I laugh teasingly and echo his words from last night. “Just grip it between my legs, right?”
He waggles his eyebrows, then pulls me down toward him for a bruising kiss that I feel searing its way through my entire body.
Then we’re moving together, panting, desperate. And when I ride right over the edge, he follows right behind, his body quaking as hard as mine with the intensity of our climaxes.
We collapse in a heap, a tangled mess of limbs, and I can’t remember a time when I’ve ever felt so content. Excited about the future of my job. But just as excited to find out what’s in store for Blaze and me.
I laugh as a thought crosses my mind.
“What?” he murmurs into my hair.
“I had no idea last night that I was about to get my own train sex fantasy come true.”
“Train sex?”
I tell him about Adrienne, and he laughs. “I thought you were pretty worked up last night on the train, but I had no idea.” He flips me over and pins me underneath his hard, inked up body. “I can totally make that a reality.”
I bite my lip, then lose myself in the barrage of kisses he assaults me with.
Oh yeah, I think there is a whole lot of train sex in my future.
Zander & Madison
Zander
The sounds.
The smells.
The slightest movements.
I take them all in. But no one has any idea that I’m aware of every single detail of what’s going on around me. I sit in the corner of the car on the 6 Train, somewhat hidden by the dim light from the blown bulb. I chose my seat here purposely. Everything I do is with purpose.
It’s how I’ve been trained. Even though I’m not active duty anymore, everything I learned as a Navy SEAL is still part of me. Probably always will be. Especially if I end up staying in Manhattan.
So when the dude with the bike rolls right onto the 6 Train, I’m on high alert. What the fuck is this asshole doing? Every nerve in my body is coiled tight, ready to spring into action.
But I give no indication. There are only a handful of people on the train right now, and if something is about to go down, it will be up to me to make sure no one gets hurt.
I watch the guy’s face, looking for a sign that things are about to get crazy.
A girl on the other side of the train jerks back in her seat and says, “What the hell?”
He laughs, and that’s when I see it. The two of them are totally fucking hot for each other. He’s probably trying to show off or something. I lean back, pretty sure this guy is harmless, despite his rough appearance.
I’m just the opposite. I look like a regular guy, but I’m absolutely lethal.
Scanning the car again, my eyes settle on the girl across from me, who is also watching these two with curiosity. I let my gaze roam up and down her ti
ght little body, taking in her long, dark waves and nearly black eyes.
Her little black dress is a tiny slip of fabric, showing off just how toned her muscles are. Probably yoga, if I had to guess.
She bites her lip, and I feel my dick twitch to life. Sexy as hell. I notice her increased pulse, her quickened breaths, and I follow her gaze, wondering what has her exhibiting these signs of desire.
Holy fuck. The girl on the other side of the train has climbed on the dude’s bike, and I swear they look like things are about to escalate to something that is way beyond public indecency.
She’s practically grinding on that bike.