The Break (Unbroken Raine Falling 2)

She dared a peek at Liam. He stared straight ahead, but wore a smug little smile. Damn it, he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

His fingers crawled up her thigh again, this time taking her skirt with him an inch or two. A little gasp slipped past her lips as her clit began to throb, begging for his attention.

On her right, tingles screamed up her arm with every little circle Hammer drew on her wrist. She could imagine that pattern around her nipples before he drew them into his mouth, sucking, laving, nipping. She blew out a shaking breath. That visual wasn’t helping.

The temperature in the car rose. All she wanted to do was arch to Liam and Hammer, straddle one or the other—or both—and plead with them to fuck her.

As the song finally wound to its screeching conclusion, the singer screamed that he was consumed by what was about to transpire. She wished to hell something would transpire here, too. If it didn’t soon, she might lose her damn mind.

“Seth, can you, um…turn the heater down?” she managed to choke out.

“Gee, I think it’s really comfortable.” Beck shrugged. “You hot or something, princess?”

“I think it’s fine, too.” Seth turned to her. As his stare fell to Liam’s hand on her thigh, a grin crawled across his face. “But the sun is coming up. It’ll warm the car up more, so maybe we should. She’s looking really flushed.”

If she wasn’t so turned on, she’d be totally embarrassed. And Seth was enjoying her discomfort immensely. She wanted to punch him.

“It’s a bit chilly back here,” Liam drawled. “But if you’re hot, you could take off your sweater, love.” He tugged on the edge of her cardigan.

So that she’d be wearing nothing but a tank top and a very short skirt? “I’ll be fine.”

Hammer squeezed her fingers. “Remove the sweater.”

She gave him a long-suffering sigh. They were determined to expose her for reasons unknown. Beck and Seth were getting a huge kick out of seeing her all flustered, but she didn’t imagine Liam and Hammer considered this a joke. They had to be loving the ego stroke of knowing they aroused her. The bigger question was, why did being on display while the guys touched her turn her on?

Raine was loath to part with her sweater, but Hammer had given her a direct command, and she’d agreed to submit. So she struggled out of the little red button-down garment and handed it to Liam. She stifled the urge to ask him if he was happy now—barely.

“Thank you.” Liam draped her sweater over his knee with a smile, then put his hand on her thigh again, higher this time.

“And now your underwear,” Hammer demanded in her ear.

“What?” she gasped at him.

Hammer glowered back. “Did you not hear what I said, Raine?”

Her heart stopped. She blinked at him. A glance around the car told her everyone waited, watched. As much as this made Raine uncomfortable, every nerve ending in her body leapt with life and need.

“I heard, Sir.”

He sent her a stern scowl. “Don’t make me wait.”

God, she must be crazy. Her insides jittered. Her pussy clenched. And damn if his words alone didn’t make her soaking wet.

“Something smells really sweet,” Seth commented, almost in passing.

“Yeah. My mouth is watering.” Beck smacked his lips loudly. Then he shot her a leering grin from the front seat.

This was not happening.

Raine closed her eyes for a moment and forced in a calming breath. Liam’s fingers slid up her knee again, playing along her inner thigh. And Hammer still stared, expectant and impatient.

“You’re stalling,” Liam murmured, sliding his hand completely under her skirt. His fingers passed over her clit, pressing for an electric moment before they curled around the waistband and tugged. “I’ll help you.”

Wow, thanks so much.

“Lift up,” Hammer demanded, grasping the other side of the waistband.

Together, they tugged down, and off the panties came. Then even she could smell how wet she’d become.

“I’m suddenly hungry,” Seth commented.

Liam gripped her panties with a dark, satisfied smile. “Find your own bloody meal.”

Raine wondered if she could die from chagrin…and unfulfilled need. Quick glances at the men on either side showed hard cocks straining against their slacks. They were enjoying winding her up and exerting their control. Why did she like it so damn much, too?

She dug her nails into her palms and pressed her lips together tightly. Otherwise, she’d give into the temptation to ask them the point of this little exercise. If she did, Hammer would surely drag out the ball gag, nipple clamps, and who knew what else was in his pockets. If she had to bite her tongue off, she’d shut up.

Beside her, Liam lifted her panties to his nose and inhaled deeply. As she watched, her eyes widened. Hammer’s wicked laugh rumbled in her ear. Liam reached across her body and brushed her sensitive nipples, causing her to moan, as he handed her undergarment to Macen.