Page 80 of Wicked Minds
She huffs out a breath, muttering something about stubborn-headed men as she yanks open the door and climbs in.
Her ass has barely hit the seat before I’m fisting the front of her hoodie and tugging her toward me. Our lips meet in a clash of swords and she melts against me, moaning into my mouth.Fuck, I can’t get enough of this girl. Even with her lips on mine, I’mstarvingfor her.
“Mmm, I could get used to a welcome like that,” she says when we finally pull apart.
Smirking at her, I press another quick kiss to her lips before letting her go. “Get used to it, then.”
“So this is what we’re doing now?” she queries as I pull away from the curb and direct us toward Lux.
“Yup.”
Riley nods. “Okay, cool. Just wanted to clarify.”
And with that, it’s agreed that I’ll be driving her to and from work. Who knew a relationship could be so straightforward?
When we reach Lux, I walk her inside, the two of us parting with a smoldering glance before she saunters toward the dressing room. I stand and watch her go before venturing to my usual table at the back corner of the club, where I have a clear view of the entire room, including where her sleazy manager is standing behind the bar. He’s glaring daggers my way and making it clear he just saw the two of us entering together.
Because I’m an asshole, I smile at him, and it’s all teeth. Just a friendly reminder not to cross me. He instantly looks away, busying himself as I drop into my seat.
Not long later, the room descends into darkness. There’s a moment of silence before the rhythmic snapping of fingers resonates throughout the room, followed by the first sultry notes ofFeverby Peggy Lee.
A bright light illuminates the stage, my eyes instantly spotting Riley in the middle of the group. Her eyes are already on mine as she clicks her fingers, tilting her hips in time to the alluring beat. And for the next four hours, nothing exists except me and her… and the constant hard-on in my pants.
The second she steps outside after her shift, I’m on her, having been waiting by the door. I don’t give a shit about the other girls walking past us, whistling and giggling as I lay claim to Riley’s lips.
After the initial shock, she kisses me back with equal enthusiasm, her arms winding around my neck as her body presses against mine. A moan slips from her mouth when my hand slides under her hoodie and up her spine, the feel of her warm skin like heaven beneath my palm.
“Royce.” My name is a low whine on her tongue, and I swallow it down, savoring her taste for a moment more before pulling back, breathless.
“Tell me you want this,” I rasp, holding her gaze.
“I want this. You.”
She’s barely gotten the words out before I kiss her again. Her hands slide beneath my leather jacket as she clutches my belt in one hand, her other climbing up my front.
Before I completely lose my head and strip her naked in the middle of the parking lot, I grab her hand in mine and tug her toward my truck. She follows with a giggle that resonates in my chest, and I peer over my shoulder at her with a hunger burning in my gaze. That same need shines back at me, and I pick up the pace.
Reaching the truck, I yank open the back door and practically throw her inside. “Out of those clothes, Babydoll.”
Her mouth parts in shock as she stares at me. “Here?”
“You’ve been taunting me all night. I can’t wait even another second to taste you, James, so get out of those clothes, or I’ll tear them from you.”
Thankfully I’d parked in the back of the lot, and there’s fuck all street lamps here, so I’m not worried about anyone seeing us. Besides, the windows will be steamed up in no time.
She makes an indignant sound, but as I climb into the back of the truck and close the door, she wriggles out of her leggings and panties before pulling her hoodie over her head.
It’s dark enough that I can’t fully make her out, but I see enough… the rapid rise and fall of her chest. The pink dusting of a blush racing along her skin. The stiff peak of her nipples as she anxiously waits to see what I’ll do next.
“God, Ry. You’re…” My throat closes over, and I lick my lips, at a loss for words. “Just come here.”
Grinning coyly, she shifts closer until I pull her to straddle my lap. She has to duck her head to avoid hitting the roof of the truck, which brings her lips within perfect kissing distance. She moans greedily into my mouth as my hands explore her body, and I encourage her to rock against me, the rough fabric of my jeans scraping against her sensitive core.
“Use me to get yourself off.” At my command, her thighs clench, and she grinds against me while I suck a path down her neck and chest, sliding my tongue around her nipple before taking it into my mouth.
“Ohh,” she moans, back arching as she gets herself off. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, and I can’t get enough.
I lavish her other breast with the same attention until she’s trembling on top of me, and I know she’s seconds away from coming. Kissing my way back up her chest, I tug and twist hernipple between my fingers, giving it a hard pinch when I bark, “Show me what a filthy whore you are and soak my jeans, James.”
