her jeans, cupping her, groaning when he found her wet.
“Gia…ah, God… you make me lolo…”
Then he leaned forward, pressing her against the wall as he kissed the back of her neck, gripping her hair between his fingers, touching her, brushing his hips against her until caution left Gia and she gave in to the sensation Luka worked inside her.
He didn’t speak as he moved. He didn’t do more than kiss her neck, and lower her jeans, ignoring the sounds of voices, three now as he knelt behind her to touch her. She groaned, leaning an arm against the wall, holding her mouth against it as Luka smoothed two fingers over her ass, stroking her, slipping the tips between her folds to tease her open.
More voices came toward them, two through the double doors and Luka continued, adding his thumb to the back of her ass as he fingered her front, doubling his efforts. Gia had to bite against her arm the faster he worked at teasing her.
Minutes passed and the sound of his fingers inside her, the wetness growing became nearly as loud as the voices outside. Gia knew she should tell him to stop. She knew this was careless. She knew she’d die if he didn’t finish and so she arched back, urging him on, wanting more of him, needing it.
“You’re almost there,” he told her, knowing how she sounded just before she came by now. He stood closer, kissing along her back as he increased his movements, fingers deeper. “There?” And Luka touched deep inside Gia, his knuckle rubbing against that sweet, small knot that had her gasping and her teeth sinking deeper into her skin as she came.
Luka didn’t care that the voices were louder, that the whistling had started up again, that two people stood just on the other side the storage room door.
“Hey, man, you seen my niece?”
Gia straightened her shoulders, her orgasm nearly doused completely by the sound of Uncle Mike’s voice, but Luka didn’t stop, didn’t recoil, or slow in his movements as he took out a condom and had it on before whoever Mike spoke to could answer.
“No, sir. But she must have been here this morning. We all have protein bars in our lockers.”
“Yeah. She does that. She’s a good girl.”
Gia lowered her head, feeling the guilt flood her, but then Luka pushed her legs apart and slipped inside her, filling her completely and she forgot everything. She heard nothing. Saw nothing. Felt nothing, but Luka behind her, in her, around her and his arms cradling her, his breath against her neck as he took her hard.
“You’re not a girl,” he said against her ear. “You’re a woman and you’re not good.” He moved inside her, holding her around the waist with one arm and steadying himself with a palm to the wall. “You’re the fucking best, nani Gia.”
“Lu…oh, God.”
She didn’t care about being discovered. Not just then. Not in that wild, hot, blissful moment. She only cared that Luka held her, that he took her and right in that moment, as they hid from the world getting lost for just a brief moment, Gia thought being entangled might just be worth risking everything.
7.
GIA
“What do you think?” Luka’s smile was ever-present. She’d never seen him prouder of anything. It was understandable. Three years of hard work and scrimping and saving led to this moment and he wanted to show it off.
“That depends.” That huge small faltered, but only a little. “Am I the first woman you’ve ridden here?”
Luka widened his eyes, then snorted before scrunching his face. “Sorry. Ew. Okay, yes. Well.”
“What’s the problem?” she asked, laughing at the play of bipolar noises he made and the accompanying expressions that followed them. “What kind of answer was that?”
“It was the visual,” he said, scrubbing his face. “My mother was the first woman to ride in this car, but the way you said that was…”
“Latent with innuendo?”
“Always,” he continued. “And that had all kinds of jacked up images in my head and I just…” Another face scrub and Luka grabbed Gia, pulling her across the seat to settle her on his lap. “I’m gonna need your mouth to clear my twisted mind from any Oedipal-like imagery that you made pop in there. Come here.” He pulled her leg over his lap and tugged her close. “Waste no time, woman.”
“If I must.” Gia kissed him, covering his mouth, tongue dipping to meet his until the windows fogged and she believed all visuals of