Page 77 of Claimed By my Father's Enemies
I see her lean to the side reaching for her purse. Quickly she sorts through it, and takes out a condom. I watch with lustful attention as she tears off the foil, and meets my eyes once before she reaches for my zip.
I grit my teeth against the sound that wants to come out of me. She frees my cock, wraps her hand around me and I have to look away for a second or I’m going to shoot my load at the erotic sight. My eyes land on the car partition that is reflecting Sienna’s back, with the tails of that impossible bow touching her ass. Not better.
Her grip is warm and she is clearly enjoying making me wait. I exhale slowly through my nose and she makes a quiet sound that might be amusement.
She rolls the condom on. Positions herself. Holds my gaze.
Then she sinks down on me.
I put both hands on her hips, close my eyes and breathe through the full-body urgency to move, to take over, to stop being careful. She holds still too. Both of us suspended in that first moment, adjusting. Her heartbeat against my chest. Her breath at my neck.
I open my eyes.
"Use me," I say.
She braces both hands on the back of the seat and starts to move.
Slow at first, finding the angle, and when she finds it her hips roll forward and I feel it from the base of my spine up. I keep my hands on her waist where I’m bunching up her dress and let her lead, pressing my mouth to her throat where I can feel her pulse against my lips.
Her rhythm picks up and I grip her hips matching her movements. Her nails find my shoulders and I feel the change in her, the tightening urgency. I get my hand between us and press my thumb to her clit.
The rhythm goes ragged, she grinds down against my thumb and against my cock and I keep the pressure steady until she clenches around me coming hard, shaking, her face pressed to my neck, saying my name in a way I want to hear again and again.
I’m right behind her. I drag her body to me by her waist two more times and then I’m coming.
We both stay slumped against each other, trying to catch our breath, for a moment. And then I feel her start to move.
Instinctively I close my arms around her harder. And I hold.
She settles back against my chest. Her head leans on my shoulder. Her breathing slows.
The city moves beyond the glass. The partition and the tainted windows hold everything out.
I hold onto her.
28
SIENNA
The city moves past the windows and I barely notice it.
I'm trying to put my hair up again but my fingers aren't cooperating. The elastic slips twice. My wrists feel unsteady. I get the elastic around the ponytail on the third try.
Adrian reaches over and catches a loose strand I missed. He doesn't say anything. Just smooths it back, his knuckles grazing my cheek, sending shivers down my spine. My whole body is still calibrated wrong. Too aware of everything. His scent on my skin. The faint tenderness at my lips when I press them together. The heat that hasn't fully left my thighs.
The thoughts arrive and I can't stop them. Did I understand him right? He said he and Carter both want me, but what does that mean exactly? What does it look like? What are they actually looking for? A relationship between three people? I don't know how this can work.
"We're almost there." Adrian says, moving his eyes from the window to me.
He must read the troubling thoughts in my mind because he reaches over, takes my chin between his knuckles, tips my face up. "Hey." His voice is quiet. "Don't overthink this, okay?"
He pulls me to him, kissing me, quick and certain, and then stays close, his mouth at the corner of mine. "Just feel it," he says.
I don't have words. I just manage a nod.
The car slows.
Through the window I can see the line of people first, the sheer length of it. Women in gowns and jewels that catch the light, men in dark suits. All dressed in black according to the theme and all of it glittering under camera flashes.
