle me, and she molds around me as if it’s natural. It feels that way and has since our first kiss on that float. When we finally part, she looks up at me, pupils blown with desire. “Please don’t stop, Dom. I need you.”
Stunned by her easy admission, I prop her on the hood to relieve my screaming wrist and run my hands over her soaked arms as her eyes search mine. “Cold?”
“No,” she murmurs, grinding her center along my cock.
It’s been one too many fucking days without rain, without her.
“Dom,” she pleas for relief, as if I’m the only one capable of giving it to her. Right now, in her eyes and her touch, she makes me feel like I am. God knows she’s quickly becoming the only thing I want more than vengeance.
I can’t have that yet . . . but I can have her.
My blissful ignorance.
So, for now, I’ll get lost in the oblivion she offers because I need her too—if only for the peace she brings with her. I might be horrible at this, but she’s got a way of making me feel like an expert.
She stares up at me expectantly as scenarios race through my mind of how the next few minutes might play out if I get greedy and take my salvation here and now. The thought of interruption likely, I reluctantly set her to her feet. Her hands continue to roam, plucking at my clothes, running along my abs as she lifts to press hot kisses to my neck. Unable to help my chuckle, I pull away, and she glowers at me. “Give me a minute.”
She stares back at me, exasperated. “Seriously?”
“Be right back.”
Stalking into the lobby, I pull my cell from the safe and dial the number, thankful when it’s answered on the first ring.
“Hey, Cindy, need a favor,” I glance over at Cecelia, who’s running her hands up and down her arms, and narrow my eyes. Little liar. She is cold. “Twenty minutes? Leave me a little something? Thanks, Cindy, I owe you.”
Walking back into the garage, I drink her in, hair-soaked, tan skin glistening even with the lack of light. She stares back at me, just as greedily but seemingly lost. After securing the bay, I take her hand and lead her out of the garage as I lock up before tucking her into my passenger seat. Firing up my Camaro, I crank up the heat and turn onto the main road as rain floods the windshield.
Flicking up my blades to clear it, I shift gears, leaving my hand on the gearshift. Instinctively, Cecelia covers my idle hand, and I pull it out of reach.
Glancing over, I see the sting of rejection as my cock dismisses it and speaks on my behalf, snapping out my first order. “Lift your dress.”
She does, and I freeze when I see a thin strip of cobalt blue.
Fuck me.
“Show me what I’ve been missing, Cecelia.”
She goes to pull her panties down, and I jerk my chin and bark. “No, leave them on.” Retribution is in order for the number of fucking scenarios I’ve drummed up starring those panties. “Pull them to the side and spread your pussy with your fingers,” I snap as I give the car a little gas, “show me.”
Head tilted back, she stares over at me, eyes hooding as she gives me a glimpse of heaven.
“Wider,” I bite out, on the verge of parking any-fucking-where close to get inside her. She does my bidding, and I don’t get my fill when forced to snap my focus back to the road. “Dip your fingers in and give me a taste.”
When she starts to lift glistening fingers in my peripheral, I snatch them into my mouth, sucking and savoring her taste, determined to drown in it. Her answering moan echoes through the cabin, whispering straight to my cock, which jerks in response. Doing everything I can not to drive recklessly, I release her fingers with a pop while mentally clearing my calendar, replacing everything on my to-do list with eating her until my lips and tongue are saturated by her.
Heartbeat thundering, I ease up on the gas—forced to slow around every curve as we head up the mountain, every stretch of mile agonizing. Allowing myself one more glance over, I witness a drop of water land and run down her exposed thigh and decide to replace it with the cum leaking from the tip of my dick.