now?” He sucks on my earlobe until I shiver with pleasure. He grabs my hand, guiding it to his crotch from behind and rubbing the steely shaft through his jeans.
But I notice he makes no move to open his pants or to pull down mine. In fact, I notice he’s avoiding pressing against my backside at all, even though he’s right behind me.
His fingers tease and stroke until my folds are soaking wet and my juices coat his fingers, until I have to will myself not to rub against his touch.
“We have to go,” I say breathlessly.
Keeping his fingers around my neck, he pushes my feet apart, giving him easier access. “Tell me how much you hate me.”
“I hate you,” I repeat, meaning every word and finding solace in it.
The sound he lets out is pure carnality and makes me wetter.
He speeds up his strokes a little. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
“I… I want you to fuck me.” I’d hesitated, but repeated his words knowing I have no choice. I hate that I mean it, in spite of the pain I’d feel if he did. I can’t stop myself from rubbing into his strokes.
“I’d love to see the look on your dad’s face if he heard that.” He drops a hot kiss on my neck, and when I moan in pleasure, he sucks hard on it. His fingers torment my throbbing clit, soothing and intensifying the maddening ache all at once. My hips rock faster, and he sucks hard enough on my neck that there has to be a bruise there. Lord, it feels so good.
Any embarrassment slips away under waves of pleasure. My hips thrust faster still, and I straighten my back, pushing my sex shamelessly into his palm.
Spider hums in approval in my ear. He changes the pace and pressure of his fingers just right and I pant, gyrating greedily.
“Fuck. You’re such an eager little thing. You wanna come, don’t you?”
I make a high, desperate keening sound in my throat, choking on a scream of ecstasy, the tide of my orgasm threatening to engulf me.
Spider releases my neck and jerks my head back, slipping his fingers into my between my lips. My mouth closes around them as if they’re his shaft. He growls and slides them in and out. My tongue swirls around them, instinctively copying the movements he sometimes makes me do while he’s taking my mouth. His fingers speed up to a furious pace on my clit.
“You look so damn hot right now.” His voice is brutal and animalistic. “I can’t wait to pound into you tonight.”
I heave breaths and buck wildly.
Just before I hurtle over the edge, his hand slides away from my sex, and then he takes his fingers out of my mouth.
“Time to go.” He claps my side in a way that reminds me of a man patting a horse. “Hurry up.”
Oh, no, he did not. He did not do that again, rush me right to the precipice only to take it all away!
I collapse against the wall, slapping it with my palms. The humiliation roiling through me at what we’d just done and where—in a dirty, dingy bathroom in a gas station—is all the worse because he didn’t even let me finish.
I could scream.
Instead, I do up my pants furiously and round on him. His pants are tented huge, and I consider punching him there. I look up into his smug face. “You are vile,” I hiss.
He grins, kisses me on the tip of my nose, and pulls me from the bathroom.
It hits home then. Like it or not, no matter how much I hate him, or how much he hurts me, my body is all his and it loves it.
16
Penny
We arrive at the hospital a long time later. By the height of the sun and the heat, it has to be early afternoon when I climb out of the van with Ben. Spider and most of the others had left us when we’d gone through Diamondback. I’d heard their engines fade into the distance, probably headed for the clubhouse, and didn’t see anyone riding near the back or sides of the van. I assume that Spider, Striker, and Diesel took Monica to The Devil’s Den. The Sin City billboards tower across the street from the hospital, and the name over the main entrance reads Las Vegas Memorial.
Only Pip and Dee are with us now, Dee holding her hand out for Ben to take while Pip shuts the doors