Inseparable

“God, sexy…” He moved towards me again, this time taking me in his arms roughly, hoisting me onto his hips. His erection pressed against me through the confines of his pants. If his inability to keep his hands off me didn’t tell me he wanted me, this certainly did.

I kissed his neck, his ear, working my way around to his mouth. I could taste the chocolate from his dessert, which only fuelled my need to have him, taste him, and feel him.

Standing against the bed, he gently lowered me, gazing upon me for a moment before slowly unbuttoning his jeans. I kept my eyes fixed to his, briefly running them over his body as he removed his clothes. He cocked his head, amused at my distraction. I blushed.

Caught checking out my hot boyfriend. Is that what he was? My boyfriend?

He gently held my feet, bending them until my knees were pressed snugly against my stomach, before parting them and crawling between them.

“You feel so good,” He gasped as he made his way inside of me. My hands, wrapped around his back, dug tightly into his skin, my nails drawing blood. “You’re amazing, Lil.”

“Ohh!” I gasped as he pushed his length deep inside of me. With one hand gripping my shoulder, the other massaging my breast, he rode me faster, harder.

“God, Lil, I’m gonna come,” he cried out. With one final thrust, I felt him empty inside of me. He slowed down, finally stopping, still inside of me.

“I love you,” He murmured softly as I snuggled into him, his arms enclosing me, stroking my arm.

Chapter Nineteen

The next morning, Dane and I woke early to get a start on tracking down this Eva woman.

Fraser had left us with his driver, Marco, a tall, rather scary looking man who never smiled. We stopped at the café opposite the hotel for breakfast to plan our attack. I looked over the menu, finally deciding on a breakfast with the works. Eggs, bacon, tomatoes, mushrooms and hash browns. I ignored Dane’s chuckle as I ordered from the waitress.

“And a coffee. Oh, and a juice,” I added, blushing. The waitress smiled and turned to Dane.

“And you?” She asked, batting her eyelashes. Her voice, which only a moment ago had been dull and bored, was now full of sugary sweetness as she gazed down at Dane. I fought back the urge to poke her skanky eyeballs out with my fork.

“Uh, blueberry pancakes, please. And a coffee,” he handed her the menu, looking uncomfortable with her attention. He turned his attention back to me, “what’s the matter Lil? You’re not jealous, are you?” He chuckled, raising his eyebrows.

“Of some slutty waitress?” I scoffed, “as if,” I grumbled, trying to push my jealously away. I hated seeing other girls swoon over my man, and I had seriously been resisting the urge to bitch slap her.

“So, what’s the plan? One thing’s for sure. If we show up in Brooklyn’s roughest neighbourhood in that,” I pointed outside to the shiny black Mercedes Marco was sitting in, “we are going to stick out like a sore thumb.”

Dane frowned. “I hadn’t thought about that,” he muttered, his brow furrowing in concentration. He reached for his phone.

“Hey, Reece. What kind of car do you drive?” Dane said, as I waited impatiently for the conversation to end. I was impressed, it hadn’t even occurred to me to call Reece for help, and knowing how Dane felt about Reece’s interest in me, I was sure this wasn’t easy for him.

“Perfect, dude. Look, would you be willing to swap your car for the use of a Merc and a driver all day?” Dane paused, a grin spreading across his face, “Hell yes I’m serious! Great. Text me your address and we will head over there.”

It turned out Reece lived in a townhouse on the edge of Brooklyn, in a relatively nice looking neighbourhood. I smiled when I saw the beat up old shit box parked outside his house. So long as it didn’t blow up with us strapped inside, it was perfect.

Reece walked outside, eyeing the Merc with a look of awe.

“I can see why you’d prefer my car, but I don’t know whether to be grateful at the chance to drive this baby, or insulted that you thought of me,” he joked. He smiled at me, his eyes lingering a moment too long.

Long enough for Dane to scowl at him.

“Thanks for this, man,” He said stiffly, putting his arm around me. I frowned at Dane, shuffling out of his embrace. I didn’t like feeling like I was someone’s property, and that’s exactly how he was making me feel right now. Reece eyed us both curiously, his smile widening at my apparent dislike for Dane’s actions.

Great, now Reece probably thought he had a chance with me.

“Well, have fun,” Reece threw the keys at Dane, “Let me know when you’re done with her.”

I knew he was talking about the car, but the way his words came out, I couldn’t help but feel they were also referring to me. Dane scowled next to me, as though he were having the same thoughts.

“Settle,” I said, my hand running over his back, “It’s fine. If it didn’t obviously wind you up, he’d probably stop doing it,” I couldn’t resist adding.

“Maybe if you stopped enjoying it he wouldn’t do it either,” Dane shot back. I glowered at him. Really? He went there?