We slow to a stop under a nearby bridge. All that can be heard is our labored breathing. Like magnets, I find my seat back in his lap. Picking up where we left off, I go right for his zipper. We start kissing wildly, the way starved animals would fight over a kill. I feel him push his pants to his knees and then find the hem of my panties where he tears them off in one go.
“Won't be needing these.” He chuckles through our kissing. Good lord.
He throws them in the back seat and inserts his hand between us. His fingers find my folds and I shiver in response. He makes quick work of finding my clit with his thumb and my core with two of his fingers. He wastes no time in pushing them inside. I moan against his mouth, riding his hand like a feral beast. He stops long enough that I feel the tip of his manhood at my entrance. Without hesitation, I sit myself on him. We find a rhythm, meeting each other thrust for thrust. I can feel myself building already. Getting closer and closer, chasing our release.
“This is going to be quick, Love.” He grinds out in between struggling moans.
“I’m going to cum.” I tell him breathlessly. He increases speed in response.
Pressure builds to an all time high. I’m nearly thrown over the edge as he speaks. “Use me. Take what you need,” he tells me.
My hands wrap around his throat, choking him and slamming myself down so hard it’s almost painful. I feel him shutter. He tries to lift me as I fight myself down. He roars as he fills me with his cum. I scream out in ecstasy, flying over the edge in waves of pure lust. Throwing my head back, I ride out my high until I come down. We rest our heads together. Sitting like this for a while, until we both catch our breath.Ghost has some competition, I laugh at myself.
“What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours?” He asks as he pushes a piece of hair out of my face and places it behind my ear. I flush as my thoughts of Ghost come forward.
“That was…wow,” is all I can manage.
“I know.” He nods in agreement.
“We should get back.” I suggest. I climb off of him and find my seat once again.
Pressing the microphone button, I hear hysterics on the other end.
“James?” I ask. Voices fill my car until only his is clear.
“Jesus fuck, Ev. The heat signature radars picked up massive amounts in the falls. We thought you were dead!” He screams the last part.
“Awe, did someone miss me? I always come back. You know that.” I joke.
“What took you so long to get back to us?” He pushes. Blake and I look at each other stifling our giggles.
“Unfinished business.” Leaving nothing to imagination, I say.
I say my goodbyes and head back towards the restaurant to drop off Blake. Fuck Ghost. Blake is going to be a great distraction. If I were to be honest with myself, there’s something between us. Dare I say, feelings. As we near his car, a beautiful matte black Chevy Camaro, he takes my hand. We pull to a stop and I turn to him.
“Until we meet again, Love.” Our hands are still touching, his words don't register until he closes the door and walks away. Ghost’s last words to me fill my mind. He’s embedded in me, no matter what I do. Will I ever live a life that he doesn’t have some hold on? I groan and gently thump my head against the steering wheel before driving off in the direction of my house. A place where more memories lie to haunt me further.
Chapter Ten
Run, Little Siren, Run
It’s Halloween today. Last week, Blake and I outran the Cartel and won. We’ve texted off and on since. Talking has made me feel more comfortable with this alliance and partnership. It’s also been a good distraction from you know who. We have plans to meet up tonight at Chaos for the Halloween party I’m hosting. I offered in order to make up for almost killing him multiple times. He told me it wasn’t necessary but I insisted. We have decided to keep our costume choices a secret. All I’ve been told about his costume is that I’ll know it’s him when I see it. The idea of not knowing if it's him only adds to the excitement.
I lay my costume out on my bed. My eyes flicker past it and I look over the sheets. Memories of ungodly sensations under the moon plow their way into my thoughts. No, I refuse to continue this ridiculous cycle. He’s nothing but a target to me. Tonight is a night off from work, that’ll be filled with fun and alcohol…loads of alcohol. I look back at my costume, beaming at my choice. It’s so perfect I could cry. There lies a black gothic stylebondage dress. It has many thin straps that cross back and forth over the chest connecting to the bustier top. This all connects at the waist with hardware to secure it to a short skirt. To offer a bit of coverage, a sheer overlay of mesh covers with a waistline that opens up in slits to expose more straps that cover the upper thighs. I've decided to pair it with strappy black heels.
I call in my attendants to assist me with hair and make up. Everything must be perfect tonight. My hair is curled into large bouncy waves. For make up, we’ve decided on a dark cat eye look. My lips are painted a dark red color. As I check over myself in the mirror, I'm in awe. I look like a dark goddess, Hel coming to mind, and I almost squeal in excitement. Heading out of my room, I search around to see if the guys have gotten here yet. James will be DJing of course, Lucas as my bouncer, and Ryon will watch over the bar to ensure all of the entertainment goes as intended. I'm there to enjoy the fruits of my labor and oversee larger matters such as my girls. As I walk into the bar connected to the lounge, I find them sprawled out on various chairs and couches. They all freeze, jaws open, wide eyes when I catch their attention. James immediately looks everywhere else but me. Lucas stares and then clears his throat before following James’s actions. Ryon just unapologetically gasps at me. That guy has no dignity.
“Ev, if you weren’t my bestest best friend I’d totally fall in love with you right now. Good god. Did you have to wear something like that?” Ryon says adding extra emphasis on “that”.
“Ditto.” James offers, still frozen with his eyes glued to the ceiling.
“Same.” Lucas agrees while lifting a lazy finger in the air.
I laugh and beckon them to follow me outside. The party starts in two hours and we need to ensure everything is ready. We make our way to the SUV waiting to drive us to Chaos. The guys still refuse to look at me during the drive which starts to piss me off about ten minutes in. I can’t help but speak up at their ridiculous behavior.
“Alright, someone better start talking. What the fuck is wrong with you all?” I demand, leaving no room for discussion.
They all look between each other, seeming to silently decide who has to speak up first. We have known each other since infancy, they have never been this quiet. I clear my throat in a dramatic way to signal my patience growing thinner. Ryon groans and throws his hands up like a child having a fit.
