Hearts the Last Beat (Angel Fire #6) - Ellie Masters Page 0,50
so slowly, one by one, began to fall to the women in their lives. It was a security device installed to protect against intrusive groupies seeking more than the all-access backstage pass they enjoyed.
Those cameras record on a 72-hour loop. Nobody monitors them anymore, but they can if they want to. That remains imprinted on my mind. I can’t sneak into Spike’s rooms, and he can’t sneak into mine without the cameras recording it. For that matter, we can’t sneak out of each other’s rooms. There is a record of that activity, tracking our movements throughout the estate.
Yet another reason to remind me that we must be cautious.
When we get to the garage, Spike stops. “Pick one.”
My jaw drops. “You can’t be serious?”
The garage at Insanity is as insane and over the top as the rest of the place. Tunneled into the ground, the garage holds well over a score of supercars, hypercars, and other collectable cars, some of which cost well over a million dollars.
“Well, none of Forest’s babies, but your pick.” Spike’s eyeballs mimic my own. There are cars you drive. Cars you look at. And then there are cars you stay well away from.
I casually stroll through the collection. The first time I saw this place, I nearly got my hand chopped off. Evidently, you’re not supposed to touch the cars. Something about the paint and my fingers leaving oils behind, and then there’s the thing about my fingers acting like fine-grit sandpaper? All I know is look but don’t touch. Lesson learned, and we all adhere to those rules. No exceptions.
Whatever. I will never understand men and their cars. Instead, I lift on tiptoe to whisper in Spike’s ear.
“Which one is the best to get fucked in?”
“I like the direction of your thoughts, but I’m not fucking you in a car. At least not for our first time.”
“Why not?”
“Because I intend to savor our first time, little brat.”
He pokes my nose with his finger. I love the way the corners of his mouth twitch into a smirk and how his eyes heat and spark with devious thoughts. There is so much he knows that I do not, and I can’t wait for him to introduce me to the deviousness of his mind.
Sex with Spike isn’t going to be a physical interaction. It’s going to be life-altering. I can feel it.
“Fine, but something comfortable. There’s something I want to try.”
“What’s that?”
My gaze cuts to his groin. “Just been wondering what you’re packing.”
“I’m hard enough to drill a hole in these pants.” Spike, unapologetically grabs his crotch. “Now, pick a car. It’s time we both get a little relief.”
“The Porsche?”
“Red or black?”
“Hmmm, red for speed?”
“Won’t be any speeding today, young lady.”
“I meant the speed it takes to get into my pants.”
“Red it is.” Spike grabs the key fob for the red Porsche and jogs over to the car. He opens the passenger side door and gestures for me to enter.
I prop my hands on my hips. “I thought I was driving?”
“Not around these cars. I’ll pull out, and we’ll pull over the first chance we get so you can…”
“I hope you don’t pull out. I’m looking forward to finally getting fucked by you.” I curl my lower lip and bat my eyes. Keyed up describes only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to how much I want him, and by the time we’re done, there’ll be a full arctic thaw underway.
“Get in the damn car.”
The way his words come out, in that low, throaty growl, makes my insides melt. His tongue sweeps over his lips, making the metal piercings dance. I squeeze my legs together, excited to finally feel the scruff of his beard burning between my legs and all the things that wicked tongue of his can do.
With a little squeak, I get in the car. I buckle in before he makes it to the other side. By the time we drive out of the palatial garage, my hand rests on his thigh.
He glances over at me and winks.
“You’re all mine now.”
Nineteen
Angel
I squirm in my seat. “I can’t wait for you to make me burn, but first…” I slide my hand up Spike’s thigh and love the way his muscles clench. When the tips of my fingers brush over his hard length, he reaches down and grips my hand.
“Easy now.”
“I don’t want easy.” I lick my lips as I look at him. “I want it hard, unyielding, and I want you in my mouth.”