want it,” I growl, biting her lower lip with such force, her eyes roll to the back of her head.
Stone wiggles in my grip, rubbing her pussy even more vehemently against my hand, so I add extra pressure to where her swollen clit is under her clothes. Since I’m working on the clock and don’t have time to unbutton her jeans, I’ll have to get her off some other way.
My eager fingers won’t be enough to get her over the edge, so I break away from her mouth and pull her flimsy, wide-neck T-shirt under one of her breasts with my teeth, exposing her black-laced bra that does a poor job of hiding her pebbled nipple. If I had more time, I’d strip her bare and have her two tits in my face so I could get lost in them for hours. But since time is of the essence, I close my mouth over one heavy breast, sucking on her puckered bud through the netted material. My teeth nip around its haloed edge until a loud cry rips out from her throat, her body shaking and quivering in my hold.
Holy shit! That may be the most gorgeous fucking sight I have ever seen.
Stone’s short-lived orgasm feels bittersweet to me, so I go for one more kiss, just to lessen the current ache we’re both experiencing. However, I should have known that going to the source of such decadence would only amp up our desire. Resentfully, I pull away, her altered breathing coming in quick gasps, to simmer down her trembling body. I fix her top and place a gentle kiss on her slick temple before gripping her chin so I’m all she sees.
“I’m going to pick you up tonight after you’ve finished your shift at the dump you call a bar. No backtalk, Stone. This is non-negotiable. Understood?”
Her hooded eyes linger on me for a spell, but she doesn’t refuse me. Instead, she gives me a bratty wink, tormenting my dick further. I place her back on her unsteady feet, taking her book bag with me to show that I’ll be walking her to the next class, whether she likes it or not.
From here on out, we play the game by my rules. Her sassy mouth is not going to get in my way.
“So I guess that’s it, then. We’re officially going to hang out?” She wiggles her brows at me.
Ah, Stone, we’re going to do much more than that.
Just wait and see.
Chapter 8
Finn
My palms tap away on the steering wheel in sync with my bouncing knee, my restlessness and anxiety showing their telltale signs of being in uncharted waters, something that I’m not exactly thrilled about.
I should have probably waited for Stone inside the bar. It would have been the gentlemanly thing to do, especially considering she came on my lap just this morning. It’s not like I didn’t try to be chivalrous and shit. I mean, I did go inside. The thing is, when I looked around the dump, filled to the brim with guys eye-fucking her, there was no way I was going to handle it well. Besides, the lingering smell of puke and cum had my ass wanting to hightail it out of there anyway.
So I did the cowardly thing and just texted that I was outside waiting for her in my car. Good thing too, since last time I was here it was in Easton’s truck, instead of my precious baby like tonight.
Easton could replace his truck easily enough if some Southie fucker decided to take it for a spin. My Porsche, however, is a whole other story. My father would crack my skull in if he found out it was stolen because I decided to slum it out in the worst part of town on a Friday night. Yeah, that conversation wouldn’t go down so well with my old man.
‘You’re being a conceited, pompous prick,’ I hear Easton’s voice bellow in my ear. Not that he’s here to give me his opinion on the matter, but it’s a safe assumption that’s what the asshole would say if he were. And maybe he’s right. Just because some criminals live on the other side of the tracks doesn’t mean that everyone here is a felon. I mean, look at Stone. She’s hardworking, keeps her nose clean, and she’s a Southie through and through. If I think about it, the Northside has plenty of bad apples, even though we play it off like our shit doesn’t stink.