Stone sighs. “We’ve gotta bail, Menace. Get your ass over here and hold on to me.”
My eyes widen in horror. “What?”
“NOW!”
Fuck.
I scurry across the center console, climbing straight into his lap and straddling him just as I had the other day, my arms locking around his neck and holding on with everything I’ve got. “When you say bail?” I ask, leaving the rest of the question dangling in the air between us.
“Best you don’t know,” he says. “Just hold on.”
“Oh God.”
I bury my face into his neck, feeling my body sway as he flies around another corner. Then, before the cops have a chance to hit the same corner, Stone throws the door of the Honda open and braces his arm around me, holding me so tight that I’ll have bruises come morning. A scream threatens to tear out of me, but before it gets its chance, Stone launches us out the door, tucking into a roll as he takes the brunt of our fall on his back.
We’re barely on the ground for even a second, and just as the car whips into a tailspin and loses control, Stone is on his feet, pulling me along into the shadows of the building.
Then just as the cops screech around the corner, the Honda hits the edge of the sidewalk, and the car is catapulted high into the sky, flipping once, twice, then a third time, before skidding toward the water and plunging right into the depths of the harbor.
My jaw drops, and I try to pull back to watch what happens, but Stone drags me along, not allowing my feet to stop for even a second. Just as the cops speed past the darkened alley, we dart around a corner, Stone’s massive body pressing me up against the brick wall, his hand braced over my mouth.
My eyes are wide and locked on Stone’s as the cops come to a screeching stop, their patrol cars piling up just beyond this wall. They bail out onto the street, their heavy boots slamming on the pavement as they race toward the edge of the harbor and watch the sinking car.
My body shakes, terrified of Stone getting caught. Hell, me too. Surely by this point, they must have worked out that I’m not a hostage anymore. I’m more than just an accomplice now. I’m all in.
With multiple sirens barely a breath away, the sound is almost deafening, and yet neither of us makes a sound, not prepared to risk what we’ve found here, and as the seconds tick by andhis heated stare remains locked on mine, that familiar tension begins burning between us.
My chest heaves with heavy breaths as the fear drains from my eyes, trusting him with everything I am, and knowing that no matter how fucked up this situation becomes or what it might cost him, Stone Blackthorne will always have my back.
A deep hunger settles into the pit of my stomach, and as the cops start yelling at each other to block off the area and call in emergency divers, a wicked grin stretches across my lips, and judging by the way his gaze sharpens, he can feel it beneath his palm.
“Menace,” he warns, knowing I’m toeing the line between risky and pure insanity, but when I reach down between us and pop the button of his pants, he doesn’t even attempt to stop me.
I slip my hand inside his pants, curling around his massive cock and watching the way his eyelids begin to flutter, the pleasure ripping through him like a goddamn live wire, electrifying the burning tension between us.
Pulling him free of his pants, I feel the weight of his cock in my palm before finally starting to stroke up and down his length, my thumb rolling over his tip. Then, just as the cops are rolling out police tape, barely three feet away from us, I kiss the inside of his palm before holding his stare and slowly dropping to my knees between him and the brick wall.
He groans, the sound rumbling through his chest, but it’s nothing compared to the way his eyes heat with the deepest desire as I open my mouth and slowly take him to the back of my throat.
“Fuck, Menace,” he groans so low that if I hadn’t seen his lips move, I probably wouldn’t have made out the words.
I grip his base with both hands, working him with everything I’ve got as my tongue rolls over his tip, and all the while, I don’t dare break that intense eye contact. His hand weaves into theback of my hair, grabbing hold right at the base of my scalp as his other arm braces against the brick wall, leaning into me.
I don’t hold back, pushing right past my gag reflex and showing him exactly what my tongue can do, and with every passing second, he gets closer to the edge. My mouth waters, desperate to feel the way he comes undone, to taste him in the back of my throat, but when he’s just moments from losing control, he grabs me and whips me right back up against the wall, his hands already pulling at my tights.
The moment they’re gone, he lifts me right back into his arms, and before my legs have even finished locking around his narrow waist, he buries his cock deep inside me, stretching me wide and filling me to the brim.
A gasp tears from deep in my chest, and his hand flies back to my mouth, keeping me quiet as he starts to fuck me, his velvety cock glistening with my arousal.
I pant against his palm, my eyes rolling as the wild pleasure pulses through my body, every deep thrust sending waves of pure, delicious satisfaction crashing over me. My nails dig into his shoulders, struggling to hold on as my hips frantically jolt with each powerful thrust.
His pelvis grinds against my clit, and everything clenches within me. “Shit, Menace,” he murmurs, leaning into me and dropping his hand from my mouth only to crush his lips against mine and kiss me deeply.
I groan into his mouth as he drives me wild, that thick cock taking me right to the edge. My body starts to spasm, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. “I’m gonna—” He keeps kissing me, not allowing me the chance to finish my sentence. Or even a moment to realize how fucking stupid this is.
The area is crawling with law enforcement, and we’re fucking right in the middle of it. This might just be the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, but I’m not the type to back down from achallenge, especially when it involves me being impaled by the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.
Stone Blackthorne . . . How the hell did I allow myself to go so long without him in my life? If there were a way that I could go back and change everything that happenedthatnight, I would. Because that night didn’t just cost me eight months in a coma and seventeen years of memories. It cost me seven years with Stone.
