Shit. Surely not here? It was so public.
Kane held up nine fingers.
My heart hammered, and I bolted from the building, across the tarmac to the path that led down to the riverbank. If I went left, that would take me towards town. There were always people on the cobbled harbour reach above, and it was near eleven, so the pubs would be kicking out soon.
Far too much chance of being caught.
That meant I needed to go right, away from people and into darkness. I leapt over a muddy puddle, crunching gravel under my feet with the river beside me at its fullest, the water churning where the tide was on the turn.
A short distance on, the upper path ended at a wall which dropped down to the skeleton crew’s car park at the back of their building. It left me square on to a chain-link fence, bushes and long grass surrounding. Kane’s countdown played out in my head, but something else grabbed my attention. A police car cruising down the centre of the open space.
It halted, headlights sweeping across me on my run, though I was reasonably certain I wasn’t visible behind the fence. A man climbed out of the driver’s seat. Lyle stood tall and took in the building.
I staggered to a halt. Shit. Why would he be here? Strange coincidence considering I’d just told Arran and Convict his name.
Frozen, I watched him, hesitating over what to do. I hadn’t brought my phone with me for fear of losing it. He shifted out of the light so I could just see his outline, with what looked like a phone raised to his ear. Somewhere at the front of the warehouse, people yelled and laughed, and music from the clubs pierced the air.
Quiet footsteps drummed the path.
I spun around to Kane bearing down on me. He smirked and caught me by the waist, pinning me to the fence with a clatter of the chains. His lips were on mine before I could object, his hand tugging up my skirt.
I tore my mouth from his. “Wait.”
“No.”
Despite everything, the needs of my body took over, and I was slow with any thought of another protest. Kane pushed me against the fence and felt over my underwear, another blistering kiss stealing my sense while he played with me.
Under the headlights of my ex-boyfriend’s police car.
With the tips of two fingers, Kane bypassed my underwear and entered me, his grunt satisfied when he found me soakingwet. Then he spun me around to face the wire, kicked my legs wider, and freed his dick.
He thrust inside me, so thick in spearing me open I couldn’t speak. All I could do was feel. Panic, alarm, overwhelming need.
Kane stooped to kiss my neck, his hands delving under my t-shirt to tug down my bra. He cupped my breasts and squeezed my nipples, all while fucking me slowly and getting in as far as he could. Deep lust stole my thoughts. A whimper left me. I stifled it in horror. I loved my boobs being played with. I wanted more of it, but keeping quiet while risking exposure was excruciatingly hard.
“Lyle is right there,” I choked out, gripping the fence.
Kane stilled. I sensed his focus shifting to the car park beyond our fence, to the shape of the car and the figure behind the blinding light. The bastard laughed a low rumble. A hard thrust into me made the chain jingle. I sucked in air, but before I could speak again, Kane dragged my shirt above my breasts, exposing me completely.
Anxiety rushed.
He palmed my mouth to silence me.
With the combination of the headlights and the man moving inside me, it was impossible to see if we’d been observed. A memory returned. Kane in the car saying he’d show Lyle that I wasn’t available. I nearly laughed at how perfectly this would do that if the man took a closer look.
I desperately didn’t want him to.
Shoving back into Kane had no effect. With my fist, I thumped his thigh. He only fucked me harder, pushing me into the fence so my nipples protruded through the wide gaps in the links.
Then his fingers were in my underwear again and demanding an orgasm in hard moves over my clit which matched the increasing rate of his thrusts. Sweat broke out on my brow. Icouldn’t stop what he was doing to me. I didn’t want to. I needed the release he was surging me towards.
I’d die if Lyle called out my name.
Kane ducked to my ear. “Close your eyes, flower girl. All ye can feel is me, my body owning yours. I’m all that matters. Let go.”
My eyes sank closed of their own accord. I could only feel as he stoked the flames of my climax higher and higher. It struck me down so hard, my knees weakened and my senses swam in a perfect, blissful state. Kane held me up and fucked into me half a dozen more times before he groaned and came, his cock pulsing inside me. He hauled in laboured breaths and worked in and out a few more times, spreading the wetness onto my thighs.
“Hey,” Lyle called out.
