Road to Temptation

by Terra Little

  “Good.” She folded her arms and sat up to lean into his strength, holding his gaze even though her face was flaming and her nipples were tight. “Because I’ve been thinking about the question you asked me earlier—you know, the one about flings—and I bought condoms today while I was out. Just in case.”

  Down boy, Broderick mentally commanded his cock.

  Thanks to the music pounding nonstop over their heads, they weren’t in any danger of being busted for trespassing. But, he thought as images of himself with his pants down around his ankles and Elise’s panties in his mouth flashed before his eyes, in another two minutes or so they sure as hell would be. Disappointment over the day’s events had been pricking at his nerves for hours. He was wired up and his system was humming with wild, unchecked adrenaline, every ounce of which was currently focused on one thing and one thing only—burying himself inside of Elise’s slick, tight walls as quickly as possible and cumming hard and fast. If he got his hands on her right now, she was liable to scream until her throat was raw and bring half the town running.

  Envisioning it, a dark, almost sinister, chuckle slipped out of his mouth before he could check it. When she took one last step toward him, he gave himself permission to pounce, snatching her up so fast that her eyes flew open and her breath caught in her throat. She was crushed against his chest, her head lolling to one side when his mouth found her ear and the tip of his tongue traced its shell delicately. “That’s interesting. Guess what I did today?”

  “What?”

  “I bought condoms...just in case.”

  Down boy, Broderick warned himself again in one breath. In the next, she turned her head and came for his mouth, and his tongue was plunging between her lips hungrily. He wasn’t aware that he’d moved until suddenly there was a dusty wall at Elise’s back, her legs were wrapped around his waist and he was grinding his granite-hard erection into the V of her thighs, straining to get as close as possible despite the cloth barriers between them. The kiss was wild and rough, wet and full of teeth, lips and tongue. Deep and punishing, he mused, momentarily withdrawing to catch his breath and then diving in again. Just the way he liked it.

  Neither of them was aware that they had company until the sound of a throat clearing nearby slipped into the midst of their dueling tongues and snapped them both to attention. From the waist up, they sprang apart, staring at each other.

  Was that you? Broderick’s gaze silently queried Elise.

  No, I thought it was you! her eyes shouted back at him.

  In unison, their heads slowly turned toward the source of the noise—a tall, willowy girl with stunning blue eyes and a shy smile. “Uncle Rick?”

  Behind her, a Captain America look-alike was staring at them with unabashed curiosity.

  Broderick glowered at him first.

  “You must be Danforth,” he snarled in lieu of a greeting. “Your timing sucks.”

  * * *

  It was raining lightly when Elise and Broderick marched Meagan out of the frat-house basement and across the back lawn to the gate a half hour later. After quickly bundling her into the backseat of the Hummer, they hopped in out of the light shower themselves. Sullen and mutinously silent, Meagan huddled in a corner of the backseat, shivering in a thin denim jacket and flannel leggings and glaring out the window.

  “I believe this belongs to you,” Broderick said, producing Meagan’s lost cell phone from a dashboard cubby and passing it back to her over his shoulder. She grabbed it and immediately tested its power, sighing with relief when the screen lit up and then frantically working the touch screen.

  “Oh my God! I thought I lost my phone,” she said. “Where did you find it? The last time I saw it was at the—”

  “Sex club,” Broderick supplied balefully. “Yes, we know.” He glanced at her in the rearview mirror and shook his head. “I took the liberty of charging it for you, so now you can use it to call your parents and tell them that you’re safe and on your way home.”

  “Why? They’re just going to yell and I can wait until I see them for that. Besides,” she whined in a voice that was almost pitiful sounding. Almost. “I’ve got a killer headache and I’m starving.”

  Elise and Broderick traded looks as the engine roared to life and he peeled off down the alley.

  “Call them.”

  “Come on, Uncle Rick. I’ll be home in, what, a couple of hours? If you’re not going to feed me, the least you can do is let me sleep off my buzz before I see or talk to them. It’s the only humane thing to do.”

  Broderick’s sigh was long-suffering times ten. “Meagan... Elizabeth... Barclay,” he growled, aiming a death look at her in the rearview mirror.

  “Oh, all right, Uncle Rick, jeez! I’ll call them, but could I please just have a minute to prepare myself first?”

  “This isn’t your first time pulling a stunt like this, Meggie. You know the drill.”

  “You used to be my favorite godfather. What happened?”

  “You turned thirteen and discovered lip gloss, Spanish Fly and gangsta rap, that’s what happened. And, as far as I know, I’m your only godfather, so lucky me. What the hell were you thinking? Any number of things could’ve happened to you, particularly in your condition.”

  “Wow, it sure didn’t take long for you to bring that up, did it?”

  “You had to know it wouldn’t, given the seriousness of the situation, Meggie. You aren’t exactly known for making the greatest decisions under the best of circumstances. I don’t understand how you thought that gallivanting across the countryside with some playboy jock, while you were in the middle of a manic episode and refusing treatment, was a smart thing to do.”

  “Really, Uncle Rick?” Sitting up, Meagan stuck her head in the space between the front seats and divided an incriminating look between Broderick and Elise. “Really?”

  “You know, emphasizing a word to death in no way increases its power.”

  “Well, neither does ignoring the irony of the situation. Which is,” Meagan emphasized, “the fact that you’re lecturing me about good decision making and I just caught the two of you going at it in a frat-house basement. As a matter of fact, I think your fly might still be undone.”

  “No, what’s ironic is that you allegedly caught me being a grown-ass man, while you were high as a kite and clearly under the influence of alcohol, both of which, at your age, are illegal substances.”

  Meagan’s rebuttal was lightning quick. “I would like to point out that I was allegedly under the influence of illegal substances. You don’t know that for sure, and I have admitted to nothing.”

  “Why don’t you save your twisted closing arguments for your father?”

  The Hummer merged onto the interstate and bullied its way over into the fast lane. Grumbling under her breath, Meagan flopped back against the seat and filled the cabin with the most tortured-sounding groan that Elise had ever heard. “This is so unfair. There are millions of teenagers in the world, and I have to be the only one who never gets away with anything. It’s like I live in a prison or something.”

  “With a heated pool and a seasonal clothing allowance,” Broderick reminded her. “Don’t forget about the heated pool and seasonal clothing allowance.”

  “I beg your pardon, but a clothing allowance is a necessity, Uncle Rick.”

  “Sure it is.”

  Tongue-in-cheek, Elise looked up from the text that she was busy composing and darted a cautious glance at Broderick. Seeing that he was stone-faced with rage, she bit back a smile and finished her text. “I just texted Joel and Olivia with an update,” she said, slipping into the exchange quietly. “They’re aware that we’re on our way home with Meagan.”

  “Thank you,” Broderick said.

  “You’re welcome.”

  “Soooo...what’s up with you two? Are you, like, a cou
ple or what?”

  “Or what,” Elise and Broderick replied in unison, shooting each other surprised glances.

  “You answered that pretty quickly,” he murmured, glancing at Elise as he typed his password into the laptop and then tapped the glowing screen to summon a map. It popped up a second later, already in progress.

  “So did you, now leave me alone.” As entertaining as his and Meagan’s quirky little family dynamic was to watch and listen to, she was way too distracted to take an active role in it. The most she was capable of doing right now was appreciating Meagan’s quick tongue and Broderick’s obvious frustration from a safe distance, as evidenced by her attempt at invisibility throughout much of the play-by-play. She was in no shape for a fight, not with a hot, wet vagina pulsing between her thighs and a clitoris that was swollen to twice its size nestled within in its slick folds. Honestly, she was relieved that they’d found Meagan safe and sound, but if Broderick thought that Peter Danforth’s timing was bad, then Meagan’s was even worse.

  Not only did Elise not relish the idea of an overnight road trip in weather that could create icy road conditions at any time, but she especially didn’t like the idea of suffering through what was turning out to be an ongoing pre-orgasmic state with an audience on hand to witness it. Fighting with Broderick right now was a twisted sort of foreplay that she didn’t need. Hadn’t she been caught in enough compromising situations for one day?

  If they hadn’t been interrupted, she’d have had sex with him in a stranger’s dusty basement, up against the wall like a horny teenager, with one of her breasts shoved into his mouth and her panties dangling from one of her ankles. And she would’ve loved every second of it. Coming to grips with that was titillating enough, because she’d never done anything like it before, but even more so was the sudden realization that she was pissed at the missed opportunity.

  “I wasn’t going to start a fight.”

  Her cell phone vibrated in her lap. “Good,” Elise replied, reading the incoming text message. “Joel just texted back to let us know that they’re waiting up and, apparently, Broderick, he’s having their housekeeper prepare your favorite meal.”

  “Wait, so, not only do I have to listen to them yell and scream when I get home, but I have to eat eggplant Parmesan, too? Oh my...” Meagan threw up her hands. “This is unreal!”

  “It sucks to be you, doesn’t it?” Broderick asked the rearview mirror. His goddaughter’s spoiled face pouted back at him. “Text him back, please, Elise, and tell him thank you, but we won’t be escorting Meggie home tonight. I’m sending her by chopper, with two of my field agents, so she should be home in an hour and a half. I have some business that I need to finish up here.”

  “Why don’t I have Olivia follow up with a phone call in the meantime?” Elise suggested as she began texting back. “In case they have questions that they’d like answered sooner rather than later.”

  “Wait, you’re worried about me being alone with a college guy but you’re sending me off alone, in the middle of the night, with two mysterious hunks who probably haven’t seen a woman in God knows how long?” Meagan blurted out incredulously. “Should I be worried?”

  “I’m sending you home with Agent Morris and Agent Stross. Remember them?”

  “The gay guy whose wedding I sang at last summer and the Russian woman who used to be the head of Dad’s security detail?”

  “That would be them.”

  “Oh my God! You’re killing me here, Uncle Rick! I mean it, I’m dead back here. Like, I’m actually about to flatline.”

  Grinning, Broderick glanced up at the rearview mirror. “Meggie?”

  Meagan sighed. “What?”

  “Shut up.”

  Chapter 10

  “It’s official. You’re never going to be her favorite godfather again,” Elise yelled at Broderick over the noise of the helicopter’s spinning rotor blades. “You know that, right?” Smiling, she looked at him and found that he was already looking at her.

  “She’ll get over it,” he yelled back at her, smiling, too.

  Having just finished escorting Meagan to the Cannon Corp helicopter and handing her over to two of the most tight-faced, no-nonsense agents that Elise had ever seen—in person or on film—they were standing a safe distance away from the wind force of the blades, awaiting the chopper’s takeoff. Behind them, across a swatch of wet grass, the Hummer was parked at the side of the road, with its headlights on, set to high beam and slanted in their direction for visibility. After the helicopter’s landing skids lifted off from the landing strip, slowly rising into the night sky and taking its flashing lights with it, the path that the Hummer’s narrow halogen beams illuminated for them was the only thing standing between them and pitch blackness.

  Slanting a hand over her eyes against the gently falling rain, Elise watched the helicopter’s ascent until its shiny black paint could no longer be distinguished from the night sky, then lowered her gaze to Broderick’s face. His expression was blank and unreadable. She hoped hers was, too.

  “So...we’re alone again,” he mused, still smiling.

  Elise felt her face heating up, but she refused to look away. “So we are.” Am I really going to do this? Again? “What’s next on the agenda?” To have something to do, someplace else to look, other than into his sleepy-looking, mesmerizing eyes, she glanced back at the Hummer and then up at the dripping sky. “You mentioned unfinished business. Does that mean we’re stopping off someplace else first before we go home?”

  “Why don’t we get out of the rain and talk about it?” he suggested, motioning for her to precede him to the Hummer. When she did, he fell in step behind her.

  “All right, but if you’ve masterminded some kind of criminal plan that you think I’m going to participate in, then—” In the rural night air, the high-pitched chirping sound that suddenly cracked the silence was like a bomb going off. Elise jumped, then froze, looking around wildly. “What in the hell was that?”

  Behind her, Broderick’s deep, seductive chuckle reached her ears a second before the Hummer’s headlights switched off and every thing went completely black. Unable to see her hand in front of her face, Elise stood still, waiting. “Broderick... I swear to God, if this is some kind of joke, I—oh my God!” He grabbed her around her waist from behind, pulling her back against him with splayed hands that instantly set off crawling in opposite directions along her torso. She was so distracted by the sensation of his warm breath shooting down the side of her neck and the tip of his dancing tongue against the shell of her ear that his X-rated intentions didn’t fully register until she felt the front clasp of her bra pop loose and the arctic sting of cold air against her exposed skin. With the front of her jacket hanging open, the hem of her sweater bunched up underneath her chin and her naked breasts bouncing freely in the frigid air, she had no choice but to go along for the ride as he walked them closer to the Hummer.

  “The only plan I’ve masterminded is one that involves making you cum in as many positions as I can conceive of before we both pass out from exhaustion,” Broderick whispered directly into Elise’s ear as he palmed her breasts and toyed with the tips of her nipples. She gasped when he licked the slope of her neck like it was a dripping ice-cream cone and then moaned when his teeth sank into the flesh there with just enough bite to make her shiver. “But, in case it matters, some of the things that I plan to do to you are still illegal in a couple of different states. Like this,” he growled as they slowed to a stop and one hand left her jiggling breasts. Streaking down to the snap of her jeans, it quickly went to work there. “I’m pretty sure that this is illegal...somewhere.”

  Before Elise knew what was happening, Broderick’s hand plunged down the front of her jeans and cupped her mound through her thong. “Your thong is soaked, Elise,” he accused as his fingers parted her slick folds and dove in. “Oooh, and, look,
so is your pussy.”

  Collapsing back against him, Elise’s stomach hollowed out in surprised delight. “Oooh,” she moaned, trembling as her hips began pistoning back and forth against his long fingers with a mind of their own. He sank his thumb and two fingers between her lips and used them to expertly antagonize her clitoris, working the swollen nub like it was a joystick and he was a master controller. Elise’s toes curled inside her boots. “Oooh, that feels s-so good...don’t stop...”

  He chuckled in her ear. “Do you have any idea how hard my cock is for you right now, Elise?”

  She bucked back against his groin, felt his thick erection pressing against her butt and released a long, shaky, pre-orgasmic breath. “N-no.”

  “Would you like to find out?” Her knees nearly buckled when they started walking again.

  How was she supposed to walk when every nerve in her body was on fire?

  “Oh, no you don’t,” he said, trapping her against him with what felt like a steel band around her waist, while his fingers continued their sensual assault. “Stay with me, gorgeous. We’re almost there.”

  She shook her head frantically against his chest. “I c-can’t. Oh... I’m cumming! Oh, God... I’m cumming!”

  “What’s the matter, Elise?” Broderick crooned in her ear. “We’re only a few steps away from the Batmobile. Can’t you wait?”

  His fingers were playing so wildly between her thighs, swimming around in her gushing slit so erratically, that her pants had shimmied down around her hips in retreat. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, urging him on as the pads of his fingers rotated her swollen clitoris round and round, up and down, and side to side. She was panting like a dog, this close to exploding from the inside out and flooding his palm with her honey. The little angel perched on one of her shoulders was outraged. Elise, you should be ashamed of yourself! Look at you! But the little devil perched on her other shoulder couldn’t have cared less. Well, it’s about time, it purred gleefully. Loosen up for once in your life and just...enjoy. We deserve this!