Page 45 of The Kings of Kearny

He turned back to the road. “After the hallway, you’re gonna need to say it.”

Ah, yes, the hallway, when I’d shoved him and then revoked his permission to touch me whenever he wanted. That must have been why he’d stopped himself before kissing me last night. Damn my temper.

“I want you to get me off, Jakob.”

Men, I’d learned, loved it when you said their name in any way it might relate to sex. Jakob was no different. His jaw clenched. He shifted his grip on the wheel. The hand resting on the gear stick moved to his crotch, and he adjusted the bulge that was forming there. A thrill shot through me to see that I had such an immediate effect on him.

“Unbutton your jeans,” he said.

I hesitated for half a second. I figured I’d proposition him, and he’d pull over somewhere secluded so we could get freaky in the back seat. Did he want to get me off while driving? I looked around. There was no one else on the highway with us. I shifted my hips forward in the seat, unbuttoned my jeans, and then unzipped the fly.

He reached over and dipped his fingers into the top band of my underwear. The jeans were tight, and he had to shove his hand down to reach the spot I needed him to. I heard a tear and knew that a seam was in danger of splitting, but I didn’t give a single fuck. If not for the very real threat of wrecking the car, I might have climbed on top of him.

He searched out my clit with the same single-minded intensity he always displayed, but instead of stopping there, he pushed right past, curled his hand under, and slid one long, thick finger straight inside me. I was already wet, had been since I’d seen him looming outside Gran’s door, the threat of violence clinging to him like a near-visible miasma of menace. His palm rubbed over my clit as he slicked deeper into me, and a jolt of electricity zinged through my core. Before I could catch my breath, he was moving, stroking his hand back and forth, thrusting his finger in and out.

I moaned aloud and let my head fall back against the seat. I could have died today. Gran could have been hurt. If the Jokers had decided to make Magnolia into their Alamo, who knew how many people could have gotten caught in the cross fire? Thanks to Jakob’s quick thinking, we had all escaped, and ever since walking out of that building, I’d been craving this reminder that I was still alive, still free, still capable of feeling joy and lust and need.

“Ride me,” Jakob growled.

I gripped his wrist and held him in place as I did what he said, my hips shifting restlessly until I found the least painful angle for my bad leg. Yes, there.Right there.

The tightness of my jeans kept his palm plastered to my clit. I moved up and down, breasts jiggling with the motion. He took his eyes off the road, and even through the sunglasses, I could feel him branding my body with his gaze. Oh yes, he was a boob man.

I lifted a hand and palmed my breast through my T-shirt. “I wish you could put your mouth on me,” I said, knowing it would drive him crazy that he couldn’t.

He jerked his focus back to the road and shifted the angle of his finger, hitting a spot deep inside me that made me gasp on the next thrust. I was so close.

“I would tease your nipples until I had you screaming,” he said. “The second we get into your apartment, I’m fucking you on the floor.”

I thrust down onto him again, harder this time. “What’s wrong with... Oh myGod,Jakob... my bed?”

He shook his head, jaw clenched so tight that his next words came out through his teeth. “I won’t have the patience to walk that far.”

His words undid me. Pleasure built deep inside, centered around my core, and then exploded outward. I lost the rhythm, but as my hips stilled, he picked up the pace with his hand, dragging the orgasm out until I was so hypersensitive with pleasure that it almost hurt.

“Enough,” I said, breathless.

His hand went still inside me. My muscles clenched around him with the lingering strength of my release.

Holy shit.

My head spun. Stars danced across my vision. It wasn’t enough. Something about this man stripped away all my layers of humanity and left me exposed as the lustful, greedy creature I was.

Again. More. Harder,she demanded.

He slid his hand out of my jeans and stuck his finger in his mouth, drinking down the taste of me.

“How fast does this car go?” I asked him.

In answer, he dropped the gas pedal to the floor.

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