Page 43 of Forbidden Bonds
Points to Woodrow, he took it all in his stride, along with my ‘issue’ and unwavering determination to overcome it. But now it’s time for action, and my ‘issue’ is doing what it does best. Incapacitating me.
The memory of my last failed attempt rears up, monstrous and full of judgment.
Fuck, why is this so hard?I can see the open door. The problem is that getting in will lead me into daylight, real daylight, not the filtered stuff that comes through the windows of my apartment.
Sky, so much sky, too heavy, endless, and beyond the sky, space.
I start hyperventilating.
“Rhett, you don’t have to?—”
“I’ve got this,” I cut Larissa off. She means well, but shit, this is hard enough.For fuck’s sake, Rhett, get a grip.
Two other SUVs are waiting, one ahead and one behind. Zeb is standing at the open door of the one I need to get into, pointedly not looking at me, relaxed like we have all fucking day, which we clearly don’t.
The instant my boot hits the concrete, panic slams into me. My chest locks up like it’s been clamped in a vise. Sweat trickles down my spine, and my vision starts warping.
“Rhett!” Larissa’s voice is high and anxious.
Words are beyond me. My pulse is jackhammering against the base of my skull.
It’s just walking.I walk all the fucking time.
I stumble in the direction of the SUV and pitch into the seat. The door slams shut.
Sweet relief. I’m inside. No sky beating down. Larissa is kneeling on the backseat next to me, her hands on my cheeks, her anxious face looking at mine.
“Good to go?” Zeb asks from the front passenger seat.
“Yes,” I croak out.
The SUV rumbles ahead, peeling out of the shadowy alley and into the road.
My tension skyrockets, and everything starts spinning. The sky presses down even inside the SUV, smothering me. I’m seconds from blacking out.
Then Larissa crawls across the seat and straddles me, her warmth pressing into me, her scent penetrating my lungs.
I blink, focusing on her pretty face, hating the worry in her eyes. The panic shudders, caught between fear and something hotter, sharper. Lust slams into me. It slices through the panic and grips me. My heart is doing some crazy shit. My fingers sink into her hair, angling her head just right, and I drag her lips down to meet mine.
Her sweet, eager purr vibrates against my lips. Then she nips my bottom lip hard enough to make it sting.
Hell yeah.My dick strains against my zipper.
Someone mutters a rough curse in the front of the SUV.
Fuck them. Don’t care.
Her hand cups me hard through my jeans, and she drags her nails down my length. Panic and arousal collide, a violent storm in my chest. The sky still presses at the edges of my mind, but she bites my throat and the fear cracks, replaced by fire.
“I’m here, Rhett. Whatever you need,” she breathes against my throat.
Her hips rock as she grinds her pussy over me—my hands are on her ass, driving her closer.
Too much, not nearly enough. I tug the button on her pants undone, then drag her zipper down. My fingers shove past her panties and into slick, wet heat. “Fuck,” I whisper against her temple. “You’re soaking, baby.”
I hope they don’t have monitoring in this fucking SUV.
Voices come over the radio, jumbled with static.
