Page 67 of Fourth Point Of Contact

“If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure. Get back in the car.”

Car was a nice word for limo. The only reason we had it was because he fit easier in it than the minivan. “Do we need to return the car first?”

“Don’t worry about it, babe. We’ll take care of it.”

I was sure he would, but that didn’t make me feel any better about all the hassle I was causing. Still, I did as he said while hehobbled to the front and talked with the guys. I wanted to know what he was saying, but the other part of me wanted to hide and hope none of them looked at me again.

When Patrick climbed back in, he was all smiles. “Easy peasy.”

I couldn’t help but smile at his playfulness. He was such a conundrum. Out in the forest, I saw his strength and smarts, but I also saw his playful side.

And his sexy side.

Was it wrong to want one more night with him before he went home?

“So…we’re just driving there?”

“It’s only a four-hour drive. We’ll be there before dark and tomorrow, we can go to the storage unit.”

Relief flooded me, but I still felt bad. “You were going to leave and go home tomorrow.”

“So, we postpone it one day. I’m sure I can think of some way to entertain myself in the meantime.”

The window lowered, and Chase glared at us in the rearview mirror. “Just so you know, this is not a soundproof barrier.”

I blushed hard, burying my face in my hands. “Oh God.”

“We were only talking,” Patrick snapped.

“Yeah, I know exactly what you were thinking. I’m not driving around the porn limo. Keep it in your pants.”

When the window rolled back up, I turned my bright red face on Patrick. “He must think we’re horny teenagers.”

He waggled his eyebrows at me. “Want to see how quiet we can be?”

I smacked his arm. “Patrick!”

“What? Surely, this is in one of your books. I say we give it a try. When are you ever gonna get the opportunity again?”

I thought for sure he was joking, but the way his eyes went from bright blue to a darker, more dangerous color, I knew hewasn’t. I licked my lips, my eyes involuntarily drifting from his mouth down to his already hard cock. I wanted to, but still…

“You’ve got a broken leg.”

“And you’ve got two fully functional legs and a beautiful fucking pussy,” he growled, grabbing me by the hips and dragging me over his body. His fingers went straight to my core and rubbed roughly against me as he gripped my hair and pulled me harshly against his lips.

“Fuck, what I wouldn’t give for one more time between your legs,” he mumbled against my mouth.

I shamelessly rocked my hips against his hand, ignoring the voice in the back of my head that told me to behave. But he was right. There were plenty of books I’d read where the heroine took her pleasure from her man in the back of a car while a driver was in front, pretending not to hear a thing.

I rocked my hips harder against him, my eyes fluttering closed as pleasure shot through me. There was something very alluring about knowing that you could be caught at any second. That if Chase rolled down the window, he would see me riding his friend’s cock. The danger of it sent a thrill down my spine and made me forget all the reasons we shouldn’t do this.

“Look at you, so fucking ready for me,” he murmured as his fingers slipped under my yoga pants and brushed against my sex. “Let me see those beautiful eyes.”

I pried them open, desperately fighting not to completely lose myself in the moment when I knew someone might see us. But the sensual pull of his fingers dragging through me made it impossible to think of anything other than how much I wanted his thick cock inside me.

He lifted me and pulled my pants down, maneuvering me until my legs were bare over his body. “Get my cock out, baby. Sink that sweet pussy down on me.”

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