“Do you hear me complaining?” Ellie asked. “I’m only pissed off because you stopped and just left me there.”
“You couldn’t have enjoyed that…”
Ellie sighed. “Let’s not talk about this anymore, okay?”
“I’m curious.”
“About what?” Ellie was angry. “The fact that I allowed you to handle me like that. I was too. I’d never been the kind of woman to want a man to hold me down or anything like that. But there has always been something different about you, Tarek. It’s something that makes me unable to think and do dumb things. It’s the kind of thing that always made me hot with want, even as a teenager. I’m trying to be better.”
I glanced at her quickly then back at the house.
Ellie took one of my hands and carried it across to her thigh. Something told me to pull my hand away, but I was curious to see what would happen. She dragged my hand up her thigh, easing her dress up as it went. Slowly, Ellie pushed my hand between her legs then added pressure to the back. The seat of her panty was wet, and I knew what was happening.
Without further prodding, I slipped a finger inside her panty then into her. To my surprise, Ellie was wet and if we could I would have no trouble entering her. She sighed and rolled her hips, taking my finger deeper.
“See?” She whispered. “I only have to think about your hand at my throat and this happens. Please, Tarek?”
“Ellie we can’t…not here.”
But she wasn’t listening. Ellie was holding my hand and grinding down on my fingers and palm. Seeing her like that made my heart leap. She was so sexy, I wanted to give her more than I should in that moment. I wanted to take it all, to see her face and her body fall apart because of the things I yearned to do to her.
Completely distracted by her moans and the movement of her body, I gave in to what she pleaded for. I fingered her, driving them into her hard and fast while rubbing her clit with my thumb. She whispered my name and soon she had a hand over her mouth as her body stiffened.
“Tarek.” She whispered.
I withdrew my fingers and massaged her clit as she mewled and slumped into the seat. She closed her eyes and tears tumbled down her cheeks.
“What’s the matter?” I asked, softly.
“I want more, Tarek.” She confided, meeting my eyes. “I don’t deserve it and I know I shouldn’t, but that hasn’t stopped me from wanting everything.”
I pulled her dress back in place and smiled as I reached across to kiss her forehead. “Let’s get back to work. We can talk about this later.”
Ellie nodded and pulled herself up in the seat. I took my hand back from her and set it in my lap. The entire interior smelled like her—her perfume, her sex.
The beast that had grabbed her before lifted its head and I had to tamper it down by swallowing the lump in my throat.
“Just so you know, Ellie.” I began, my eyes on the happening ahead of us at the front gate of the house. “If we weren’t working, you wouldn’t be able to walk well for days.”
“You promise?”
I looked down at the tent at the front of my pants then back up at the cars pulling up to the gate. “Just take my word for it.”
We slipped into silence. People went in and out of the house. When it grew dark, we climbed from the truck and headed closer on foot. It was as if every light was on in the house. Base from the music inside echoed through the night with laughter and cheers. From somewhere in the distance a dog barked, probably annoyed by the bullshit these people were calling music. I tested the fence by throwing something at it.
Nothing happened. I tapped it with a finger but realized it wasn’t electrical. I could try climbing it but the barbed wire at the top would definitely be an issue. We would have to find another way in.
Once we returned to the truck, I was frowning. “Maybe we should try another way.”
“Is there another way?”
“Maybe.” I pulled on my seatbelt and started the ignition. “Otis runs a club here in Billings. It’s high end, flashy.”
“Guestlist kind of thing?” Ellie asked.
“Yes.” I checked the mirrors. “I’m thinking Swede can get us on it. Think you can put an outfit together for tomorrow night?”
“I don’t have anything remotely appropriate for a flashy club.” I told him. “Everything I have is back in Eagle Rocks—at that house.”
