Twenty-Four Hours (Shattered Boundaries Book 1)

by Anthony, Carolyn

  “Make it happen,” he grunted, pulling her halfway over the console.

  “You’re a crazy man!”

  He tugged her down to him by the chain of his dog tags. He ran his tongue over her bottom lip, sucking it in between his, as she slowly maneuvered toward him.

  She groaned into his mouth, and god bless her, she somehow managed to balance one knee on the console, and the other on the seat in between his leg and his door, putting her right over his lap.

  Framing her face in his hands, Jake tilted her head to get a deeper angle on her mouth as her fingers raked down his chest.

  With frantic hands, Eve tugged his shirt and undershirt out of his pants and put both palms on his stomach.

  “You’re always so warm. I missed your skin against mine.”

  “Need your mouth, hon.” He gripped the back of her head and sucked her tongue into his mouth. “Fuck, I’ve missed the taste of you.”

  “Kiss me...please,” she begged against his lips, her breathing ragged. “Kiss me.” Her hands moved along his chest and down to the top of his pants.

  “Pull my cock out, baby. I want to feel you slide against me.”

  She leaned back a little to stare at him and her arms slowly wrapped around her chest. Her eyes searched his face and then she glanced out the window.

  “Get out of your head, Eve. Do you trust me to keep you safe?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, still staring out the window.

  “Do you think I’d ever put you into any situation I can’t handle?”

  “No.”

  “Then what did I say?”

  The steel of his tone had her eyes back to his instantly. “You said, take your pants off.”

  “That isn’t what I said. What did I say exactly?”

  She hesitated and her eyes dropped to his mouth.

  He shackled her wrists and pulled her arms to his chest, putting her mouth inches from his.

  “To...pull your cock out.” Her eyes stayed locked on his mouth.

  “Eyes, Eve.” When her eyes jumped to his, he smirked. Jesus, she was fucking perfect. “Finish it.”

  “You want to feel me against you.” Her voice was barely audible, her breathing shallow.

  “Not what I said. Exactly as I said it.”

  “You want to feel me slide against you.”

  Jake nodded at her reassuringly. “Good, baby. Now get to it.” He let her hands go.

  * * *

  Eve moved forward, needing the connection to Jake, needing his mouth on hers. She was pretty much naked in his front seat, scrunched on top of him, and damn, if it wasn’t the most intense situation she’d been in with him yet. The atmosphere of the truck was steamy, hot, and the windows had already fogged over. The smell of the ocean mixed with their arousal and the aroma was intoxicating.

  She reached down his chest to his belt, quickly unbuckling the hardware and pulling the tail through the buckle. Moving to the button on his pants, she slipped it out and pulled down his zipper.

  “I don’t want to get you...um, wet,” she murmured, feeling a bit embarrassed.

  “Baby, if it’s you, I’ll stay wet all damn day, pull ‘em down.”

  Her cheeks burned at his words. She reached down and tugged his pants low enough to reach in and pull his cock out of the soft material of his boxers. Eve wrapped her hand around the hard length of him. His skin was velvet over steel against her palm. She loved the feel of him. Never believing herself to be a sexual person, Jake had unleashed an inner sexuality and desire she’d never have thought herself capable of. Now that he’d acquainted her with this other side, she didn’t want to go back to being numb, to being alone, or isolated. All of which she was—without him.

  She’d never had sex in a car before. Hell, she’d never made out in a car before. This was the night for firsts. His windows were tinted—illegally tinted. Government tinted. Convinced nobody could see in, she embraced the moment. Sliding her hand over him, she ran her thumb across the slit of his cockhead and through the pearly droplet at the tip.

  “I love touching you,” she whispered to him softly.

  “Then touch me, baby.”

  His hands moved to her hips and he threw the sides of the dress away from her body. He positioned her above him and yanked her down, so her damp lips split over the top of his shaft.

  “Fuck...I’ve waited months to feel your hot, wet pussy,” he ground out, pulling her face to his. “To taste those soft lips, make you come on my tongue.” He bit her bottom lip.

  “Jesus, Jake,” she whimpered. As her mouth opened slightly, his tongue slipped in and out between hers. He knew exactly how to tease her, touch her, what to say to get her off. When he had her this worked up, Eve wanted all of him. Nothing half way. She wanted his hand wrapped tight in her hair, his tongue in her mouth and him—buried deep inside her. She didn’t even try to hold back the long moan when he rubbed against her.

  “Move for me.” His hands guided her hips back and forth on top of him.

  Picking up the rhythm he set, she slid along his cock with her hands anchored on his shoulders. Each downstroke nudged the top of her clit and her stomach began a familiar clenching.

  He pushed her breasts together and sucked both nipples into his mouth at once.

  The texture of his tongue and the soft bristle of his goatee on the swell of her breasts had her greedy for more. He flicked his tongue over her nipples, before gently biting down. When she cried out, he sucked the abused buds, quelling the sting with the warmth and pressure of his mouth. She couldn’t decide if it hurt or if she needed more. It was a distinct paradox of pleasure and pain that rewired her sense of pleasure to something a little more intense.

  He licked at her nipples as the head of his cock glided between her swollen lips, nudging her clit.

  When she pulled back a little, his hands took up where his mouth left off. Anchoring one hand on the door and the other on the console, Eve lifted her hips enough, so she didn’t put too much pressure on his back where his scar was, but could still easily move against him.

  Her legs began to shake and with each slide of her hips, her arousal coated him, welcomed him. The heat they’d generated left a thin sheen of sweat between her breasts and on her thighs. The air surrounding them became thick and the smell of their combined arousal pushed her closer to a second climax.

  “Keep moving, honey,” he ordered. His voice had taken on that deep rasp she craved.

  He twisted his wrist and spread her lips with two fingers, licked his thumb on his free hand and brought it down to rub her as she moved on top of him. “Jesus, you’re swollen, baby. So hot, so beautiful.”

  Eve cried out as he rubbed her, wanting him to fill her up so badly. She threw her head back.

  “I want you inside me.”

  “Not yet. Not here.”

  “I need you,” she groaned and frowned back down at him.

  “Pouting won’t work. Once I’m inside you, it’ll take a natural fucking disaster to get me out. You’ll wait.” His thumb never stopped as he held her wide open with the other hand. “Does that feel good?”

  “Yeah...yes.”

  “Do you want my tongue on your clit?”

  Jesus, that was all she wanted at this exact moment. His beautiful, hot, mouth on her most sensitive spot. Since the first night, he’d shown her how life-altering that experience could be, it was the one thing she craved above anything else that he’d done to her. At night, in bed, she ached for the feel of his mouth against her. The way he held her open, the way he took care of her, knew what she needed and how she needed it. After he made her come, he would move up along her body, kiss her and enter her in one fluid movement, knowing she needed the intimacy of feeling his body deep within hers.

  “Babe, let’s just get to the hotel...please.”

  “
Answer me.”

  Her cheeks burned as her eyes met his. “Yes,” she said weakly.

  “Aw, honey. That’s nothing to be ashamed of. Own that. Come here.”

  “Come where?” She chuckled at him. They’d already gotten creatively acrobatic. There was no way this was happening without getting into the back seat. “There’s nowhere to go.”

  He let out a confident snort. “I know my ride, baby. Lift up.”

  “No, no! We can’t do this here!” Her hair flew around her as she shook her head and moved to climb off him.

  “Hey! Hey. Stop.” He grabbed her arms not allowing her to move. “Eve...when we were younger, if you’d been mine, I would’ve shown you everything then. We didn’t get that chance. Let me give you this. Let me show you what you missed—what we missed.”

  She stared down at him, her hair sticking to her damp skin. The tears threatened, but she’d promised him she wouldn’t cry. All the new things she was going through with him now, she should’ve experienced this so many years ago, but that wasn’t the path life had paved for them. But they were here now. For right now, he was hers and she was his.

  Keeping her eyes locked to his, she lifted up from him.

  He scooted all the way back on the seat until his back was almost against the headrest. “Give me your legs.”

  “You’re kidding!”

  “Stop talking. Hold onto the door and the console. Keep your weight on your arms.”

  “Jake...!” She did what he said, because it was futile to argue with him when he was this focused.

  He grabbed her right calf and pulled it up on his shoulder and then the left. “Hold tight.”

  “You’re insane!” This was manic and near impossible.

  He laughed with her, because the situation was too intense and too humorous not to.

  They were like two horny teenagers. She’d never gone through the horny-teen phase. A phase she should’ve gone through with him.

  “Here we go,” he warned as he pulled her legs up behind his head, so the back of her knees were anchored over his shoulders.

  “Don’t hurt yourself!” She panicked.

  “It’s all good. Push forward.”

  This was nuts! No question he was certifiably insane. When she inched forward, her feet hit the back seat on either side of his head.

  “Yup,” he said, knowingly. “You never listen to me. Now, come here.” His hand cupped her ass and lifted her to his face.

  Eve held tight, so her weight didn’t come down on his chest. She was able to hold herself over him using his seat and the console for leverage.

  “Babe!” She gasped until she felt the wet slide of his tongue run up along her lips and her head instantly dropped back. Their past and her unfortunate future without him—all forgotten.

  Just him. Just her.

  “Oh...god.” She moaned helplessly.

  “Open wider for me, baby.”

  He couldn’t use his hands as he usually did, because it was taking both of them to help her balance above him.

  “I wake up craving the taste of you. Every. Fucking. Day.”

  Nobody had ever spoken to her like Jake. Ever. That sort of talk never held any appeal to her before him. In fact, it would’ve been an instant turn-off coming from any other man. But when he spoke to her like this, he didn’t even have to touch her. She’d almost come a few times simply by him just talking to her on the phone.

  He flicked his tongue across her inner lips, the tip teasing just under her throbbing clit.

  When she whimpered and pushed closer to him, he ran his tongue up the sides and across the top of her hood. As if sensing how close she was, he sucked her into his mouth.

  “Jake!” Eve hissed as her body exploded. The strength in her arms nearly gave out.

  He gripped her hips tighter and softly licked at her until the tremors in her thighs and stomach passed.

  She panted and dropped her head back, breathing through her open mouth.

  “Now slide that sweet pussy over my cock,” he ordered, helping her untangle herself enough to straddle him again.

  Eve ached. She wasn’t used to coming like that and not having him inside her immediately after. It was a connection she needed with him after experiencing something so intimate.

  “You said we’re safe. Make love to me.” She sat down on his lap, then slid up and down his velvety shaft, coating him with her juices.

  “Soon, hon. Just ride me for a minute.” He gripped her hips, not allowing her to slip him inside of her.

  Bending at the hips, Eve laid her chest on his, putting her mouth to his ear. “Please—I need you.”

  Jake’s hands moved to either side of her face and his thumbs wiped away the tears she was unaware had fallen. “I’m right here. Right here.”

  Eve kept moving on him, slowly, rocking back and forth. She buried her face against his neck, taking in his scent as his breathing began to pick up. Putting more pressure on him, her lips, hugged the sides of his length, sliding over the top of him. She clenched her inner muscles and squeezed as she stroked him with her body.

  Wrapping his hands around her biceps, he pushed her up into a sitting position. “Look down. See what this looks like. You never watch. I want you to see us together.” Jake tugged the sides of her dress away from her body.

  Eve glanced down. The foggy glow of the street lamps provided just enough light, so she could watch herself moving on top of him. He was wet from her juices and the sight of his cock pushing out from in between her lips with every rock of her hips was probably the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. She didn’t even try to hold the tears back. This was how she’d always imagined making love with the right man would feel like.

  Jake had no tolerance for shame, guilt, regret or shyness. He lived in the moment and demanded that of her, which made everything more energized, more intense. Given what he did for a living, he lived life on the edge and every minute as if it were his last. He approached making love to her the same way—no inhibitions, instinctive responses and fully committed.

  “Jake. Please.” Eve sighed. She was oversensitive now, but the skin of his shaft was so soft she couldn’t help the arousal building inside her. She collapsed against his chest. “Babe, either make love to me or stop.”

  The vibration of his sexy chuckle tickled her ear.

  “You’ve had enough, hon.” He reached down and rubbed the mushroom head of his cock slowly, then squeezed on a long groan.

  Eve stopped moving and watched him, mesmerized. He was right. She never watched when they were together. It already hurt too much when he left. Memories were one thing—the visual of what they looked like together, how perfect they fit, would kill her.

  “I’m so fucking close. Get back over there,” he said, tucking himself back inside his pants, which were now wet.

  Eve put her hands over her face. “Jake—you can’t walk into the hotel like that.”

  He smiled at her as he pulled the sides of her dress together, but left it untied. “I do hope you know me better than that by now.”

  A smile pushed at her lips. “Of course, but—”

  “Then let’s get out of here, and they’re black pants, baby. Can’t see shit.”

  She carefully moved her legs off him and climbed back into the passenger’s seat. Pulling the dress tight around her, she began to lace it back up.

  The truck started up and he shackled her wrist. “Don’t knot that thing. It won’t be on long.”

  Turning to him, her face flamed.

  Wrapping a hand around the back of her head, he pulled her forehead against his. “You’re sweating.” His lips moved to her ear.

  “It’s your fault.” She rested her head on his shoulder.

  “I like the taste of your sweat.” He tilted her face to him, kissing her long, slow and de
ep. Moving a hand into her hair, he held her against him. Before settling back into his seat, Jake pulled back and kissed her forehead—he did that all the time. Something about that one simple action communicated more than he ever did with words.

  Just one of the traits she loved about him, he could be strong and possessive, then tender and loving.

  “You just came in a car.”

  She smiled at him. “I didn’t miss that.”

  He chuckled. “I’d have ruined you when we were younger.”

  Eve moved back to her seat so he could drive. She rolled her window down and turned her head toward the dark calming waves.

  “You did ruin me. You just waited almost two decades to do it.”

  “Strap in, sweetheart. I’m just warming up.”

  Turning back to him, she thought about how much she missed him already.

  “Drive, Jake.”

  She needed him inside her—needed his arms around her, his face against her neck and his weight on top of her—to feel him close, as close as she could get him before tomorrow at check-out.

  When they would have to face reality.

  “I’ve turned you into a demanding little thing.” He laughed as he turned back onto the road. With one hand on the wheel, he reached into his pocket with the other and pulled out her panties.

  “I bought those for you,” she confessed, spotting them in his grasp. When he rolled down his window, the cool air passed through the overheated cab cooling her body down.

  “Did you?” Keeping his eyes straight ahead, he threw them out the window.

  “Jake! Those were expensive!” But she couldn’t help laughing at his audacity.

  “Save your money, baby. I don’t like obstacles.”

  Eve instantly sobered and turned her head back to the ocean.

  All they had in front of them were obstacles—time being the worst of them all.

  4.5 hours

  YESTERDAY’S SCARS

  1

  An expression of love and surrender…

  Jake grabbed the bags from the truck and hit the door locks. The smell of steaks, blackened chicken, and garlic invaded his senses. He was famished. So hungry, but the sweet scent of Eve’s arousal still clung to his fingers, to his clothes. Food would wait. God bless the motherfucker who invented microwaves.