Page 33 of Tear Me to Pieces
“Everything.” The deep rumble of that single word ripples through me, hot as it drops through my body, warming my nipples and making my pussy clench.
Simon’s nose traces alongside mine as he rocks against me again, mimicking an act I’ve had done to me, but never participated in. “I’m not patient, My.” His hands tighten where they grip my ass. “And I’m not good at doing what I know I should.” He rocks against me again, and I gasp, already deliciously close to experiencing my first orgasm initiated by another person.
Simon’s eyes align with mine as he continues dry fucking me against the side of the truck. “Just like now. I shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t fucking stop myself.”
My fingers dig into his back as my head tips back against the metal wall of the truck behind me. I’ve got no leverage. No ability to even accomplish so much as a wiggle. All I can do is trust him to give me what I want.
And it’s fucking liberating.
“You’re fucking irresistible, My.” Simon’s breath mingles with mine, his voice rough and ragged as he continues. “I try, but all I want in this world is as much of you as I can get.”
I’m not sure what’s doing the most for me right now. It could be the friction of his cock dragging between my thighs. Could bethe insanely sexy way he’s got me pinned against the truck. Or it could be the ragged words coming out of his mouth. Whatever it is, Simon’s got me on the edge faster than even modern mechanics has managed.
The only thing stopping me from toppling over is fear. Worry of what he’ll think of me if I do. It’s ingrained into the fiber of my being. Drilled into my head that this isn’t something I should want or crave.
“Simon.” I choke out his name. Needing reassurance. Needing to know I’m as safe with him as I think I am.
His lips drag to my ear, his breath warm as encouragement spills between them. “That’s it, baby. Come for me. Give me just a little bit of what I want tonight.”
Hearing my pleasure isn’t simply an acceptable byproduct of what’s happening, but something he’s actively pursuing, is more than I expected, but exactly what I need. The next time he grinds against me, I cry out, pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced washing over me. Through me.
“That’s my girl.” Simon continues working his body against mine, his broad chest expanding with heavy breaths as the world spins out around me.
I cling to him. Not because I’m afraid he’ll drop me, but because I think he might be the only thing anchoring me to this world. To this moment. And I don’t want to leave it. Don’t want to let it go. Don’t want to lose what it’s giving me. Because as high as I felt after singing on stage, it was nothing compared to how I feel right now.
For the first time ever, I feel alive.
Simon’s head lifts, his hooded eyes moving over my flushed face. “Fucking beautiful.” After brushing a kiss across my forehead, he slowly lowers my legs, holding me tight as my feet hit the ground.
I’m still dazed and a little out of it when movement catches my eye. I blink hard, thinking I’m simply still fogged by the cloud of release. But then I hear rustling coming from the same area.
Simon must hear it too, because his whole body stiffens, going on alert. Slowly, his head turns in the direction of the fence behind him. I don’t know who the wooded area at the other side of it belongs to, but they sure don’t do much to maintain it. The overgrowth obscures anything—or anyone—who might be lingering in the shadows.
Never once have I worried about it, but right now, a chill snakes down my spine as my eyes follow the line of the fence as it runs right up alongside my house.
Because I’m pretty sure someone on the other side of that fence just watched me get off.
12
SIMON
My blood goesfrom fire to ice in a split second.
Someone is out there. Watching Myra come. Taking what belongs to me.
And when I find them—and I will fucking find them—I’m going to kill them. I’ll show them the kind of man I used to be. Make them regret the day they put their eyes anywhere near her.
Keeping Myra close by my side—making sure to block her body with mine—I start to move. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you inside.”
I lead her away from the fence, following the most direct path to her front porch. I scan the area around us as she unlocks the door and lets us inside. Urging her across the threshold, I give the overgrowth one more look before following behind her. After making sure the door is locked tight, I use the hand I have on her lower back to direct her toward the stairs. “Go get ready for bed.”
Up until now, I’ve done everything in my power to hide my somewhat bossy nature from her. But—like my tendency tomake plans and my inability to do the things I should—it comes out on occasion whether I like it or not.
And this is one of those occasions.
But if Myra’s bothered, she doesn’t show it. Thank God, because I would feel like an asshole if she did, and right now I have more important things to worry about than if I’m reminding her of her ex.
Once she’s upstairs and out of sight, I head for the back door, pulling out my phone as I check the lock. After dialing Christian’s number, I move to the windows, checking each one as the line rings in my ear. It takes him forever to answer, and when he does, he sounds like he’s having a great fucking time at his midnight dinner.
