“Like you’re gripping that beautiful fucking dick of yours,” I breathe, moaning when the fingers of my right hand find my swollen clit.
“What are you doing, Dove?” he scrutinizes, his eyes darting from the road to watch my hand between my thighs. “Fuck.”
“Eyes on the road, Devil Man,” I tease, groaning as I hit that sweet button again, sending tendrils of pleasure racing across my rapidly heating skin.
“You’re a naughty fucking girl, you know that?” he chides in a deep growl, his eyes back on the road and both hands on thesteering wheel now that we’ve hit the carriageway out of town. His knuckles are white, and I chuckle a husky laugh, leaning over and deciding to put him out of his misery a little.
“I can be so, so naughty, Devil Man,” I whisper as I pause in my pleasure, both hands stretching over to undo his belt buckle. A hiss leaves his lips as I open his pants, reaching into his boxer briefs and pulling his already hard dick out. He really has a delicious cock, and if it wasn’t for that gearshift in the way, I’d be wrapping my lips around it right now.
“Dove…” Whatever he was about to say ends in a deep, sexy moan as my hand wraps around him, slowly pumping up and down. My other hand goes back to my clit, and a sharp zing of pleasure fires from my core when I make contact. I knew being ambidextrous would come in handy one day.
“Fuck, Devil Man,” I rasp out, my touch feeling twice as good now that he’s in my other hand. I can barely keep my focus, the pleasure building quickly as I pump him faster and faster.
“Shit! Dove!” he yells, his dick becoming so hard in my hand that it’s like holding a piece of stone.
“Yes, fuck yes, Aeron!” I shout, coming at the same moment his hot cum spurts out of his tip, dripping all over my hand and his trousers. My release coats my hand and the seat beneath me, the waves of ecstasy making my thighs tremble as I keep touching myself, prolonging my orgasm.
Chest heaving I look up at him, his own rising and falling with his heavy breaths.
“You are lucky I keep spare clothes in all my cars,” he tells me, the tilt of his lips and blissed-out expression softening his words. “I’ll still be punishing you for that later.”
“Worth it,” I say, finally removing my hands and looking around for something to help me clean up.
“Glove box, there are some wet wipes in there, naughty Dove.” He points to the dash, and I look at my hands, decidingthat the one I used on myself is slightly less messy, so I use it to open the glove box and grab out the wipes, cleaning first myself, then Aeron, and the seat I’m sitting on.
We spend the rest of the journey in companionable silence, and I take in the countryside scenery around me with a soft smile on my face, that is only partly because of the orgasm.
“Have you always lived in the city?” I ask, turning to look at Aeron. This man really is too beautiful for his own good, his strong, chiseled jaw and dark hair making him look like some kind of fairy-tale prince, the morning sunlight falling on his face and highlighting the sharp angle of his jaw.
“Yes,” he answers, casting a brief glance my way. “You?”
“Yeah.” I sigh, looking out of the windscreen at the beautiful mountains and trees that surround us. “But I think I’d like to live in the countryside one day. I like the idea of all the space and fresh air.”
“That sounds nice,” he agrees, slowing down as we pull up to the same sign for the Tailors’ stables that we came to what feels like years ago but was in fact only a few weeks ago. “Bring up our children amongst the flowers and pure air.”
My cheeks flush and I bite my lip as I look back at him. I don’t know why talking about having kids, the thing I suggested, makes my heart beat faster when he mentions it now. It seems like something that I’m not grown up enough to do, and yet, I can’t deny a yearning that I feel deep inside me at the mention of holding a child of ours.
We don’t speak more, but Aeron’s lips are tilted upwards into a smile as we pull up next to several other very expensive-looking cars and trucks, as well as a handful of horse boxes. As soon as we stop, my door is opened, and Knox holds his hand out for me to take.
“Good morning, Little Bird,” he greets, pulling me into his hot body immediately like he couldn’t bear to be apart fromme this morning. His clove and motor oil scent is almost overwhelming, along with a fresh sweat smell that has my mouth watering.
“Morning, Daddy” I greet, taking a deep inhale as I wrap my arms around his damp torso and snuggle my face into his neck.
“You like the way I smell, all sweaty, huh, princess?” he asks, his voice amused and husky all at once, and my clit throbs as if we didn’t just have an awesome orgasm on the way over.Greedy bitch.
“Yep,” I reply, popping the P as I nibble his neck and he groans, his arms banding tighter around me.
“Fuck, Little Bird. You’ve been distracting me from the first moment I saw you,” he growls, leaning down to nuzzle my neck. “And I find I don’t fucking care.”
“Good morning, Lark,” a voice rumbles behind Knox, and I pause, going a little rigid in Knox’s arms. I know that deep voice, and the only reason Adam Taylor doesn’t haunt my dreams is because bigger monsters have taken his place.
“It’s okay, Little Bird,” Knox whispers, keeping me close. “He will not hurt you.”
I take a deep, shuddering breath, knowing that he speaks the truth. When I was first taken into Tailor custody, Adam, Earl, and another couple of Tailors set about trying to break me with torture, whipping my back, pulling out my fingernails, and branding me with their emblem. Although Adam never touched me with his hands, he ordered it all, as well as ordering my guys to hurt me all in the name of discovering the whereabouts of Soldier HQ.
I was too lost in vengeance when he came to help set us free that night back at Soldier HQ, but now the memories of his men inflicting pain on me try to rush back and drag me under. My fists tighten against Knox’s back as I bury my face into him, trying to regain the calm I felt when he pulled me from the car.
“I just wanted to talk,” Adam says gently, and taking a final inhale, I pull away from Knox, keeping close to him as we turn to face the leader of the Tailors.
