Page 22 of Ricochet
The taste of her, the feeling of her body in my arms, it was the best ecstasy.
“Ahem,” Cillian sounded, and I almost forgot that he even stood there. Fuck, I needed to get us to a room somewhere, alone.
“Hey, Kill.” She pulled away from me and greeted him over my shoulder. “You look well.”
“I would probably say the same, but I can’t exactly see the rest of you since my brother decided to hide you from the world, apparently.”
A full belly laugh erupted from her, and I couldn’t remember the last time I heard her laugh like this. Was it that summer before we went to college?
Quite possibly, considering the shitshow that started in the year after.
“Should we go inside?” What I meant was, should we go to my room, but I couldn’t exactly word it like that when I hadn’t seen her for almost a year. Besides, Ava would cut my head off if I hid her best friend from her.
She started shaking her head, playing with the hair at the nape of my neck, sending shivers all over my body.
“Nope.” God, she was beautiful. “I’m here to take you away, actually.”
“Take me where?” My own voice sounded lighter, pulled by her cheerful tone. Not a single thought of the situation we were in filtered through my head.
None.
Zero.
“You’ll see.” She dropped her legs to the ground and took my hand in hers, pulling me toward the car. “See ya, Kill. I’ll talk to you later.”
She waved to my brother, but I was too transfixed by her sheer presence to look anywhere else but at her.
“So, you’re not staying for dinner, K,” Cillian yelled after us, amusement obvious in his tone.
“Apparently not.” I finally turned to face him and saw the subtle shaking of his shoulders, probably trying not to laugh out loud. “Just tell them I’ll see you guys later.”
She opened the door and let me enter first, before sliding in after me. A driver sat in the front seat, his hair graying at the ends, watching us in the rearview mirror.
“All ready, Ms. Aster?”
“Yes, Jonas. All done. We can head to the parlor now.”
Parlor? What parlor?
Seeing the confused look on my face, she laughed again and crossed the small distance between us, settling herself in my lap. Her knees dropped on the sides of my hips, and I slid lower grasping her hips in my hands.
“We are getting a tattoo, baby.”
“We are?” I mean, I had nothing against tattoos, but the first one I got was the bloody present from my father. A symbol of our Outfit.
“Of course, we are.” She dropped her head to my neck and started kissing the trail from my ear to my chest.
“Oh God,” I groaned. I could almost feel her lips on my dick, every caress sending shivers through my body. She ground on me, awakening all of my senses at once, blurring the lines between them. I gripped her hips harder, pushing against her center, both pain and pleasure dancing through my body as my pants became tighter and my dick grew harder.
“Phee—”
“I missed you so much...” Kiss. “So, so much...” Bite. And with every new touch, my resolve was slipping from me, the need to fuck her growing stronger.
“Phee,” I moaned against her mouth. “We need to stop.”
We needed to stop, because the first time I took her body, wouldn’t be in the backseat of an Audi with her driver in front.
“But I missed you.” She pouted.
