Reva sways, her foot scraping the sidewalk.
“Hey,” one of the tourists says, glancing back. “You okay?”
My arm tightens around her waist.
“She’s fine,” I say easily. “Just the heat.”
And me.
Her nails dig into my arm. Her breathing goes uneven. I lean down, mouth brushing her ear.
“Easy,” I murmur. “I’ve got you.”
I thrust my middle finger deep in her pussy as I say the words, grinding the palm of my hand hard against her clit. I want—no, Ineed—her to come hard and fast so I can get her away from here.
Goddamn…so fucking tight. Wet. Hot.
For a second my own eyes threaten to roll back in myhead as I imagine that heat surrounding my dick, then I bring myself back. This is for Reva.
Her entire body tightens. Then—softens. The moment stretches. Builds.
Breaks.
She gasps.
The tourist nods knowingly, his eyes meeting mine. “Yeah, this heat gets people.”
I don’t return his smile. “Turn the fuck around.”
Without waiting for his response, I slide my fingers free and turn Reva, guide her away. I don’t give her time to recover, savoring the way her body quakes against mine as I walk her in the opposite direction.
Fast.
Purposeful.
Back at the car, I push her against the door before she can get her footing. Her breath is still uneven. Eyes blown wide.
“Look at me,” I say.
She does.
“Because I’m only going to say this once.”
My hand braces beside her head, not touching. Not yet.
“If you don’t want this—any of it—you tell me now.”
Her chest rises. Falls.
“I—”
“Now, Reva.” My voice drops. “You don’t get to play this game halfway or toy with me like I’m a little boy.”
The night fills with silence. Tension.
Choice.
And I wait. Every second that drags by is torture on my already fraying patience, but I refuse to give in. Refuse to be the man who bends and breaks instead of weathering the storm.
