Page 49 of Rescued By Midnight

“Yeah, baby girl?”

“That’s—”

I wait. When the moment stretches too long, I say, “What is it? Disgusting? Wrong? Or…arousing?”

She shakes her head, not wanting to answer me.

I can still work with this. “I think it’s arousing. Hell, I’m so fucking hard right now, Alice, I can barely stand it. And I bet you’re wet, aren’t you?”

Her scandalized expression is a thing of beauty.

“Tell you what,” I say, “I don’t think I can get out of this car for a while. I’m too turned on from talking to you, thinking about all these things. How are you feeling?”

She tries to cover her face with her hands, but I gently pry them away.

“I’m going to touch myself with your hand, Wonderland. Is that okay? So you can see how hard I am for you?”

She nods. It isn’t enough.

“I need a yes or a no, baby girl. I need to know you really want this. No regrets afterward.”

“Yes,” she whispers.

Slowly, I move her hand toward my lap, waiting to see if she pulls away. Instead, though, she starts moving on her own. When her hand finally reaches my cock, she curls her fingers, tightening so she’s fully gripping my length.

I hiss out a breath of pleasure.

She seems to marvel at my cock, moving her hand up and down. I have to steady my breaths and calm my mind, or I’m going to come in my jeans like a teenager.

“Now touch yourself,” I tell her.

“What?” She pulls her hand away. “No.”

“You don’t want to?” I run my palm over my cock again, wishing it was Alice touching me.

She hesitates. “It’s not that I don’t want to…”

“What’s stopping you? Tell me it isn’t some fucked-up sense of loyalty to that asshole you call a husband.”

“It’s just…embarrassing.” She bites her lip.

“Sometimes it’s good to do things that scare you.” I grin. “So how about a challenge? How about I touch myself, and you touch yourself?”

ALICE - NOW

This is unreal. The parking garage is dimly lit. My eyes have adjusted enough to make out Cody’s face, but it’s his deep, rasping voice that fills the car and my senses. Every time he speaks, my lust increases.

Am I wet? Yes, I’m wet. Impossibly wet. I’m probably going to leave a mark on the car’s upholstery, and I’m so embarrassed, I could die.

I’m sleeping with Landon and Cody. Yes, both! At the same time. And it’s incredible.

I can’t believe I shouted all of that, right in front of Cody.

I also can’t believe I’m considering his proposition. Touch myself, in front of him? It’s one thing to do it in the privacy of my bedcovers, with no one to know but me. The church always said it was wrong, and that girls and women should only be touched by their husbands.

But it was my secret pleasure, throughout high school and into adulthood. Even when I was sleeping next to Brayden, I would wait until he fell asleep and then silently, oh-so-silently, get myself off.

It felt good, it was private. Nobody needed to know.