Page 65 of The Player in New Zealand
I curled my legs and raised my ankles up to his shoulders. Tane pressed down on his dick, nudging into me. He gave a few experimental thrusts, but the angle was wrong. He was too high, and his knees had nowhere to go.
We tried a few more positions, and finally settled on Tane’s feet pressing against the front of the footwell, his knee wedged against the door. He couldn’t have been comfortable, but he didn’t seem to care.
The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed in the cab. Tane bent forward, bracing his hand on the shoulder of the seat over my head. Even though the tips of my toes brushed the ceiling of the car, I was nearly bent in half. Every stroke out hit my body with sharp pleasure.
“Tane, I’m going to make a mess,” I warned him.
“Don’t care,” he bit out between strokes.
“Of course not, it’s”—I bit down on my lip with a particularly hard thrust—“my fucking seat.”
He reared back, neck bending at an odd angle to give him room to pull off his shirt, and he reached between us to use it as a towel, wedging it under my ass.
“Better,” I gasped when he plunged in again.
Sweat trickled down his torso, getting caught here and there in the dusting of hair. I wanted to run my fingers through it, catch up the drops with my tongue, but I was pinned down, my arms uselessly flailing about, trying to grab onto anything I could as Tane pounded harder.
I squeezed my eyes tight, turning my head to the side where Tane’s hand was braced.
“Hurry up, Claire.” The words were a deep growl, a warning and a threat.
“I’m... I’m...” The pressure crescendoed and my whole body clenched beneath him. He kept stroking through my orgasm, chanting little things I could barely hear through the roar in my ears. I knew he stilled. I thought he came. But hell if my brain could experience anything outside of my own pleasure.
We cleaned up using the shirt and both relieved ourselves on the side of the road. Not a single car had turned onto the small street, and with tall cypress trees on either side, we were blocked from the view of the highway.
I left my seat where it was and lounged as Tane got us back on our way to Wellington. He hadn’t bothered to fish out a different shirt to wear, so he sat bare-chested and hummed along to the music.
TWENTY-THREE
I’d beenat work for less than an hour and I was ready for it to be over. It was the day after our trip to the lake. Alec hadn’t fully restocked the bar the night before, so Nina and I had to move cases of beer around before the evening rush came in. And every time I bent down, an ache in my lower back grew.
Did I have a UTI? I was always sensitive to them, especially with condom usage, but I’d been pretty good about peeing after sex with Tane.
I dropped a case in front of the reach-in cooler where Nina was crouched down with the door open, and as I stood up, I placed a hand on the small of my back. And that was when I found the lump.
“What the fuck?”
Nina looked up, her quizzical eyes changing to concerned when she saw my grimace and posture. “Oh no. Claire! Were you lifting with your legs?”
I laughed. “Yes, I was being careful. I think there’s something wrong with my back. Here,” I said, turning around and lifting my shirt up. “Can you see a bump? Right there?” I ran my hand over it again. It felt like a vertebra had popped out of place. Wouldn’t that kill me? Or paralyze me? Did I need an X-ray?
Nina’s finger, cold and damp from the cooler, touched the knob on my spine. She hummed, then touched it harder. “Does that hurt?”
“No, not really. Do you see anything?”
“There’s no bite or sting, but it’s swollen, like an insect got you.”
“Is it red?”
“No...”
I placed my hand on the top of the bar to support my weight while she poked and prodded me. “You know, a medical degree would be really handy right now.”
Nina laughed and swatted my backside.
“What’s going on here?” Tane’s voice boomed, and I looked over my shoulder to see him stepping out of the office.
“Tane, come look at this. Claire’s got a bump and some back pain. You’ve seen physical therapists before. Did any of that soak in?”
