Voices drift from the parking lot. People are leaving the bowling alley. Scout's whole body goes rigid with panic.
I don't stop. If anything, I go harder. Tongue circling her clit, two fingers pumping inside her, crooking them to hit a spot that makes her shake.
“Oh god.” She clutches at my shoulders for dear life. “Fuck, Si. You’re so good at that.”
Her thighs tremble. She's close, so close I can feel it in how her muscles tighten. I pull back just enough to whisper against her wet skin. "Come for me, Pretty Girl. But stay quiet. Don't let them hear what I'm doing to you."
That’s it. She breaks, silently. Her mouth opens in a soundless scream, body convulsing, flooding my tongue and covering my chin. I lick her through it, groaning against her, cock so hard it's painful.
When she can stand again, I rise and spin her to face the wall. She presses her palms against the cool brick and shivers. "Silas..."
"Be a good girl." I free my straining cock from my jeans with shaking hands. Pressing against her from behind, Imarvel at the flushed skin of her bare ass. I can only imagine how it’s going to feel when I sink deep inside her, filling her to the hilt with my huge cock. "You said you wanted this. You said you wanted me to claim you."
"Yes," she gasps. "God, yes."
It takes me a minute to grab a condom out of my wallet and sheathe my cock. While I’m doing that, I lean over and growl in her ear. “Make it easy for me. Step back and spread your legs, baby.”
She responds in an instant, rocking her hips so that I can see her perfect pink slit.
“Fuck yeah.” I line my pulsing cock up, notching the thick head at her entrance, then pushing inside her heat in one hard thrust. My eyes roll up in my head. Just as I imagined, her pussy is so tight and wet, so fucking warm. She bites her own arm to muffle the sound. I don't give her time to adjust.
I fuck her hard and fast and desperate, one hand clamped over her mouth, the other gripping her hip hard enough to leave bruises.
"Mine," I growl against her ear. "Say it."
She nods frantically, making muffled sounds against my palm that might be agreement.
"You're mine. Not Kozlov’s. Not anyone else's. Mine."
I reach down between us with my free hand, find her clit, rub in tight circles. Her whole body goes taut. She comes again, clenching around me like a vice. I wish I could hold out for longer, make her come again, but I’m weak. I groan into her shoulder, biting down to muffle my own sounds, pulsing and spilling inside her.
We stay frozen like that for a moment. Both panting, shaking, pressed against the wall like we're holding each other up. I drop languid kisses against her shoulders, as though I’m in no hurry. She chuckles, breathless.
I pull out carefully. Scout moves to straighten her clothes with trembling hands and I help as much as I can while I tuck my cock back in. I don’t know what to do with the condom so I put it in my pocket. I’ll probably have to wash these pants a thousand times. But I’m distracted as Scout turns to face me, putting her arms around my neck.
"Silas..." Her voice is completely wrecked.
God, she’s too good. I cup her face between my palms and kiss her softly. "I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"For being jealous. For dragging you out here. For..." I gesture helplessly at the wall. "This."
She laughs, breathless and bright and disbelieving. "I'm not sorry."
"You should be. It was completely reckless."
"Maybe I like being reckless." She looks up at me through her lashes. "When it's with you."
My chest goes tight. "Scout..."
"You can't take it back now." Her smile is gentle. "You claimed me. Inpublic. Anyone could have seen. That means something."
She's right. It does mean something. It means I've crossed a line I can't uncross. I just staked a claim I've no right to make and marked her as mine when I'm still lying to her every single night.
It means I'm in too deep to back out now.
"Yeah," I say finally. "It means something, baby."
