by Katie Allen
“In front of everyone?” Her voice caught on the last word when his fingertip brushed the edge of her pussy lips, skating along with just the hint of pressure. She arched into the touch, needing penetration, but he ignored her unspoken request and kept talking.
“Yeah, we wouldn’t give a shit who was watching. You’d be wet, so fucking wet, and I’d wonder if you’d been thinking about me.” His voice was hoarse as he traced patterns in the dampness on her inner thighs. “If you’d sat at your desk, pretending to work, with your hand tucked between your legs while you imagined it was me fingering you.”
He caught her clit between two fingers and tugged. Beyond words, she just made a desperate sound, a kind of squeaky moan that would have been humiliating if she wasn’t so far beyond embarrassment. All she cared about was that he kept touching her, kept talking, kept bringing her closer and closer to climax.
“Even though you’d be wet, you’d be tight, so fucking tight that I could barely stand to move. I would, though. I’d grab your hips, pull almost out and then slam back in. I’d pound into you, and it’d feel so good you’d scream.”
Lauren definitely felt like screaming. To her intense disappointment, his fingers left her clit and were dipping just slightly into her pussy. If she didn’t get some kind of penetration, his fingers or his cock or something more than this teasing touch, her head was going to implode.
“I’d come inside you so that, even after I pulled out, after you stood up and tugged your skirt down, after I walked away, you’d still smell like me. The other guys in the office, the ones who were always checking out your ass or your tits when you walked by, they’d know to stay away, know I’d just fucked you and that you were mine.”
On that last word, he finally, finally drove his cock into her. He filled her for only a blissful moment before he was gone. Lauren cried out in protest.
“Fuck,” he grunted, twisting around to reach for a condom. “Got caught up and almost forgot.”
She managed a choked laugh. “I completely forgot. Your story—”
Her words were cut off as he slammed his latex-sheathed cock back inside her, stealing her breath. Holding her against him, Cal turned her onto her belly, lifting her hips so she could draw her knees beneath her.
Once she was positioned how he wanted her, he began to fuck her, driving into her just as hard as in the fantasy he’d described. Keeping one hand locked on her hip, his other dove beneath her to cup her breast. His fingers scissored her nipple, squeezing and tugging in that almost-rough way that made her eyes roll back into her head. With one final, blissfully painful pinch, his hand left her breast and stroked along her sweating side.
When his palm moved to rest on her back between her shoulder blades, Lauren groaned and tilted her hips. Although his hand wasn’t pressing hard, the feel of being held down wound her muscles so tightly, she trembled with the need to come. His fingers traced the line of her spine as his hand slid along her back, finally landing on her ass cheek.
His thrusts sped up as he squeezed her round cheek, digging his fingers into her flesh and then releasing. With a gasp, she tried to thrust her hips up to meet each stroke, but Cal’s hand on her hip held her still. His hand shifted, his thumb finding the crevice between her cheeks. He drove his cock into her, so deep she gasped, and then he pushed his thumb into her ass.
Her hips tried to buck up again as she came, fighting against the hold on her hip. Holding her effortlessly, he hammered his cock into her, his thrusts growing faster and uneven. His thumb moved in and out of her ass in the same rhythm, and the unfamiliar sensation mixed with twinges of pain pushed her orgasm even higher until she screamed into the pillow beneath her face.
After the final tremors of her climax shuddered through her, Lauren floated, her lax body absorbing each punishing slam of his hips. He pulled his thumb free and grabbed her other hip, holding her ass tight against him as he came with his cock as deep inside her as it would go. He shook and groaned before finally easing on top of her, pressing her facedown into the mattress. Just as she started to worry about her inability to breathe, he lowered his hands to the bed and supported most of his weight.
Nuzzling aside her hair, he kissed the nape of her neck. “Okay?”
She could only hum her contentment. He’d driven all her words out of her.
“Lauren?” His teeth nipped against the back of her neck. Obviously, he wasn’t translating her happy hum properly.
“So good,” she sighed with a shiver as he slid out of her.
The bed rocked a little as he got up. She assumed he was headed for the bathroom, but she wasn’t able to lift her heavy eyelids to watch. She figured she must be tired if she was willing to miss out on the excellent view of a naked Cal walking away.
Chapter Eight
Lauren slept hard all night, except for the three times Cal woke her up. One of those times, he had his head buried between her thighs when she drifted back to wakefulness. The other two, his roaming hands woke her before he pushed his cock into her drenched pussy.
As the gray light of dawn started creeping in around the edges of the drapes, she blinked awake. Turning her head, she saw that Cal was actually still asleep this time, sprawled on his belly and breathing heavily enough to almost be snoring.
He’d pushed all the covers off, and she smiled as she propped her head on an elbow and examined his naked body in the low light. He was perfect, and she couldn’t keep from touching him.
The moment her fingers grazed the skin over his spine, Cal’s breath caught and his body went still. She traced to the base of his skull where his head was turned away from her. He lay quietly, allowing her to explore. Reversing her path, Lauren slid her fingertips down his spine to his ass. It was hard and smooth and much too tempting, so she palmed each cheek and squeezed.
He grunted but otherwise didn’t move. Continuing her exploration, she ran her hands the length of his legs, pausing to massage the arches of his feet with her knuckles before returning to his calves and rubbing the sculpted muscles there. She explored each area while Calvin made quiet, happy sounds, small groans or murmurs that made her smile again.
Massaging the long muscles bulging at his thighs, Lauren marveled that this package of masculine perfection was hers. She’d always considered herself a normal, ordinary woman and had expected to end up with a normal, ordinary man. In no way could Cal be considered ordinary. In fact, she had to be careful that he didn’t ruin her for all other men.
She sighed, absently rubbing her palms against the muscles in his lower back. The thought of being with other men reminded her that this was probably not permanent. How could it be? It only started because she was too stubborn—and foolish—not to stay out of it when she’d realized government agents were chasing the cute mail-room guy. If she’d been smart, she’d have run the other way and not given him a haircut in the women’s bathroom.
Occupied as she was with her thoughts, Lauren was startled when the body beneath her massaging hands flipped over onto his back and sat up. With a sound suspiciously close to a growl, Cal seized her waist and lifted her over his hips, lowering her down onto his erection before she realized what was happening. She squeaked in surprise as he entered her, startled but not uncomfortable. Touching him had made her wet, so wet his bulk slid into her easily, stretching but not hurting.
They both groaned as he filled her, deeper and deeper until their groins met. Both sucked in a breath and Cal’s fingers dug into her flesh, anchoring her against him. She tipped forward, grabbing his shoulders and burying her face against his neck where the tendons stood in sharp relief beneath his skin.
Without thinking, she closed her teeth on one of the cords, biting lightly. He growled again, releasing one of her hips to cup the back of her head in his palm, pulling her more tightly against him.
Feeling guilty about the bite, Laure
n released his neck from the grip of her teeth and ran her tongue in an apologetic line across the abused skin. He hissed and, returning his hand to her hip, lifted her until his cock was almost out of her body. Pulling her back down, he shoved his hips upward at the same time, driving his erection deep inside her.
Air left her lungs in a rush as she clung to his shoulders, digging her short nails into his skin. It had to hurt, but it only seemed to incite him further. He raised and lowered her, bringing them together with quick, almost violent thrusts. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything except hang on and enjoy the ride. The rougher he fucked her, the more she enjoyed it, which would probably bother her if she weren’t flying toward an orgasm that promised to be more mind-blowing than any she’d ever had before.
He flipped her onto her back and shoved her knees to her chest. The moment of emptiness was brief but relief still filled her as his cock split her open again, making her whole once more. Lauren clung to his upper arms as he pounded into her body, his thrusts unnaturally fast. Her orgasm took her by surprise, sweeping her up and carrying her away as he hammered her hard. Dazed, she watched as he came, loving the way his body stilled with his cock deep inside her, how his expression went slack and his mouth opened slightly as he followed her into orgasm.
It wasn’t until after, when they lay tangled together, sweaty and happy, that she remembered and bolted upright.
Cal cocked a questioning eyebrow at her.
“Babies, needles, psycho scientists!” Her hands flew in frantic circles. “We got the jumbo-sized box—how could we forget to use a condom?”
“Shit.” Cal sat up next to her. “You were touching me.”
She bounced out of bed and felt the evidence of their condom-less deed trickle down her thigh. “So it was my fault.”
“No.” He paused. “But your hands were touching me. Everywhere.”
“You grabbed me and just popped it in, all bare and naked and possibly baby-making.” She started pacing.
“Fine. It was my fault.” He tracked her with narrow, hungry eyes. “It was my fault I fucked you bare. My fault you felt so incredible, so hot and wet and tight around my cock, I had to come in you. My fault I wanted to mark you, make you smell like me, make you mine.”
Somewhere in the middle of his growly speech, Lauren stopped pacing and started drifting back toward the bed, her eyes locked on his.
“No!” Her hands flew up to cover her eyes. “Must. Resist.”
“Resist what?”
“You! You and your stupid hotness!”
Lauren jumped a little when she felt his hands on her wrists, gently pulling her own from her face. “Stop it,” she said, squeezing her eyes closed. “Looking at you is what got us into trouble in the first place.”
“No. Touching is what got us into trouble.”
She opened her eyes so she could glare at him. “Looking came first. Especially naked looking.” She couldn’t help it. Her eyes darted down to see that he was fully aroused again. With a little groan, she shot her gaze back to his face.
Cal closed his eyes for a moment. “Christ. We should get going.”
“Okay.” After a moment, she prompted, “I’ll need my hands back.”
“Right. Fuck.” He dropped them and turned abruptly away, heading toward the bathroom.
As she watched that pretty, pretty backside walking away from her, Lauren pressed back a grin. “I could share your shower. Save a little time, you know—”
“No,” he barked, closing the bathroom door behind him with a snap. After a few seconds, he stuck out his head. “In what fucking universe would us showering together save time?”
She just grinned and shrugged. Cal made an obvious effort to glare but the corner of his mouth tipped up, giving him away. With a shake of his head, he ducked back into the bathroom.
* * *
“This is so wrong. We are going to hell for this for sure.” Lauren was squeezing her eyes closed. “Like, straight to hell. Do not pass Go, do not collect two hundred dollars, just directly to Lucifer’s living room.”
Cal didn’t seem too perturbed. “This is ideal. She never drives this car. It’s sixteen years old and doesn’t even have five thousand miles on it. We should have a few days before anyone notices and calls it in.” The Buick purred to life and Cal grinned, pushing the button on the garage door opener hooked to the sun visor.
With a little moan, Lauren leaned forward until her forehead rested on the dash. “This is a grandma’s car. A sweet, little old lady. How is she supposed to get to church?”
“She’ll live.” Cal shifted into reverse and eased out of the garage, hitting the button again to close the overhead door and hide the now-empty space.
Lauren craned her neck, her heart beating triple-time as she looked to see if the car’s elderly owner was in sight. Earlier, they had waited behind an absent neighbor’s six-foot privacy fence and watched the woman leave her house with her tiny fluff ball of a dog on a leash. Lauren had felt like the worst kind of creeper watching the lady and her little dog make their slow way down the street.
As soon as the woman turned the corner and disappeared from sight, Cal had taken Lauren’s hand and casually walked out of the neighbor’s gate, heading to the unlocked door at the back of the garage. Once inside, he’d grabbed the keys hanging next to the door into the house and given Lauren a little push toward the passenger seat. Her stomach churning, Lauren had climbed into the car as Cal tossed the duffel bag into the back seat.
Somehow, the fact that the woman was trusting enough to leave her garage unlocked and the keys hanging right next to the car made it so much worse.
“She’ll never trust anyone again,” Lauren sighed, relieved to see the car owner was nowhere in sight as they headed in the opposite direction of the woman and her dog.
“She’ll get it back in a few days.” Cal turned left, heading toward the road leading to the interstate. “We can put some cash in the glove box or something like that. Maybe a thank-you card. Don’t grandmas love those?”
She stared at his profile. “Yes, from their grandchildren. Not from the assholes who stole her beloved Buick.”
Cal just shrugged.
“Don’t you feel a little bad about this?” Lauren asked.
“No.”
She blinked. “Not at all?”
“Her feelings are not my priority right now. Keeping you safe is.”
Lauren was quiet as she digested his words. She’d always thought of herself as a morally strong person, but this road trip was making her question that. If she were truly a good person, would she have insisted on buying a car or taking the bus or hitchhiking? Was stealing the VW bus and now the Buick really necessary for their survival, or was Lauren on a slippery ethical slope that ended with her becoming an immoral, unfeeling criminal? Would she go back and change any of her ethically iffy decisions if it meant Cal might’ve gotten caught? Was there anything she wouldn’t do if it meant stopping his return to the lab?
“What?” Cal asked.
“What?”
He glanced at her. “You’ve been staring at me. Hard.”
“Sorry. It’s just a scary thought.”
“What is?”
“I realized there’s pretty much nothing I wouldn’t do to keep you safe.” She twisted around, digging in the duffel until her fingers closed around a plastic bag. “Gummy worm?”
Cal was silent and still, staring out the windshield. The only movement was a twitching muscle in his cheek.
Holding the bag of candy between them, she gave it a little jiggle. “Cal? Worm?”
He cleared his throat but his voice still came out rusty. “No.”
With a shrug, she popped a gummy worm in her mouth. Chewing the candy, she looked out the window.
“Hey, there’s our bus. Hi, hippie bus!” Lauren turned in her seat to watch the abandoned bus through the rear window. “Bye, hippie bus.”
Cal’s hand landed on her leg above her knee and squeezed.
Looking at him, she cocked her head. “What’s up?”
He just gave another squeeze and a half shake of his head without looking at her.
“Sure you don’t want a worm? They’re pretty tasty.” She dangled one next to him.
“No thanks.” The corner of his mouth turned up, and the muscle in his cheek stopped twitching. “You don’t have to eat that shit. We can stop for breakfast in a couple hours and have some real food.”
“I’ll be hungry again by then.” She ate the worm she’d been wiggling at him and looked out the window as they sped up the ramp onto the interstate.
“Lauren.”
“Yeah?”
“Nothing I wouldn’t do for you either.”
Her throat grew hot and tight, making it hard to swallow the latest worm. She put her hand over his, pressing it harder against her leg.
* * *
“Fuck.”
Lauren jumped. Until Cal’s muttered profanity, the car had been quiet for an hour after they’d swung through a fast-food drive-through for breakfast. She’d just been thinking of the night before and trying to resist staring at him or grabbing him or insisting he exit the interstate and find a hidden spot where she could straddle him and—
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
She had a pretty good feeling that he wasn’t talking about the kind of fuck she was thinking about, unfortunately. “What’s wrong?”
“State patrol’s behind us.”
Her stomach jumped. “Behind us? Like, after us, or behind us just tooling along, oblivious to the fact that we stole this car?”
“The first one.”
“Fuck.”
“Exactly.”
She craned her neck to see behind them. “I don’t see them.”
