Along for the Ride

“I was hot.”

Jason didn’t doubt it. The heat was emanating from her every pore, her porcelain skin made even more delicate by the flush of arousal that covered her body.

Her fingers moved across his thigh to his cock, where it reared up from his jeans. Another wave of lust pooled in his groin when her head dropped toward his lap, her lips parting. He mouthed a string of silent curses at the ceiling of the jeep as her mouth closed over the engorged head of his cock.

Her mouth was warm and wet, closing over him deep and sure. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to count to ten, again. He wanted to come inside her, and it had to be soon. He stroked at her hair. She lifted up and away.

“Zoë ... I have to have your sweet, warm slit on me.” He was desperate for her, shoving his jeans down and angling his hips on the seat. “Give it to me ... I want to feel you here.” His hand closed tight around his shaft and held still.

She straddled his hips, her legs folding against the seat and the taut hardness of his thighs. She rose up in front of him, and he pushed her jacket down the length of her arms and sucked heavily on her breasts. His hands rested on her waist as he moved over her nipples with his mouth and kissed her whole body through the source they offered. Then she reached for his shaft and drew it to her. She paused.

“Oh, please, take me there. Take me inside,” Jason whispered. Her scent, heavy with musk and honeysuckle, was tempered with smell of her sex, an intoxicating nectar to him. She was wet, like honey, and his cock slid up against her clitoris, the full head of it rolling against her. She sank down onto him in one gliding movement, and settled on his hips. The pull of her tight, moist slit sucking on his hot cock was exquisite. He groaned, his head going back against the seat of the Jeep. Their longing and need was entirely in tune, and Zoë’s head fell forward onto his shoulder as she moaned deeply with him. He closed his eyes, savoring the pleasure of his cock thrusting up inside the sheath of her sex. He moved his hands from her waist, over her breasts, and up into her hair as it fell against him.

“Zoë,” he breathed. “Oh, Zoë. I love you, babe. I always have.” His voice was heavy.

She lifted her hips, riding up with a flex of her knees on the seat either side of him.

“Oh, yes.” He gave a low laugh. “Christ, I’ve missed you.” The desperation had gone -- this was what he wanted. This was what he’d always wanted.

He sprawled on the seat, his hands resting on the bunched fabric of her skirt around her hips as she rode him with abandon, looking down at him with laughter in her expression. He bit his lip; he was going to come, and he wanted to wait for her. He felt her begin to quiver and reach. He moved his head back to look at her again, and his hands tightened on her waist.

“You fill me so well,” she whispered, leaning over his face and breathing the words to him as her body sapped the strength from her voice.

“Oh, sweet Zoë, I’m going to come.”

She closed her eyes, paused, and panted. He felt her sex judder. She was close, too. When his cock began to reach, he crushed his face into her breasts, and her arms enclosed his head there. He held her tightly, and they didn’t separate, coming violently at the very same moment.

Chapter Fourteen

The mobile phone crackled into life and began to beep demandingly.

“At bloody last,” muttered Cal. He was standing at the very pinnacle of the city, amongst the stream of tourists ascending the royal mile, just outside the grounds of Edinburgh Castle, with Gregory and his two dubious-looking henchmen. They’d been glaring at each other all the while. There was some gratification in watching Greg’s bruise develop, but Cal was rapidly losing his self-control. What the bloody hell is taking Jason so long?

“Calvin speaking.” He spoke gruffly into the phone, long since having lost his patience and manners. His fears about Georgie’s safety had left his nerves ragged and his body taut with stress. He listened to the embarrassed apology for the delay, and then Jason’s voice at the other end of the line went rapidly on, putting him in the picture. The scowl on his face began to lift somewhat. “Good news,” Cal responded briefly. “I’ll check in with you when I’ve got Georgie back with me.” He snapped the phone shut and dropped it back into the top pocket of his shirt. He calmly rested his hands in the pockets of his jeans and smiled at Gregory.

Gregory shifted from one foot to the other. He clearly wasn’t expecting this change of mood, and it was obvious to them all that he had somehow lost the upper hand. “Well?” he asked cautiously, dabbing at his bruised nose with a tissue to make a point.

“It seems you’ve had a wasted journey.” Cal couldn’t resist smiling, despite the fact that the situation was far from being completely resolved. “Zoë intends to publish the photographs herself.”

The irony of the situation was lost on Gregory -- his jaw dropped open, and he shook his head in disbelief.

“In fact, they told me to be sure to let you know that she’s going direct to a Mr. Joel Elliot.” Calvin laughed and then coughed into his hand, well aware that there was still business to be attended to.

“But ... she can’t. It’s my scoop,” Gregory declared, full comprehension of the situation far from being within his reach.

“I believe that decision is firmly in her hands, and if you don’t tell me where Georgie is, right now, I will call the police. There’s nothing to bargain over anymore, and I think you’ll find that blackmail and kidnaping adds up to a fair stretch inside.” He tapped one finger on his top pocket, reminding them of the presence of the mobile phone.

The two henchmen started backing away, glancing at each other in concern. Gregory had lost all of his bargaining power in an instant, and the threat of being arrested for kidnaping was obviously not a prospect any of them felt comfortable with.

Gregory rubbed his chin and then put his hands out in a gesture of compliance, shrugging in an attempt to look nonchalant. “Surely there’s no need to get the police involved.” He offered a strained smile, attempting some form of reconciliation.

Calvin folded his arms across his chest. “You’ve got ten seconds. Call whoever it is that’s holding her and tell them to release her. I need to know that she’s okay.”

Boy, did he need to know that! When he’d heard that they had taken her hostage, a tight, painful fist had taken up residence in his chest. He’d never forgive himself if anything happened to her. He’d never forgive them for using her this way. He wanted to take the little shits apart, limb by limb. He’d only held back his base urges by a thread of reasoning, and the promise that he would make their lives hell after he had Georgie safely back in his arms again.

Gregory pulled his mobile phone out of his hip pocket and reluctantly scrolled for the number. Cal watched, tension beading up his spine. He could hear the phone ringing at the other end, but it just rang and rang, and for some reason the call remained unanswered. Gregory eventually closed the phone and shrugged.

“He’s probably just gone to get her something to eat.”