Adrenaline Rush (Death Chasers MC 4)

“Did you turn into a shrew while hanging out with the normal people?” I ask as I start working the button on her shorts.

She lazily tilts her head, staring incredulously at a particularly flexible couple, who are using some very sophisticated contraption to make sex as uniquely difficult as possible. I’m not sure I understand the appeal of such extremes.

“I’m more intrigued by the emotionless devotion to cold sex as opposed to feeling turned on by the lifeless, almost fake desire. Only half of them look to be really into it—”

“Most of them are just getting started and insecure. This is Snake’s latest launch. I didn’t expect you to overanalyze it with judgment and disappointment,” I point out, a little annoyed that this isn’t working out like I thought it would.

She doesn’t even notice I’ve undone her shorts until I start pushing them down.

Absently, she lifts up, still not fully aware of her actions as she gawks at one very painful looking lashing. I push her shorts down her legs, and she is still mostly unaware of anything I’m doing because she is too captivated by all the lesser normal things.

She’s supposed to be getting turned on. Maybe I should have driven faster on the way here to rile her adrenaline a little.

Just to spike it up, I’m a little rougher when I jerk her panties down her legs, and she startles as she looks down. Her eyes widen, and she clears her throat as I get a little more aggressive with her neck.

“You’re zero to sixty,” she murmurs, shuddering when I start slipping her shirt over her head.

She doesn’t fight me, but she’s not really into it either. Frustrated, I blow out a breath.

“You said you wanted a date, so I fucking delivered. This is the part where you get excited to reward me for good behavior,” I say quietly against her ear.

She glances through the glass, and I narrow my eyes when her lips waver like she’s resisting the urge to smile.

“What?” I ask a little angrily, feeling defensive.

“I just forgot what it was like to be with you until this moment. For whatever reason, you seem to think we’re just supposed to pick right back up where we left off, and I’m your captive that you’re taking on a date at a sex club. After barricading us in your bedroom and holding a gun on people. To be honest, your damage is definitely running deeper these days.”

“No. I’ve just gotten fucking brilliant because being a naïve target only made me weak,” I bite out.

Her breath hisses out, and her back bows, as her hands press against the glass, when I find the spot on her neck I’ve been searching for. It’s closer to her ear than I remember.

She trembles against me when I slide my hand up her inner thigh, finally getting her in the right mood.

“W-when will she get here?” she says on a shuddering breath.

“Who said she was coming here?” I ask her with a shrug, unhooking her bra and watching it slide off in a slow motion until it bounces off her leg and claps the floor.

She turns her head, eyes half-lidded, as she watches me in the dimly lit booth, as the music thumps from the other side.

“Why are we here if she’s not coming?”

“I told you, this is a fucking date. But I prefer having you all to myself, while giving you the romantic vibe you need to take this more seriously.”

Again, her fucking lips waver like she’s trying not to smile.

“I’m not attempting to amuse you,” I dutifully inform her.

I stand abruptly, dropping her to the ground. Before she can speak, I toss my cuts to the table, tug my shirt over my head and drop it to the ground, and I drop my jeans without even undoing them. My boxers are last to go.

She still almost smiles.

Her amusement fades as I hit the button again, roughly spin her around, and press her to the glass just as it turns into a mirror for us.

“Now they can see us, but we can’t see them,” I say against her ear, as she stares at my eyes through the reflection.

A cold smirk comes to my lips as her fingers curl on the glass, anticipation replacing indifference real damn fast.

“You can take the girl out of Halo, but you can’t take Halo out of the girl,” I murmur, kicking her feet apart.

One of her hands slips, and she shudders again as I slide my hand down her back, my eyes following her spine to the curve of her generous ass.

Each little tremble my touch elicits only builds to her mounting suspense, so I take my time kissing patches in various familiar spots down her back. She responds predictably, and my grip tightens as I scrape my teeth over her side.